"How many more days will it take to hatch?" Nanfeng asked. Hua Ci'er asked him to live here peacefully, but Li Chaozong and others were in the back mountain, and he was carrying a tortoise shell of the Book of Heaven on his body. It was strange that he could live peacefully here. .
"That's hard to say." Hua Ci'er shook his head.
The fat man cast a questioning look at Nanfeng, who nodded helplessly. He originally thought that Fourteenth wanted the young eagle, but he never thought that Fourteenth already had a mount. If he insisted on leaving at this time, it would seem unreasonable. In the end, The main thing is that he also wants a bird of his own. Although he can fly through the sky after becoming a mountain dweller, it is not as fast and convenient as riding a bird.
The eating place is in the north wing, which is connected as a whole. There are two large pots on the west and a hanging pot on the east. Unlike the Han people, the barbarians do not use tables and chairs when eating. They dig a fire pit on the ground and build it with stones around it. There was an iron pot hanging, a fire was lit underneath, and a circle of futons were placed around it.
The barbarians mainly eat meat. The two large pots on the west side are used to boil water and remove hair. The slaughtered animals are not deboned, but the bones and meat are chopped into pieces. Steam over low heat.
There are more than a dozen identical hanging pots, and there are more than ten or twenty people around each hanging pot. The barbarians do not have as many rules as the Han people. Women and children also eat together. The upper table is in the middle of the dining room. At this time, there are already more than a dozen men and women sitting. These people should be Hua Tinger's brothers and sisters.
It's not that the barbarians have few rules, but that they have no rules at all. Maybe that's what they have here. Before the guests arrive, they have already eaten by themselves. They don't use chopsticks. Everyone has a knife in their hand and uses it to insert themselves into the pot. Take out the meat pieces, wait until the meat pieces have cooled, and start cooking directly.
Hua Tic'er did not introduce the two to the crowd. She led them to sit down before introducing each other, "They are my younger siblings." "This is Xiao Nanfeng and his friend. Xiao Nanfeng is also my brother."
After Hua Ci'er finished speaking, a group of barbarians raised their hands to the two of them. The two of them clasped their fists in return and then sat down.
The barbarians all have knives, but the two of them don't. When Hua Ci'er saw this, he called a young man in barbaric language and said a few words to him, who turned around and ran away.
The barbarian had already started drinking before the two arrived. Hua Qi'er took the wine jar and filled it for herself, then put down the wine jar and looked at Nanfeng, "Why are you still standing there? Pour it yourself."
Nan Feng was sitting next to Hua Qi'er. Hearing this, he reached out to take Hua Qi'er's wine jar. Hua Qi'er pointed to the wine jar on the right side of Nan Feng, "One jar per person, if not enough, we need to move it."
When Hua Ci'er said this, Nanfeng noticed that there was a jar of wine on the right side of everyone, and the whole jar of wine was actually served here.
Nanfeng thought that Hua Qi'er would wait for him to pour the wine and say a few words, but by the time he filled up the wine, Hua Qi'er had already drank all the wine in his bowl, stabbed a piece of donkey meat with a knife and took a big bite. chew.
Nanfeng and Fatty looked at each other with wine glasses in hand, not knowing how to continue.
Hua Qi'er grabbed the wine jar with one hand and poured another bowl, then raised the wine bowl to the two of them, "Here."
Hua Cic'er drank first, and the two of them followed hurriedly.
After Hua Ci'er finished drinking, a middle-aged man on his left also raised his wine bowl and faced the two of them. Seeing this, the two hurriedly filled up the wine and picked up the wine bowls.
Hua Ci'er also said "come", but this person even omitted the word "come" and drank it all without saying a word.
The master drank, and the two of them had no choice but to follow. The pottery bowl was not small. One bowl weighed half a catty. Drinking two bowls in a row was very satisfying.
