In a large cauldron sitting, a large stick bone broth with a trace of meat residue is boiling.

Slices of green onions, ginger, and garlic were thrown in.

After the tumbling boiled softly, it was fished into a bowl by the villagers with heavy mouths and swallowed directly into the stomach.

And in the soup base cooked by these condiments, large slices of thinly sliced wild boar meat were sent in.

After the slices of meat were boiled white, the villagers, who were forced to wait, ate the soup and water.

What is it like for a group of people to drink soup with a bowl in their hands?

Even for patients with mild anorexia, under the inspiration of this atmosphere, there is only one way left to open up their appetite.

Among them, Gu Zheng, who has never lacked oil and water in his stomach, eats the most.

He was given a large piece of meat in the village that only strong laborers could share, but after taking a bite, he felt that the soup was a little bland.

This is a little unbearable for Gu Zheng, whose tongue is more important than any part of his body.

With doubts, Gu Zheng turned his head and gently touched Father Gu on the side with his arm, and asked, "What, are all the people in the village soft-mouthed?"

"Why doesn't this broth smell good?"

And Father Gu on the side, after hearing his son's question, glanced at Gu Zheng with a disdain that you are not satisfied with at all, and returned very seriously: "No one in the village will hoard such things." ”

"After moving to this mountain, I always have to plan for the future autumn and winter dishes. ”

"At this time, the wild vegetables are about to fall, and the women in the village are all digging up and soaking them directly in the jar for pickling. ”

"There is also the soybean sauce in winter, which should also be started. ”

"This thing eats salt, and one stone bean costs five liters of salt. ”

"As far as the court stipulates that Ding men have two spoonfuls and five handfuls a day, wives and concubines and old men, and the regulations of small ones are reduced, where is it enough for the villagers to eat like this. ”

Hearing this, Gu Zheng was a bowl in his hand, and he didn't know if it was because the method of making fresh dishes was too single, but today's meals, if you want to eat, most of them still rely on pickles and soybean sauce to taste.

The soybean paste made with a lot of salt is much saltier than swallowing a spoonful of salt.

At this time, the peasants seemed to be very accustomed to this salty and salty way of eating, and there was no such hypocrisy as it is now unhealthy.

So Gu Zheng continued to ask: "Then I will go down the mountain and push back a car, the Siping salt shop in this town is a monopoly of the official family, I will go over there to take a look." ”

"Anyway, what is the price of salt nowadays? ”

Hearing Gu Zheng say this, Daddy Gu couldn't help but sigh even if he had the wild boar meat stuffed in his mouth.

"A while ago, a stone of salt was only sold for 20 yuan, which was about the same price as grain. ”

"Most of the peasants still hoard grain, and those who have one or two dollars in the family are considered wealthy. ”

"If we exchange grain for salt, I'm afraid that we won't be able to survive this winter, with so many people, if the mountain is closed. ”

Hearing his father's worries, Gu Zheng knew that this village had once again made it difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice.

I thought it was a rich village, but when I really integrated into it, I realized that in the Sui Dynasty, where most of the coins were in the hands of high-ranking families, his family was still a poor ghost with no long things.

Gu Zheng, who thought of this, lowered his head and groaned for a while, but after being flickered by a few ethereal figures in his mind, he made up his mind.

He turned his head and swallowed the tasteless bone broth, and after sucking up the remaining soup at the bottom of the bowl with a slightly grassy aroma of vegetable dumplings on the side, he carefully wiped the remaining small bottom of the bean paste in the small pottery plate in front of him with vegetable dumplings, and then filled it into his mouth in one breath.

After doing all this, Gu Zheng let out a comfortable breath, clapped his hands and said goodbye to his father: "Then you don't have to worry about this matter first, the salt in the village, leave it to me." ”

"I'm going to recharge my batteries and get some good sleep, and I'll wait for my good news tomorrow. ”

Looking at Gu Zheng's back patting his ass and going away, Daddy Gu shook his head with little confidence.

What can be sold at the price of grain in this mountain? Gu Zheng is still too young.

However, Gu Daddy, who didn't intend to stop him, let Gu Zheng go.

And the bow and arrow that was not used to patrol the mountains along the way was carried by Gu Zheng on his back to decorate the façade.

