The interior of the Panshi Village is changing in the direction of fortressification, and the architectural pattern is by no means as simple as it seems on the surface.

Tianhao set up a separate reception room outside the Panshi Village, about 200 meters away from the newly built guard tower on the outermost part.

Kohei doesn't think it's a snub to himself. Although the location is remote, the hospitality in Panshizhai is very good: the sturdy hostess serves a plate of pastries, cuts the cakes with a knife in front of Haoping, uses a spoon to scoop out the stewed meat in the pot, chops it on the cutting board, and skillfully stuffs the minced meat into the cake with a kitchen knife.

In cold weather, a bowl of hot broth goes down to the stomach, and the whole person instantly becomes warm. God has no mercy, although the snow this year is not as big as last year, it feels colder than last year. Coming all the way from Qinglong Village, Haoping felt that his whole body was about to freeze, and finally roasted in this warm reception room, he drank two bowls of hot soup in one go, and ate the hot and oily meatloaf, which felt that the taste of the soup was very different from usual.

It is very delicious, without that unpleasant smell of meat, and the tangy fragrance completely subverts Haoping's consistent perception of food.

"How is this broth cooked?" The juicy coarse dough cake gave the tongue and mouth a luxurious treat, and Haoping, who was in his forties, suddenly felt that his previous life had been wasted, and he never dreamed that there would be such delicious food in the world. Gulping down the unchewed meatloaf in his mouth, he continued his previous question at the waitress who was making the patty: "What's in this soup?" ”

Before she could speak, the door opened, and Tianhao, the leader of the Rock Village, who had snow on his head and shoulders, strode in. He stood at the door and patted his body, walked over with a breath of cold air, sat down by the fire, and laughed loudly: "Steward Haoping, this soup tastes good, right?" ”

Haoping hurriedly stood up and wanted to salute, but Tianhao raised his hand and grabbed his shoulders and pressed it hard: "Don't be so polite, sit, sit down and say." ”

Haoping hesitated and sat down: "This ...... You are the leader, the head of the village, I ......"

"Nothing, you, me, me." Tianhao waved his hand generously, picked up a piece of bread from the plate that the maid had just set, and said while eating: "You are the head of a hundred people, and I am also the head of a hundred people, they are all brothers in the same tribe, and we do not distinguish between each other." ”

Although it was a scene, it gave Haoping a great sense of psychological satisfaction. Although the new leader of Panshizhai is young, he seems to be easier to deal with than Fu Song.

"Bring the wine!" With Tianhao's order, the entourage Changlin hurriedly brought a clay pottery jar. With a stone in his hand, he carefully knocked off the hard clod of earth at the edge of the mouth, and soon revealed the regular round opening.

A rich aroma of wine suddenly filled the air.

Kohei sniffed hard. He had drunk wine and was no stranger to the familiar smell. This is a precious thing, and only a little bit of it will be consumed during the harvest season. No matter which tribe of the northern barbarians is, it is a luxury that is recognized by all.

Wasting food is damned. A sip of wine, ten rations of food, especially when there is a shortage of food, a bite of food can save a life. Everyone knows that wine is good, and when you drink it in the cold season, it is very warm and comfortable. But even the richest of the stockades don't make wine on a large scale, which is equivalent to throwing a living person into a wine vat, and drinking it is full of human blood.

Watching Tianhao pick up the earthen jar and pour out a bowl full of brown-yellow liquid, Haoping's heart also became excited with the aroma of wine. To be honest, the position of the head of the hundred people only looks glamorous on the surface, but in fact, there are not many real benefits. Especially in Qinglongzhai, a large village with a population of more than 1,000, there are many hundred heads with the same identity as Haoping. In fact, the power he actually controls is really very small.

Haoping does not have the right to drink in Qinglongzhai, which is a privilege exclusive to the leader. Grain is expensive, and only a little can be brewed during the harvest season every year, and the jar for wine is not as big as the clay jar in front of you. Looking at the young leader of Panshizhai holding a full bowl of wine respectfully handed in front of him with both hands, an indescribable impulse seemed to run through Haoping's whole body in an instant, and the whole person trembled slightly in excitement and excitement, and he almost couldn't even hold the wine bowl.

This bowl of wine is worth at least one or two people!

He felt a deep sense of respect from the young leader.

Qinglong Village and Panshi Village both belong to the Lei Niu Department, although the distance between the two villages is not far, but there is little contact at ordinary times. In winter, the weather is cold, and if you stand in the snow for a long time and don't move, you will freeze into ice sculptures. No one is a fool, and taking the initiative to come to the door in this kind of weather actually has only one purpose, to ask for help.

Pride and contempt are often magnified at times like these. Although everyone is a poor ghost, the person who has an extra bite to eat in his hand instantly becomes a rich man, and can stand on a high place and taunt his fellow people who are about to starve to death. No one pays attention to the price of grain during the autumn harvest, and everyone will raise the price of grain very high. As long as the bottom line of the proportion of population and food that we all adhere to by each other, then everything can be discussed, and even the most humiliating conditions must be accepted.

"Ah Hao...... You...... It's a good one! Suddenly, Haoping's words became a little choked. He raised his left thumb at Tianhao, then held the wine bowl with both hands, took a sip with indescribable emotion, and felt the sweet fragrance and heat that quickly filled his mouth, he let out a long sigh, grabbed Tianhao's arm, and the two of them sat down next to each other.

Tianhao smiled and asked, "Steward Haoping, is there enough food in your village?" ”

Speaking a particular word at the right time can have an unexpected effect. Even if a person with a heavy defensive mentality will not refuse Tianhao with a smile on his face at this time, not to mention that he is still the head of a village. The other party did not ridicule in words, and coupled with the bowl of expensive wine, Haoping was completely relieved. He shook his head self-deprecatingly: "I won't hide it from you, there is not much food in Qinglong Village." ”

Tian Hao turned his head and glanced at Tian Mad who was standing behind him, who nodded knowingly and turned to go out, and when he came back later, Tian Mad was carrying a large deerskin bag on his shoulder, heavy. In front of Hirohei, he placed his pocket on the floor and untied the tether, which was full of large pieces of venison and dried fish.

Tianhao took a cloth bag from Changfeng's hand from the side, and the volume was about the size of two fists of an adult. When he handed it to Kohei, the latter found it full of coarse salt.

"This is my gift to the steward of Haoping, eat it first, and then come and get it if it is not enough." Tianhao spoke generously and powerfully: "Everyone is a member of the Thunder Niu tribe, what do you share with each other?" What's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine. ”