At about eleven o'clock in the evening, Mangshan Village was still very lively under the light of many torches and bonfires.

If the time were changed to those good days before the catastrophe.

At this point in time, because of the barren entertainment methods at night, the indigenous villagers of Mangshan Village had already fallen asleep in bed.

Of course, some young people who have just been married for a long time are estimated to have not completely fallen asleep at this time.

But in the current period of demonic calamity, even if they have arranged a large number of night watchmen, the others will be eager to open one eye when they sleep.

No one knows when, those demons and monsters will suddenly launch a sneak attack on the village.

If you react a little slower, maybe the village wall will be breached, and then the whole village will either become food for the monsters, or become the object of the demon's possession.

In just two months, two of the dozen or so villages in the vicinity have been wiped out by such a catastrophe because of carelessness.

If they become the kind of demons who are not human and ghosts, the natives would rather die on the spot.

Therefore, in order to survive, the living habits of the natives have gradually been reversed day and night, and at this point, it is the right time for them to be in good spirits.

What's more, at this time, Zhang Dixian deliberately held a dinner, and this kind of extremely strange and fresh thing for them began.

Except for those who were seriously wounded in the battle, as well as the necessary guards, everyone else participated in this dinner with strong expectations.

It's a pity that they never know what awaits them......

"Don't be polite, let alone inhibited! Although the taste of these foods is a little worse, they will definitely fill your stomach. ”

Zhang Wei held a black bread larger than a brick in his hand, and greeted everyone enthusiastically.

Just from the layout of the dinner scene, it can be seen that this product has a very high status in Mangshan Village, and he is like the stars holding the moon, sitting in the middle of the position.

The long dining table covered with snow-white dining cloths, the tall champagne tower, and the dazzling sumptuous food ~ none of the above things.

Some of them were just natives, sitting in a large circle in front of a few more bonfires on the spot to keep warm.

It hadn't snowed yet, but the temperature had dropped rapidly, and without a warm fire, no amount of clothing was enough.

In the middle of the circle, there are several large bamboo baskets, and the bamboo baskets are full of this kind of black and black bread.

Of course, the so-called dinner party is only black bread, and that is not the case, so there are four large marching iron pots in the circle, which contain broth and wine,

Two of the iron pots are mixed with wine in a ratio of one to two.

That is to say, twenty catties of edible alcohol are mixed with forty catties of spring water, and then they are stirred up by this thing with a big spoon, and it is considered to be finished.

As for the remaining two pots of broth, there is not a hint of adulterated broth.

There are quite a lot of pieces of meat in it, and some unknown wild vegetables from the villagers' stockpiles, as well as wild onions and garlic, are also put in.

It's a pity that the stewed meat in the pot is a horse meat sausage that Zhang Wei exchanged for black bread.

According to the instructions in the system, these are basically battlefield products processed from horse meat killed in battle, so in addition to the price, there should be no too high requirements for the taste.

After greeting the indigenous villagers, Zhang Wei took the lead in biting down on the large bricks in his hand.

I almost didn't knock out a few of the poor boy's front teeth on the spot.

Not only does this thing look like a brick, but it is also as hard as a brick, and in addition to the enhancement of physical fitness, Zhang Wei's teeth and gums do not seem to have been strengthened in the same period.

"Resist, can't be cowardly!" the young man admonished himself in his heart.

He knew that if he disliked these things in public, he was afraid that in the future, he would not be able to fool the natives into taking this thing as a staple food.

This is an energy point related to a large number of numbers, so Zhang Wei has to bear whatever he says.

So Zhang Wei laboriously chewed the bread in his mouth, feeling the strange taste of sour and salty, until he moistened it enough with saliva, and then dared to swallow it in his stomach.

But even so, Zhang Wei was choked by the unknown particles in the black bread, and his throat and eyes were extremely uncomfortable.

It took a lot of effort from his old nose to swallow his mouth full of bread, and at the same time insisted on not letting himself vomit on the spot.

At this time, Zhang Wei remembered the description of this thing in the system, saying that a large number of sawdust was added to it, which could make this thing more hungry.

"What a sin!" Thinking of this, Zhang Wei had a deeper understanding of the fierceness of the Maozi back then.

Because it was by relying on this thing that they actually fed tens of millions of soldiers and civilians, and by the way, they also won the final victory of the war......

Quietly put down the black bread in his hand, Zhang Wei decided to kill himself and never take a bite again.

Instead, he picked up the large clay bowl in front of him, so since this kind of black bread can't be eaten, it should be okay to drink some wild vegetable broth to moisten his throat!

In the oily soup, the wild vegetables are emerald green, and the horse meat sausage is cut into slices and the color is gorgeous, which looks quite appetizing.

With this beautiful illusion, Zhang Wei took a big sip into his mouth without knowing whether he was alive or dead, and at that time, the poor young man's eyes bulged like a bullfrog.

The indescribable fishy smell almost made him squirt out the soup in his mouth on the spot.

"What's the matter, Lord Zhang Dixian?" Seeing this, the village chief beside him, Ji Xiong, asked Zhang Wei with concern.

Then he nibbled on the black bread in his hand, 'clicking, clicking,' and his cheeks bulged out because he chewed too hard.

Other than that, he didn't show any dislike for the taste.

And in such a short period of time, the black bread in his hand, which was one size bigger than a brick, was basically gnawed.

The bear's other free hand was already reaching for the bamboo basket containing the black bread.

It was completely in the same mood as drinking Chinese medicine, Zhang Weicai insisted on swallowing the soup in his mouth.

Even so, the product still forcibly squeezed out a smile, and replied stubbornly: "It's okay! ”

At the same time, he was a little suspicious of his own sense of taste.

Because the whole natives who participated in the dinner party were quite happy to nibble on a black bread, and even those little pot friends were smiling and competing with the black bread.

No one has shown any dislike for these things.

With this great doubt, Zhang Wei took a big bite of bread into his mouth again, and then he immediately felt a feeling that even his intestines were blue.

It's the same familiar taste, and it's the same unpalatable.

Finally, after swallowing this mouthful of bread, Zhang Wei handed the rest of the bread to Ji Xiong, and said, "I'm not hungry at all now, why don't you eat the rest of the bread?"

Since his mouth was stuffed with food, he didn't answer at all.

However, the act of taking the bread with one hand expressed the degree of happiness in his heart, and even Zhang Wei could see in his eyes the satisfaction that could not be faked at all.

At this moment, Zhang Wei felt an inexplicable panic.

He didn't know how many energy points he had to spend on this big walking rice bucket, plus more than two hundred small rice buckets, to fill his belly at the end of the day.