When night fell on the grassland, a blazing bonfire was soon lit in an area where the Raha was located. The little bit of fire and the stars in the sky are also quite beautiful.

Because this time the Hetie people invaded the Ming Kingdom and plundered a lot of wealth and population, it is really a good thing worth celebrating, because it is the Mongolian people of the Yeju tribe who have come out of their tents and celebrate this rare harvest with everyone.

The mare's milk wine and the golden-roasted beef and mutton are mouth-watering just to look at, not to mention the tantalizing aroma they exude, which makes everyone want to feast on it.

And as the patriarch Hehu'er said a few words about the scene, the people could no longer hold back, and stretched out their hands to the delicious food and wine, and suddenly the scene became more enthusiastic, and from time to time, there were also drunk men and women who came out of the crowd, waved their hands around the bonfire and twisted their hips and danced, and then the song slowly sounded.

As the only person who was not from the Lahe Department, but could participate in tonight's feast, Lu Zhen nodded with great interest when he looked at this song and dance full of national characteristics, with a strong original ecology and rough charm, and even gently beat the beat with the rhythm. Different from the dance songs that were deliberately choreographed in order to attract tourists in later generations, the song and dance in front of you are more vivid and easier to indulge in.

At this time, a rough wine bowl suddenly stretched out to Lu Jin: "Divine envoy, I salute you with a bowl." But it was Hezha who came over with wine.

Lu Jin, who knew the toasting habits of the Mongolian people, had no choice but to pick up the mare's milk wine that he had never drunk in front of him, and smiled at the other party: "Thank you." As he spoke, he took a sip.

Unexpectedly, after taking this mouthful, he only felt that his mouth was full of sour and rancid taste, and it was difficult to swallow at all, and he almost squirted out directly. Even if Lu Zhen had been mentally prepared, he had tasted the mare's milk wine of the Mongolian people, and knew that this thing was very unpleasant to his taste, but he didn't expect this wine to be so difficult to drink. This is wine, it's obviously a pot of water that has been rancid.

But in the end, Lu Zhen still drank a bowl of wine with a bitter face, he didn't dare to offend Hezha, his biggest reliance now, because of the drinking.

Seeing him so happy, Hezha was so satisfied that he wanted to pour another bowl for the two of them and continue to drink. When Lu Jin saw it, he hurriedly blocked it and said, "Hezha, I see that Mu Dai seems to have a very bad relationship with you, and he is deliberately embarrassing you today." ”

When he suddenly mentioned this matter, Hezha, who was already very interested, frowned, and the wine he was holding was put on the ground by him: "The divine envoy really has insight, and he can see the problem at a glance." Yes, I've never dealt with Mu Chai. ”

"Why is that?" Seeing that the topic had been diverged, Lu Jin's heart was overjoyed, and he hurriedly asked. Since he could learn more about them and didn't have to drink, he naturally had to ask more.

Hezha may have been holding back in his heart for this matter and wanted to talk about it, or he was easy to spit out the truth after drinking, even to Lu Zhen, an outsider, he didn't mean to hide it: "Because my dead father has always had conflicts with him before, and as my reputation in the Lama tribe continues to increase, he is more and more worried that I will replace his current position as the third elder, so he is embarrassed by me everywhere." ”

"What do these three elders refer to?" Lu Zhen said with some curiosity.

"The three elders are a kind of saying in our Lahe tribe, they are the people second only to the patriarch in the tribe, and only those who have great merit and prestige enough can be called the three elders. My father turned out to be the third elder......" said, Hezha was very depressed and took a sip of the wine bowl, but he didn't mean to toast.

Seeing this, Lu Zhen did not express it. At the same time, he already had a judgment in his heart, obviously these three elders should be regarded as a title of nobles in the Lahe tribe, and they also have a lot of power. The root of the conflict between Hezha and Namudai is that this position can be replaced.

Thinking about this, Lu Zhen said as if unintentionally: "You have made a lot of contributions to the Lahe Department this time, why are you not qualified to become the third elder?" ”

"Hmph, it's not that Mu Jie and the other two are against it. Moreover, Hehu'er also felt that this merit alone was not enough, it was not enough to convince the public, and I must continue to make greater contributions to our Laha. Hezha explained with some unpleasantness. Obviously, after sending Lu Zhen out, several dignitaries in their subordinates continued to discuss some things.

"So, you're going to take people to the Ming Kingdom to loot?" Lu Zhen asked tentatively.