After the second child finished his drink, the third child followed closely behind. As the saying goes, if the host drinks a toast, how can the guest not drink
After drinking the third bowl, Nan Feng started to look towards the door. The young boy must have gone to get a knife for the two of them. At this time, he desperately hoped that the boy would come back soon. With the knife, he could eat meat. In fact, whether or not to eat meat is also secondary. The main thing is to eat meat to slow down the alcohol. If you drink fourteen bowls of it directly, no matter how good your alcohol capacity is, you will have to drink it down.
Fortunately, the boy came back before the fourth child made a toast, holding two sheathed daggers in his hand, but Hua Qier took the daggers but did not give them to them, but casually put them on his left hand.
As a result, the two of them could only bite the bullet and continue to drink with Hua Cier's younger siblings, one after another, bowl after bowl, which was very uncomfortable.
Nanfeng had never fought with others so fiercely before. Although the wine was not overly strong, his stomach was very bulging. By the time he drank the seventh drink, he could no longer drink it all in one gulp. He had to take a breath and pause in the middle. .
Compared with Nanfeng, Fatty looks much bolder. He is tall and tall, has a big belly, and can hold a bowl in one mouthful.
Lao Ba was a woman in her thirties. After waiting for a while and seeing that Nan Feng had not finished the wine, she poured a bowl of wine to toast the fat man without waiting for him.
Even though he knew that being backward would be looked down upon by the barbarians, Nanfeng could only give in. His belly was so big that he really couldn't drink it.
Nan Feng refused to stop drinking, and Hua Qi'er did not give him a dagger. Nan Feng had no choice but to watch Hua Qi'er's younger siblings go about toasting to the fat man.
Soon, the toast came to an end, Twelve was also a woman, she must be in her early twenties, tall and thick.
Hua Ci'er's brothers and sisters are all very tall, but their looks are very different. Some are rugged and tough, while others are handsome and beautiful. They should have followed their father or mother respectively.
This twelfth sister looks like a man, and she is also very generous when toasting, even toasting two bowls.
Although the fat man didn't know why, he could only drink both bowls.
After the fat man finished drinking, everyone including Hua Qier had smiles on their faces.
Thirteen was a handsome man with a relatively peaceful temperament. He quietly offered the fat man a bowl.
Then it was Fourteen's turn to make a toast. A small person may not necessarily be good-looking, and a tall woman may not be unattractive. This Fourteen is both strong and beautiful. When toasting, he also offered two bowls in a row.
The fat man was almost passed out from drinking at this time, but the beauty had to drink the toast, even if it was forced down the throat, he had to drink it down.
Hua Ci'er and others originally had smiles on their faces, but after Shi Shi finished toasting, the smiles on everyone's faces disappeared and were replaced by worries and worries.
Nanfeng drank little, was fashionable and sober, and was keenly aware of Twelve's solemn expression, and Fourteen's expression was also very serious.
"He's a good man!" Hua Tinger picked up a short knife and handed it to the fat man, "Go on."
The fat man reached out and took it, not forgetting to say thank you.
"What's your name and how old are you?" Hua Ci'er asked the fat man.
The fat man burped, "My name is Zhengde, and I am eighteen years old."
"Get up." Hua Tinger gestured to the fat man.
The fat man didn't know why and looked at Nanfeng in confusion. Nanfeng was wondering why Hua Qi'er didn't give him the short knife. When the fat man looked at him, he didn't react for a moment.
Seeing that Nanfeng didn't respond, the fat man could only stand up.
"If you have any skills, let the general come out." Hua Ci'er said.
The fat man looked at Nanfeng again. Nanfeng vaguely guessed what Hua Qi'er wanted to do, and reminded him in a low voice, "Put a punch."
"What are you doing?" The fat man wondered.
"Fight if you are told." Nanfeng urged.
The fat man didn't have any stage fright. He walked to an open space, opened up his posture, and performed a few moves. Although his skills were superficial, he still had a bit of authority when performing them.
After the fat man finished beating, Twelve stood up and strode towards the fat man.
