On this night, the village was brightly lit.

People wasted it extravagantly once, lighting all kinds of torches and oil lamps.

They carefully peeled off the skin of the wild pigs and prepared to leave them for Li Zhenguang.

Such a complete hide, which is very rare, should be able to sell for a good price.

Although Li Zhenguang said that he would invite everyone to enjoy it together, the villagers were still very conscious of what should be left for him.

It's just that in the end, he didn't ask for it, but gave it to the Mo Li family.

The meat of the wild pig is very rough and fat.

But the villagers didn't mind at all, they just cooked it in white water with salt, cut it into small pieces, and just grabbed and gnawed it.

The salt here is not expensive.

This is a world of cultivation, and there are too many ways to deposit sea salt, and any elderly cultivator can do it.

When their cultivation has reached the limit of their qualifications, they can only spend the rest of their lives making money and enjoying life.

Purifying sea salt is just a basic means for them to make money.

After all, seawater doesn't cost money, and the cost is very low.

Li Zhenguang twisted some salt, put it in the palm of his hand, and observed it carefully.

The appearance of salt is almost the same as that of bagged salt produced on Earth, almost indistinguishable.

Just when you taste it, you can feel the difference right away.

He could feel that these salts contained something beneficial to the human body.

Because of the cells of his body, he is conveying a feeling of being in a sweet rain for a long time.

So, he decided to stock up on some more and bring them back to Earth to honor his parents at home.

On this festive day, the old man couldn't help but contribute the few rations he had left in his house.

It looks very similar to sweet potatoes, smells very fragrant, and is also raw or cooked.

When the villagers put them in the pot and cooked them, Li Zhenguang tasted them.

The taste is very good, very powdery, very sweet, the meat is very delicate, much more delicious than those on the earth.

No wonder the wild pigs are obsessed with it and come again and again.

But according to the old man, its yield is very low, and the harvest is getting smaller and smaller every year.

However, according to Li Zhenguang's analysis of the situation seen on the farm, it is estimated that it is the reason why they have never applied fertilizer.

This can be seen from the barren land on the farm.

It seems that in the future, I will have to take the time to teach them how to grow food.

It's already night.

The villagers who have been busy for a long time don't have the time to build so many famous halls.

I didn't even take a stool, so I just held the piece of meat in my hand, squatted on the ground and ate it.

Seeing that they were eating there with relish, Li Zhenguang couldn't help but taste a few bites.

It's just that the peculiar smell of wild animals makes him really unbearable.

There was no way, so he had to let Mo Li go back to the house and bring the tables and stools.

I took a piece of raw meat, cut it into thin slices, and put it in a basin for later use.

Then, as if juggling, he took a carbon boiler out of his backpack and placed it on the table.

This kind of outdoor supporting supplies is very complete, and even charcoal is prepared together.

He carefully raised the fire, poured the bagged spicy hot pot base into the pot, and took out a few small bowls to prepare the dipping sauce while the water was boiling.

The old man and Mo Li squatted beside them, gnawing on the meat while curiously watching Li Zhenguang busy with his work.

For these things, they have never seen them before, and it feels very new.

Infected by them, the villagers gathered around and also commented on the situation.

In full view of everyone, the water quickly boiled.

Li Zhenguang picked up some slices of meat and slowly soaked them.

The aromatic soup base, with the foil of meat, appears more intense, and spreads everywhere under the breeze.

The old man and Mo Li smelled the fragrance, cheekily, gathered around the table, and also sat down with a big grin.

Li Zhenguang picked up a small bowl with spices and divided one among them.

didn't be polite anymore, he took out the meat slices from the pot, dipped them in the seasoning, and ate them like this.

"Well, it's so much better now. He savored it.

The meat is coarse, but chewy and delicious.

Just a slice of chopsticks of meat in the stomach, I immediately feel a hot breath, spreading out from the stomach, making people warm and very comfortable.

came back to his senses and wanted to continue to take another bite, but found that the two cheeky guys were desperately trying to get meat to eat, and they couldn't help but quickly join the ranks of grabbing food.

Within a few rounds, the slices of meat in the basin were swept away.

Even if they knew each other, they didn't need Li Zhenguang to do it again, so they ran over by themselves, picked up the raw meat and busily drove away.

The action of cutting meat is very simple and does not need to be taught at all.

It's just that I never expected that when it comes to knife work, the most powerful one is actually the old man.

With a wave of his hand, slices of meat as thin as paper wings were spread all over the basin.

The feelings just now were a few bites of meat in the stomach, and he still let him eat his experience?

Li Zhenguang smiled and took out a dozen beers.

Shabu shabu, how can you miss this thing?

What he loves most is not the heat of hot pot in winter, but the feeling of eating hot pot and having a glass of cold beer while blowing the air conditioner in the hot summer.

Suddenly, Yu Guang saw Zhao Chunhua and Mo Ziqi not far away.

Maybe it was because the old man was here, so they didn't dare to come over to join in the fun.

Li Zhenguang didn't care so much, and directly called them over and sat down to play hot pot together.

And from the backpack, he took out a large bottle of orange juice and two cups, and filled them with them.

Seeing his favorite orange juice, Mo Ziqi smiled so happily, staring at the cup with bright eyes, it was very cute.

Li Zhenguang smiled and put the cup in her hand.

She immediately held it in both hands and drank it with a clatter.

The old man is worthy of being a cultivator, his skills are very agile, and when Mo Li was still grinding, he had already cut a large pot.

Happily brought it over and began to brush the pot.

Seeing the monkey's anxious appearance, Li Zhenguang shook his head helplessly, opened the beer, and handed it to him.

The old man took it and looked at it, but he didn't know what it was, he had never seen it in his life.

However, the faint smell of wine immediately aroused the cravings in his stomach, and he couldn't help but take a small sip.

I saw him frown, and then, he immediately opened it again, and poured another big sip violently, only then did he exhale a breath of wine and exclaimed: "Cool, really cool!"

Seeing this scene, Li Zhenguang secretly laughed in his heart.

Almost all first-time beer drinkers look like this.

Because everyone's taste is different, it is difficult to unify.

Even beer has many flavors, and not all of them are to be enjoyed.

He himself prefers a certain brand, and others may not be acceptable, and some brands even feel a little annoying.

He just wanted to see how people from other worlds drank beer for the first time, and he didn't know if they would accept it.