The small village is not very large, with only 50 or 60 families living there, and the total population of only 100 families including adults and children is only 100.

The villagers, who had received a good harvest, lit several bonfires in the open spaces in the village.

This small village is different from the village where Tao Huanniang used to live, in the small village in the mountains, the women have no status, and when the men eat, the women are far away from the side.

In this small village on the shore of the Keluo River, there are many women sitting around the bonfire, but the bonfire where the women sit is a little farther away from the bonfire where the men are sitting.

Several stoves were made of stone blocks in the open space, and on each stove were large cauldrons, filled with boiling hot water.

The hot water is steaming white, and the fish has not yet been cooked, so you can't smell the fish soup.

Sitting by the bonfire with Zhu San, on the bonfire in front of Liu Wei, there were several thin wooden sticks with fish on them.

The fish has just been placed on the flame, and it has not been cooked for a while, but the surface of the roast is steaming.

Holding a wooden stick in his hand, Liu Wei flipped the wooden stick and asked Zhu San: "Third Brother Zhu, how many fish can the villagers catch every day in the past few days?" ”

"Don't hide it, sir!" Liu Wei asked how many fish the villagers could catch on weekdays, and Zhu San grinned and said: "The villagers fish, but they just make some salted fish, and then sell the goods to the market for some copper coins." As for the food on weekdays, crops and vegetables are also planted in the fields behind the village. ”

Listening to Zhu San's explanation, Liu couldn't help but nod his head.

His biggest concern is that the industry in the village is too monotonous, and if a village relies on only one way of life to survive, once the surrounding environment changes, all the villagers will face a situation of starvation.

Liu Wei and Zhu San sat side by side, Wang Liu and Wang Zhen sat on the other side of him, and as for Tao Huanniang, because she was a woman, she had been dragged by a group of village women to another bonfire.

While talking to Zhu San, the two village men carried a large wooden bucket to the cauldron where the water had been boiled, took out the washed fish from the wooden bucket, and threw it into the pot.

In fact, Liu Wei doesn't like to eat fish very much, and even has an indescribable aversion to the fishy smell.

But now the villagers are celebrating the harvest, and as a guest, he can't ruin everyone's interest.

Pinching the branch of a fish, Liu Wei casually roasted it.

The flames licked the fish, and soon the fish was roasted by Liu Wei with a golden color and a fragrant aroma.

Handing the grilled fish to Wang Liu, who was sitting next to him, Liu Wei picked up another fish.

Taking the fish that Liu Wei handed her, Wang Liu was stunned for a moment, and when she looked at Liu Wei, her face was full of joy and amazement.

Although Zhu San and the other villagers did not know Liu Bian's identity and roasted the fish on the bonfire at the same time as him, Wang Liu and Wang Zhen did not dare to compete with him for the flame when Liu Wei was grilling the fish.

Holding the grilled fish handed to her by Liu Biao in her hand, smelling the fragrant breath, Wang Liu turned her head to look at Liu Bian, and said softly: "Sir......"

"Let's eat!" Liu Wei didn't let Wang Liu continue, and when Wang Liu just called out, he opened his mouth to stop her.

Watching Liu Wei flip the grilled fish, Zhu San asked him with some surprise: "Where did Mr. learn the method of grilling fish?" ”

"I walk outside all year round, and sometimes I have the experience of sleeping in the wilderness!" Smiling at Zhu San, Liu Wei said a little casually: "It is also a habit to roast some mountain delicacies." ”

"In the past, I went out with His Royal Highness, and His Royal Highness taught the soldiers how to grill fish, and now the villagers miss that day, and often gather in one place to bake some, but no one is as good as Mr. Roast!" While roasting the fish in his own hand, Zhu San looked at Liu Wei on the bonfire, and the second fish that had been roasted and was a little yellowed said, "Sir, why don't you teach me to wait for a hand." ”

"Okay!" While speaking, Liu Wei's second fish had also been grilled, and while he handed the fish to Wang Zhen, he said to Zhu San: "Third Brother Zhu, whether it is grilled fish or barbecued meat, you must remember that you can't use the tip of the flame to roast." Either a little further away from the flames or in the midst of the flames. ”

"Why is that?" Liu Wei said such a truth, which made Zhu San feel a little dazed.

In the past, when he was a soldier in the Luoyang Army, he had never heard anyone say that grilled fish and meat were so exquisite.

"The tip of the flame is the hottest place, and if you put the meat on it and grill it, it will be easy to burn the meat!" While putting the third fish on the wooden stick, Liu Wei said to Zhu San: "If the meat is raised a little, the temperature will be lower, and in the same way, if the meat is placed in the flame, the temperature is also suitable!" ”

Seeing that Liu Wei put another fish in the flames, Zhu San picked up the fish that he had roasted to a little burnt, blinked his eyes twice, stuffed the fish to another man on the side, and then took out another raw fish with a wooden stick from the barrel behind him.