What he got was Hezha shaking his head helplessly: "I'm afraid this can't be done." Mingguo was caught off guard by me because he was unprepared this time, and if he went again, he was afraid that the damage would be great. ”

As soon as he heard this, Lu Zhen felt happy in his heart, he really didn't want to see the Han people of the same clan being killed and humiliated again. However, there was a look of pity on his face: "In this way, it will be difficult for you to make meritorious contributions and become the third elder?" ”

Hezha snorted and didn't reply. Na Mu Dai understood this, so he would use this to obstruct himself, but he had no way to take him, not to mention the grievances in his heart.

While the two were talking, there was a sudden cheer around them, and Lu Zhen looked up with some curiosity, only to find that his dry food was being distributed. Although only a little bit of this food fell into everyone's hands, after tasting it, everyone looked incredulous.

Indeed, for these people on the grassland, such sweet and delicious food is something they could never have dreamed of. Even Hehu'er and the others, after tasting these things, were silent for a long time, and they believed a little more in Lu Jin's identity, and only the gods could create such a delicious taste.

And seeing that they actually divided everything for the whole clan to share, Lu Zhen was not a little surprised, this was very different from his previous judgment, he thought that Hehu'er and the others would keep it and eat it slowly. From this point of view, this semi-primitive class structure on the steppe can be regarded as the embodiment of communism.

And when the lid of the big pot of instant noodles burned according to Lu Jin's intention was lifted, the tempting fragrance stirred everyone's nerves, and everyone was moved by their index fingers, and at the same time, they all stared at the pot that was not too big.

There were only three packets of instant noodles left in Lu Jin's bag, and now they were put into the pot with the seasoning and cooked. Although the smell was diluted by the large amount of water, it was attractive enough for these Mongolian people, who had never smelled such fragrant food.

As Hehu'er scooped out some noodle soup and put it in his bowl, the Mongolian people pressed the tent to get the noodles. Although the amount was too small, each account could only get a little bit of noodle soup, but after tasting the taste, everyone was immersed in the sweet and delicious taste, and couldn't extricate themselves for a long time.

However, Hezha did not go with them to eat noodles, because he had already enjoyed it once on the way, and at the moment he only wanted to leave such an opportunity for the other clansmen.

As for Lu Jin, he was used to these Mongolian reactions, and he knew very well that for these people who even considered salt a luxury, these later generations of food were naturally delicacies beyond their imagination.

Thinking of this, Lu Jin took a piece of roasted golden mutton, cut a piece with the knife at hand and put it in his mouth. But then, he spit out the meat with a snort, because the fishy smell on the mutton was too strong, and it was still light, and there was no taste at all. Lu Jin, who is accustomed to smearing cumin, refined salt, and chili powder on barbecue meat, really can't accept these light foods.

Without too much hesitation, Lu Zhen took out the small jar of refined salt he was carrying, poured some on the meat, and then put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, so that the meat could be eaten a little.

"By the way, what are you?" I'd seen him sprinkle something on the meat before, and Hezha, who saw him again, couldn't help but ask.

"Salt, otherwise how can you eat such a bland meat?" Lu Zhen said casually, and poured some salt on the other party's meat.

Hezha's eyes were a little straight: "You...... Actually poured salt directly on the meat...... "It's really a waste, but the last sentence was not spoken, after all, the other party is a god."

Lu Zhen then remembered his previous understanding, indeed, for the people on the grassland, such a use of salt is too extravagant, too wasteful, and I don't know how to explain it for a while.

And Hezha was even more energetic after tasting the mutton with refined salt, and was full of praise: "In the end, it is a good thing brought from heaven by the divine envoy, this salt has no bitter taste, it really makes people can't believe it." ”

Lu Zhen looked at the half jar of salt in his hand with a wry smile: "It's a pity that there is not much left, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat it for a few days." Speaking of this, he suddenly asked with some curiosity: "By the way, don't the people in your tribe use salt?" Can you swallow these light meats all the time? ”

Hezha shook his head slightly: "It's really hard to eat too much meat if it's too light, so we have another way." As he spoke, he took out a stone from his arms and handed it to Lu Jin: "That's it." ”

"This ...... What's the use? Lu Zhen took it over and looked at it carefully, it seemed to be an ore, but with his eyes as a liberal arts student, he couldn't tell what kind of ore it was.

"You'll find out if you lick it." Hezha reminded.

Lu Zhen hesitated slightly, but still stretched out his tongue and lightly touched the stone, only to feel a bitter taste coming, followed by a faint salty taste. After two smacks, he understood the reasoning that the stone was a substitute for the salt that the people of Rahab used to flavor and ingest salt.

Slowly, suddenly Lu Jin's heart moved, and a thought was quickly born - this may be a good opportunity for him to establish his identity as a divine envoy in the eyes of everyone in the Lahe tribe and gain a firm foothold!

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