His target today was not the cheap pheasant and rabbit, but a herd of deer on a gentle southern cliff.

They inhabit together with a group of yellow sheep who don't have many tribes, so that Gu Zheng, who had just seen their true faces, was almost stupid and couldn't tell the difference.

If it weren't for the few fawns during the period, with cute white spots on both sides of their bodies, Gu Zheng's original attention would not have been on them.

Today, it is to find the adult male deer among them, and if you are lucky, just one is enough to solve the problem of eating salt in the village for half a year.

Gu Zheng, who did what he said, relied on his advanced foot strength to touch the edge of the gentle slope where deer and sheep would come to drink and graze on weekdays.

At the ambush point at the leeward outlet, he quietly lay down.

Just now he was at the other end of the forest, and saw a few figures passing through the cracks, if there was no error in judgment, this herd of deer would be the first to come over and drink a sip of sweet stream water when the morning sun was shining.

Taking advantage of this effort, Gu Zheng began to work on his few arrows.

You must know that the price of live deer and dead deer is quite different in the market.

If it is a dead deer and sold to a restaurant, the price is no more than 300 yuan, but if the deer is still alive, on top of this price, it will be turned up 3 times, which can be regarded as Gu Zheng said less.

Therefore, now Gu Zheng is wrapping the sharp arrows layer by layer with linen, just using the impact of the bow and arrow to try to take down this group of deer.

When Gu Zheng had dealt with all the arrows, his target prey this time, several yellow deer probing his brain, appeared in his sight.

When the warning roar of the deer sounded, he quickly retracted his head.

Between the woodland lawns, there was still no movement.

Now Gu Zheng, who was holding his breath, couldn't help but slow down his heartbeat a little.

After a while, the vigilant head deer, after making sure that the lawn was as safe as ever, staggered towards the stream to which they must return every day.

After this series of appearances, it is indeed very popular.

Those bouncing deer aside, let's just say that the obviously leading position of the big stag, on the head of the foot more than a meter high horns, when shaking the head, is really majestic, its own style of domination.

The few bucks that followed behind it, the smallest of which only slightly protruded the horns that had just forked like dragons, looked so pitiful, and it was no wonder that they should succumb to the obscenity of this stag and be led by others.

Summer is still the season for animal feeding, and Gu Zheng will not touch the doe and the fawn, so his goal is to put on the little buck with only one dragon horn that has just reached adulthood in this group of male deer.

When everyone came to the stream together, and while their heads were drinking water and looking around, Gu Zheng lowered his head, buried himself in the grass, and crawled in the direction of the deer.

When he found the most direct shooting distance, he put the specially treated arrow in his hand on his iron tire bow.

Now is not the best moment for sniping, Gu Zheng is waiting, waiting for the moment when the deer herd turns around and bows their heads to graze.

And as he expected, the young bucks, who were more impatient, were naturally the first to turn around.

And at this time, Gu Zheng's fingers moved.

With the fastest speed in the world, he drew his bow into a full moon, and shot the arrow in his hand in an instant.

'Whoosh'

The sharp sound of the wind made the deer who lowered their heads to drink water instantly raise their heads, as if to confirm the direction of the sound, and turned their bodies.

And at the moment when the grazing stag looked up blankly, an arrow hit its right eye.

Such a huge impact suddenly made its head subconsciously tilt uncontrollably to one side.

Gu Zheng, who was afraid that it was not safe, suddenly knelt up from the hidden grass, pulled out the arrow on his back, quickly bent his bow and arrow, and shot the second arrow that followed.

By this time, seeing that their companions had been attacked, there was nothing else that this large herd of deer did not understand.

Just under the reminder of the neighing of the leading stag, the doe that took the lead was to gently push the back of their children's buttocks with their front kisses, pushing the frightened fawns, and fled into the depths of the jungle without looking back.

Then there were a few male deer that followed behind the doe that were not attacked, and in the end, when only the head deer was left, the male deer in charge of the broken deer subconsciously turned his head to Gu Zheng's direction, and with a light glance, he no longer cared about the life or death of the attacked stag, pulled up his legs, and made a beautiful vertical leap, and instantly caught up with the large army, and disappeared into the vast dense forest with the deer herd.

This process was so swift that it was so fast that when Gu Zheng's second arrow hit his target's left eye again, it all happened.