Seeing Twelve stand up, everyone in the dining room was very excited. They turned to look at the two of them, and shouted at the same time.
Twelve stood five feet away from the fat man, making fists with both hands, "Fight me."
"What?" The fat man was confused.
Without saying much, Twelve stepped forward and rushed forward. When he got closer, the fat man exhaled and made a sound, and punched the fat man directly in the chest.
Twelve's moves were so fast that the fat man had no time to dodge, so he had to stand up and use his eight-part golden body to receive Twelve's punches.
Fatty's eight-part golden body was already on fire, and he punched out twelve times. Not only did he not knock Fatty down, he was knocked back by him.
Twelve stepped back about ten feet, stepped back with his right foot, stopped his retreat, then rubbed his body and came up again, kicked up quickly and kicked in the air.
The fat man didn't dodge. In fact, it wasn't that he didn't want to dodge, but that he couldn't dodge, so he had to repeat his old tricks and received twelve more kicks with his eight-part golden body.
The result was still the same, Twelve was shocked back again.
"Stop fighting. I drank too much. I'm going to vomit if I fight again." The fat man waved his hand.
Twelve ignored him. Seeing that his two attacks were ineffective, he screamed and charged forward again. When he got close, he turned sideways, punched out with both fists, and performed the powerful Overlord Lifting Cauldron.
The fat man could only endure it forcefully and take three steps back, but nothing serious happened.
Twelve made no further moves, smiled at the fat man and returned to his original position.
"I drank too much. Let's spar another day." The fat man wanted to come back.
After the fat man finished speaking, Fourteen also stood up, walked a few steps quickly to stop the fat man, and made a warrior's hand salute to the fat man, "Please give me some advice, brother."
The fat man could only take the blow, and Fourteen punched him three times, but he still couldn't defeat the fat man.
"My two girls must have asked you to give it a try." Hua Tic'er stood up. Not long ago at the foot of Fengming Mountain, the two of them were beaten to a bloody head by a group of warriors. They just passed a For many months, he didn't believe that the fat man could become so powerful.
Seeing that Hua Qi'er wanted to hit him, the fat man became even more confused and looked at Nanfeng eagerly. Nanfeng winked at him, indicating that there was no need to panic.
Hua Ci'er punched twice, the first punch knocked the fat man back three steps, and the second punch knocked the fat man away, but the fat man got up immediately and was not seriously injured.
Hua Qi'er was very satisfied and nodded to Twelve and Fourteen. The two women bowed their heads and left amidst the shouts of everyone.
"Good boy, congratulations, my two girls have taken a liking to you." Hua Qi'er hugged the fat man's neck.
"Have you fallen in love with me?" The fat man was stunned for a moment, but then he realized, "This, this, how can a young man be so virtuous and capable as to marry two people?"
"Zhengde." Nanfeng reminded in a deep voice that the fat man was a monk, and once he got married, his cultivation would definitely be affected.
But the fat man had been carried away by his luck at this time. Not to mention Nanfeng calling him Zhengde, he would not pay attention even if he was called Ksitigarbha.
"Of course you can't marry two, you can only marry one." Hua Qier said.
"Then, I want ten..."
Hua Qi'er interrupted the fat man's words, "They are all my girls. I have to hold a bowl of water in front of them. You can draw lots and marry whomever you draw."
"Ah? We're going to draw lots," the fat man grinned in astonishment, "Can you not draw lots?"
"No!" Hua Ci'er said with a serious face.
"I don't smoke. Isn't it okay if I don't want any of them?" The fat man flinched. His biological sisters looked very different, so he didn't dare to take risks.
"You drank their Tongxin wine and you want to default on the bill?" Hua Ticinger was angry.
Seeing that Hua Qi'er was really angry, Nanfeng hurriedly tried to smooth things over, "Brother, what did you mean by drawing lots?"
"They are already preparing for the bridal chamber. This kid will marry whomever he enters in the bridal chamber soon..."