Zhang Ning almost laughed out loud - this cold, sweet and greasy name really didn't quite match its owner - did these plausible and suspicious names imply deep meaning or were they pure coincidence?

He suppressed the doubts in his heart and took the Pi Jane offered by the other party with an expressionless face.

This leather tablet is made of 404 pieces of leather, and although it is not very beautiful in appearance, its information storage capacity is not inferior to that of ordinary jade tablets. Just now, between the electric lights and flints, he had already identified it with heterochromic contact lenses, and Pi Jian had no problem.

Immediately afterwards, a group of Ribben Namin's leaders invited Zhang Ning into the domed tent in the center of the tribe.

As soon as Zhang Ningfu entered, he found that the tent had been uninhabited for a long time, and according to the clues, it was known that the previous owner of the largest and most ornate tent in Rippon Namin should have been a monk.

The tent covers an area of nearly 300 square meters, with a thick carpet underneath, and is divided into three parts: a living room, a "bedroom" and a "study" by a topaz screen.

On both sides of the living room, there are various antique treasures such as lifelike white jade snow ice mink, Yushanzi, Wanda cow moon glass mirror, Fei Lengcui three-legged incense burner and so on.

In the bedroom, there was only a huge black paulownia wood, on which was a meter thick cloud-like fabric, which was supposed to be woven from cloud wool.

The cypress shelves in the study are filled with parchment scrolls of mortals, recording the history of the Ripponnamin tribe and anecdotes about the customs of the Western Plains.

The reason why the last master was a monk is because there is still an unfinished low-level talisman on the desk...... But other than that, there are no other traces.

It only took two breaths to learn this information—all it took was a glance of the senses.

After Zhang Ning sat down at the top, a girl presented a golden cup and gold plate with intricate patterns, and the cup plate contained a weak spiritual tea and spirit fruit.

From Häagen-Dazs onwards, after each of the high-ranking tribes expressed their fierce feelings of joy and happiness to Zhang Ning because of his arrival, the welcome ceremony came to an end, and everyone left one after another.

Zhang Ning came to the bedroom, sat on the couch covered with a cloud cashmere blanket, and closed his eyes to observe the entire tribe.

It was nearly dusk, and a shepherd of eighteen or nineteen years old was returning to the tribe with his herd.

Zhang Ning noticed that the sheep he drove back had a very unique appearance - there were eight wrists and feet under the sheep's body - tentacle sheep!

No wonder I thought that the number of "Xiyuan Five Animals" was not right.

The shepherd herded the tentacle sheep into the nearest sheepfold and hurried into a small tent in the middle of the way on the south side of the tribe.

In O'Ang, an old woman in a blue robe and a pointed felt hat followed the shepherd out of the tent.

Don't look at the old woman's weathered face, eighty or ninety years old, her feet are not slower than the young shepherd's.

They came to the tentacle sheepfold, where the young shepherd tore off a tentacle sheep that was wrapped around a wooden post, and then pulled a tentacle lamb from the back of the other sheep and stuffed it into the big sheep's arms.

The big sheep hurriedly danced its four wrists and feet to push the lamb out, and struggled to the back of the sheepfold like a great enemy.

The old woman sang unhurriedly.

The lyrics are vague and the voice is not outstanding, but the tune is euphemistic and touching, and even makes Zhang Ning a little homesick.

After a tea time, the big sheep no longer resisted, and the lamb took the opportunity to squirm eight wrists and feet to climb on the back of the big sheep, and then an upside-down golden bell drilled into the arms of the big sheep and began to feed, and at the same time the eight delicate wrists and feet were firmly wrapped around the back of the big sheep, as if they had paid attention to it, and they would never let go again for the rest of their lives.

The excitement here has just been watched, and several more hunting squads have returned to the tribe. Their return attracted many herdsmen and young onlookers.

The male hunter's saddle was adorned with silver buckles inlaid with precious materials such as corsionite, clear emerald, red carp coral, and cloud heart white jade, while the huntress strung these stones into beaded curtains and embellished them on pointed felt hats.

If it weren't for their good harvest, Zhang Ning would have suspected that these hunting teams were going out to show off their wealth.

After the hunters threw their prey to the shepherds, who specialized in slaughtering, they laughed and touted in twos and threes and scattered into several tall tents in the front row.

After that, it was to kill chickens and sheep vigorously, Zhang Ning laughed in his heart, he had never eaten roasted whole sheep in the original world, and this time in the other world, he had to try it once...... I don't know if it will be half raw and half cooked, and the meat will be firewood and tasteless.

The Ripponnamin tribe seems to be in good shape.

Zhang Ning grabbed Pi Jian's "Chronicles of the Namin Clan" and began to read it—all of which were myths and legends—and later generations slapped their heads and made up stories about their own bloodlines. Among them, the history of the dwarf invasion of the Western Plains can be corroborated by the "confession" of Orubagan, and the Rikuben Namin Chronicles record in more detail the ten kinds of spirit animals handed down by the immortals: the sirloin ox, the noisy ox, the rubber wax ox, the Mutong ox, the Tipetal cow, the Shiri fist sheep, the mustache burning sheep, the Sudun sheep, the cian bud sheep, and the Hongmen sheep...... One for each tribe, taking turns to offer sacrifices. The Yubannamin tribe is responsible for raising the ciban-bud sheep in it.

After reading it, Zhang Ning was full of emotion, this immortal must be a foodie!