Those mountain people were very restrained at first, and although they were stuffed with food, they didn't dare to put their mouths in their mouths.

It wasn't until Meng Mao couldn't see it and stuffed a piece of cake directly into the young man's mouth that those people were full of hands. They put away the bread and steamed buns, and the porridge could not be collected, and they could only eat it on the spot.

They took out the gray noodles and ate the pickles and porridge, and they ate merrily.

Facing the puzzled gaze of the five sons and six children, the older elder sneered and said, "The children in the family have never eaten such good things, so we will bring them back to taste them." It's good for us to eat this nest, but the kids can't eat it at home. ”

Meng Geguan and those people were all relatively simple and kind people, so they didn't pay much attention to it, and just ate their own.

She eats quickly, and it doesn't take long for her to finish it. She eats a lot and is always in the spotlight when she eats.

Seeing Meng Ge eating the amount of the three of them alone, those mountain people were so surprised that they forgot to eat.

If it weren't for Ding Hate Meng helping Zhang Luo, they wouldn't even be able to get some vegetable juice. After all, under the influence of Meng Mao, the five sons and six sons also ate quite fiercely.

People say that half the size eats Lao Tzu to death, three and a half size children plus one Meng Ge, and every time Li cooks, it is like making rations for a hundred people.

Ding hats Meng likes to watch the children eat happily, which is a kind of enjoyment.

So whenever he eats, his favorite thing is to eat well first, and then watch Meng Ge grab a few food while eating.

At first, those drivers were not used to the escorts, and they often couldn't eat. Except for the chopsticks at the beginning, I can only eat with this bit of soup later.

Later, they learned well, and like Ding Hatmeng, they desperately put vegetables in the bowl at the beginning, so they didn't always have clear soup and few vegetables.

"You have to eat with them, or you have to drink soup. Didn't you see we were all picking up vegetables just now?" said a coachman who elbowed the dumbfounded man.

The man came back to his senses, swallowed the nest head in his mouth with difficulty, and then said: "This is really the first time I've seen people eat like this." Our children have to be forced to eat, otherwise they won't eat properly. ”

This is a sad sentence, the ones they eat are either mixed with the bark of the ground paste, or the porridge with the bran, the children love to eat it.

Coupled with the fact that they don't have much money to buy salt all year round, those meals are even more difficult to swallow.

Another man said, "If there is a little pickle like this, the children in the family can eat like this." ”

As he spoke, he carefully wrapped some pickles in a cloth bag that hugged his nest. In order to prevent the loss of pickle juice, he also carefully sandwiched the pickles between the cakes and steamed buns that were distributed to him.

As for the remaining gray-faced nests, he just wrapped them up with a few leaves.

When the others saw this, they followed suit. The pickles were all put in the bowl in front of them, and they were supposed to be at their disposal.

Meng Ge watched coldly, and after eating everyone almost enough, he asked Ding Hate Meng to divide the remaining cakes and steamed buns.

"Now that you've all eaten, I'll talk about it. Ming'er will take me to your village, I believe that those people will also come to collect taxes by then. Maybe I'll be able to help you keep your food and money this time. Meng Ge sat cross-legged on the tarpaulin with his arms crossed, and said without a beak.

The old man sighed for a long time before asking, "Didn't the little brother say that he didn't want to care about this anymore, why did he ...... change his mind again?"

Meng Ge didn't say much, but said: "This person can't look at idle things, and if he sees it, he will take care of it." If you don't want me to take care of it, then I'm going to go to those people myself. Maybe those people will settle the account on you. ”

To say that she just can't see people suffering, those people will definitely not believe it.

Menggo's threat, sure enough, was there

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effect. Those mountain people did not avoid Mengo, and discussed in front of her.

In the end, they relented and agreed to take Mongo and them to the mountains and set off early tomorrow morning.

However, they have a request, that is, if Meng Ge can't solve this matter perfectly, I hope she should not make a move, so as not to push them into the abyss.

Meng Ge thought to himself, they are at the bottom of the abyss now, and there is no place to push it.

That night, the mountain people helped to lift the trapped vehicles out of the potholes, and they also helped repair some lightly damaged cars, which also calmed some resentment.

As the day dawned, a large group of men and horses arrived from the town ahead. They carried torches and, without the need for an explanation from Mongodo, began to mend the pothole.

Several of the cars were used to repair parts that had been destroyed, and the craftsmen had repaired the cars according to the price offered by the owners.

When it was gray, a group of horses came from behind. The people on horseback are the same people who went to Qishan with Meng Ge last time.

They are all Tian Xiaoer's manpower, which was temporarily borrowed by Meng Ge.

"Master Meng, this is a hundred catties of salt brought by our proprietress and these brown rice, all of which have more than two thousand catties. "They each carried something on horseback.

Meng Ge stepped forward to inspect those things, and thought it was quite suitable, so he didn't let them unload the goods, and urged the mountain people: "Hurry up, if you want to rush back to the village before those people, hurry up for me." ”

She stayed alone to protect the Li family's mother and son with Ding Hatmeng, so she took the pickles sorted out by the Li family and went to the legendary mountain village.

To be honest, Meng Ge couldn't have imagined that this village could be so primitive. The original house where they lived was made of some stones and bamboo fences.

Most of the people were wearing animal skins, animal skins tied together with straw ropes or animal tendons.

The clothes that were mended and washed gray on the mountain people who came out of the mountains were contributed by the whole village.

Their farming tools are even more poignant, mostly wood and stone. Originally, some iron farm tools in the village were used as silver money to offset taxes.

The people in the village also cook a variety of things, from good or broken jars to bamboo products.

The most common thing they eat is porridge with crushed sorghum rice mixed with wild vegetables.

It is often a large pot of porridge boiled with a handful of sorghum rice, without oil and salt, or perhaps without salt. It's so raw, it's no wonder that the children here can't eat the meat.

When they arrived in the village, the flood had not yet receded. From those yellow marks, it can be seen that the flood has flooded almost half of the village, and the place below the mountainside is flooded.

The rice that was tasseled was full of sludge, and no matter how long it was, it would not produce much rice.

It's such a kind of rice, and I think it has to be used for taxes every year.

At this time, the grain and salt brought by Meng Ge and them became sought-after goods. It's a pity that those people don't have many good things in their hands.

Beast bones, beast teeth, and animal skins are not as good as Meng Ge's own fighting.

"If you really want to change things, you can do it, I heard that you have a cave here, and there are some crystal clear stones in it, and you can exchange those stones for things. Meng Ge laughed.

These people are guarding the natural crystal caves, and they are still suffering, and she finds it incredible when she thinks about it.

"Stones can still be exchanged for things, little brother, don't lie to people. A trembling old man rebuked dissatisfiedly.

It's not like they haven't tried it, but no one looks at the stones when they take them outside. Otherwise, they would have lived so badly.

Those stones, which look pretty, are of no use at all.