After receiving the grilled fish handed over by Zhu San, the man was stunned for a moment, and he didn't understand what Zhu San was doing for a while.

Seeing that Zhu San took a fish again and put the fish on the flame to roast it, the man seemed to understand something, and said to Zhu San: "Thank you Third Brother Zhu!" ”

That man Xie Zhu San, he thought that Zhu San had helped him grill a fish, but how did he know that Zhu San had just learned the method of grilling fish from Liu Wei and gave him the rotten ones.

While the fish was grilling, the fish soup in the cauldron was boiling.

As the steam filled, a nearby area was filled with the smell of fish.

"Folks!" The fish soup in the cauldron was already boiling, and a man not far from Liu Wei and them stood up, strode to the middle of several bonfires, and shouted to the villagers: "I have harvested so many fish today, do you want to drink some good wine?" ”

"Good!" The man asked for some wine, and all the men and women in the village rejoiced.

When the villagers cheered and responded, the man shouted to the villagers behind: "Don't pestle, get all the wine quickly, the villagers are so drunk today!" ”

Looking at the man shouting, Liu Wei whispered to Zhu San and asked, "That man is the village chief?" ”

"What village chief?" Liu Bian's question obviously made Zhu San a little surprised when he arrived, he turned his head to look at Liu Bian and said, "There is no village chief here, only a centurion!" ”

"Uh......" Before Zhu San answered the question, Liu Wei thought that this village, like other villages, was managed by the village chief and pavilion chief, but he didn't expect that the small village would also follow the previous Luoyang Army system.

When talking to Zhu San, the centurion in the village crossed his hands on his waist, and then shouted at the villagers: "Do you know that today, when I have fish to eat and meat to eat, and corn and rice for every meal, who is the benefit?" ”

"King Qin!" When the centurion's shout fell, all the men and women of the village shouted in unison.

Hearing this shout, Liu Wei only felt that his cheeks were a little hot.

He had seen this kind of scene before, Liu Wei allocated the land, giving the civilians who had no food to eat in the past a way out, and it was reasonable for the people to love him, but just like today, eating a meal was like a pre-war mobilization, which really made him feel a little difficult to adapt.

Liu Wei's face was a little unnatural, but Wang Liu and Wang Zhen were full of pride.

If you let these men in the village know that they can be by King Qin's side all day long, I don't know how many envious eyes they can attract.

Tao Huanniang, who was sitting among a group of village women, listened to the centurion's shout, and her heart was as sweet as honey.

In the world, there are countless heroes, and although Tao Huanniang lives in the palace, she has also heard of many heroes.

Most of the heroes, although they are famous, but in folk rumors, their reputation is not very good.

Like Liu Wei, who is not only famous, but also deeply loved among the people, Tao Huanniang has really never heard of it.

Being able to marry such a husband, even if he often stays alone in an empty house, is worth it for Tao Huanniang.

"Such a good day, since the king of Qin said that it is a gift, what should I say before eating?" The centurion was apparently not satisfied with the villagers' answers, and shouted at them again.

"Long live the King of Qin, Wen Cheng Wude, dominate the world!" When the villagers shouted this sentence, Liu Wei only felt that his forehead was full of waterfall sweat.

If these words came out of the mouths of officials, he did not find them strange, but it was a little strange to shout them from a group of uneducated men and village women.

"His Royal Highness the King of Qin, how can he become a martial artist!" As soon as the shouts of the villagers fell, the centurion spoke: "Do you know what happened when the King of Qin led the army and Niu Fu to fight and the small valley that day?" ”

When the centurion said this, all the villagers fell silent, and all eyes looked at him, quietly waiting for him to continue.

Hearing the man mention the battle with Niu Fu back then, Liu Wei couldn't help but cast his eyes on him.

In the battle of Xiaogu, there were only hundreds of Yellow Turban troops beside Liu Wei, and if this centurion had participated in that battle, he would be one of the first people to follow Liu Wei.

"In the battle that day, His Royal Highness led 500 people to repel the attack of 8,000 Xiliang troops! is so brave, is it just a Wencheng martial virtue? The centurion did not describe in detail the scene of the battle, but only made a slight exaggeration, and then shouted to the villagers: "How about I wish His Highness a lamp when it is time to drink?" ”

"Good!" All the villagers answered in unison, and while they answered, the men carrying the wine had already arrived at the campfire with several large wooden barrels.