The reason why I chose barbecue is also because this cooking method is the most convenient, pure meat into skewers, at most with some vegetarian skewers, you only need to bake it to eat, the requirements for kitchen utensils are high and high, and low is really low.

It will not be a problem for these villagers to cope with the food shortage all year round.

However, even if it is just a barbecue, it needs to do a lot of preliminary preparations, which is why Cheng Lin chose to feast the whole village in the evening.

Although the rest of the villagers except Lai did not show any kindness to him, Cheng Lin did not hate them because of this.

Thinking about it, this is actually very understandable.

Everyone is short of food, so naturally there is no reason to raise a stranger.

This is something that few people can do in the "highly civilized" 21st century, let alone in this era?

……

After making this decision, Cheng Lin immediately began to assign work.

"I need enough wood, part of it for roasting food, dry firewood, and part of it just for cutting down trees from the woods, and then I can use them, and I'm going to use them to make bamboo sticks, and of course, if you can find bamboo, that's even better."

Standing in the courtyard, Cheng Lin said to the village chief and two other villagers.

Although they were puzzled as to why they needed "bamboo skewers" for barbecue, they didn't ask much, just nodded, and after thanking them in their own way, they dispersed to tell the other villagers the good news:

The "freak" that Lai picked up yesterday brought back a lot of prey overnight, and was ready to roast it for the whole village to eat at night!

The news swept through the small mountain village like a hurricane in a very short time, and then caused an uproar.

Although there was inevitably some discussion, almost all the "dragon servants" were jubilant.

For them, this is already a very rare joy.

"Then I...... What about me? ”

When the village chief left, Rai asked nervously, clutching the blood-stained rope woven from vines.

"You?" Cheng Lin glanced at him, thought for a while, and said, "Then you can peel the skin...... The furs of these beasts are not eaten, so they have to be stripped of them, well...... If you can't finish it, you can go to the rest of the villagers to help you do it...... You should be more experienced in this kind of thing. ”

"Yes!" Lai puffed up his chest when he heard this, greeted with bright eyes, and said "sweet potato", and went to find someone.

Only Cheng Lin was left standing in the snowy courtyard with a smile on his face, and it was only at this time that his hand behind his back trembled uncontrollably.

It's not hard to hunt down these beasts.

Turning on the perception ability, searching, and then slashing with the spirit sword, and then dragging the corpse into the "spirit world" to carry it, this process is not a challenge for him, the only difficulty is how to find them.

But considering that it was too shocking to take out the prey from the spirit realm in public, after returning to the edge of the forest, he took out the corpses, stacked them, tied them with vines, and then pulled them back by force.

Although his physical fitness is very good, it is still very difficult for him to pull such a heavy "mountain of meat".

Cheng Lin also deliberately drank a bottle of "physical energy medicine" for this reason, which was successful.

But now, after the power of the medicine has passed, I still feel that my arm is sore, numb and swollen and painful.

……

……

The next day, the whole village was busy.

Almost all the villagers, men, women and children, were mobilized.

The original hunting party went to the forest to cut down trees under the leadership of Uncle Sang, and the rest of the villagers followed Lai to peel the skins.

For these villagers are very skilled, there is no need for Cheng Lin to worry about it, he just stands at the gate of the yard, teasing the "sweet potato", and everything is done.

By noon, the hunting party had brought back enough dry firewood with ropes.

To Cheng Lin's surprise, they actually cut a lot of bamboo and came back.

This makes the production of "bamboo sticks" a lot easier.

Cheng Lin ordered the villagers to place the bamboos side by side at the entrance of the village, and then he walked over and took down the spirit sword behind his back.

When he returned in the morning, he had the spirit sword on his back, but the villagers didn't ask anything about the sudden appearance of the weapon, probably because they didn't dare, or out of respect for "Ezreal, the explorer on another continent", they didn't ask.

In short, this made Cheng Lin save the tongue of explanation.

"Rub rub!!"

With the spirit sword in hand, Cheng Lin easily cut off the bamboo, and immediately cut out a bamboo stick.

"What I need is this kind of bamboo skewers of length and size, the more the better."

After the demonstration, the village chief immediately led the young men to pull out the hunting knives and get busy, and after a short time, they saved a lot of bamboo sticks.

Immediately, Cheng Lin returned to the yard and also demonstrated how to cut the prey into suitable "meat pieces", and appropriately mentioned the demand for wild vegetables.

With so much meat, it is no longer a problem for the people in the village to survive the winter, so it is better to take out some wild vegetables from each family and make some vegetarian skewers, otherwise he will always feel that it is too monotonous.

This need was also quickly met.

In the afternoon, seeing that the whole village was busy in the dilapidated courtyard of the Lai family, Cheng Lin finally got up and went to prepare the most critical thing, that is, the sauce.

There's no way for anyone else to do it for you.

Cheng Lin entered the forest again on the pretext of looking for materials to make condiments, and then opened the "Spirit Realm", moved all the spices he had stored in it, and poured them into the clay jar brought from Lai's house.

"Luckily, I bought enough in the supermarket, otherwise it wouldn't be enough......"

Looking at the mixtures of "chili", "cumin", "sesame oil", and "white vinegar" in the jar, Cheng Lin couldn't help but sigh.

After that, he took the spiritual energy water from the water tank in the spirit world and mixed it into the tank, which made a vat of "sauce".

"Although the concentration is a little worse, it can be used improvised, and it just needs to have a taste."

Moving the clay jar out of the spirit world, Cheng Lin thought with relief.

After walking in the forest for a while, Cheng Lin returned to the village.

……

It's evening again.

The weather seems to be nice today, too, with clear skies and a bright moon hanging over the night sky.

The skillful female "dragon servants" had already put the meat pieces on bamboo skewers according to Professor Cheng Lin's method and stacked them neatly.

And set up the tables and chairs, and waited for the fire to open.

Cheng Lin examined the materials, nodded, and with a flick of his fingers, he shot a "low-temperature fireball" to ignite the firewood under the simple "grill" built of stones.

This caused an exclamation from the onlookers.

"Magic?"

"He's going to use magic too!" Some of the women whispered in low voices.

There was even a dragon servant in the hunting team who swore an oath:

"What do I say, when I first saw him lying in the snow, I knew he was not easy! What do you think? Fulfilled, right? ”

Cheng Lin turned a deaf ear to the villagers' discussions, and just manipulated the aura and controlled the temperature of the fire.

There was no coal here, and the heat production of wood was uneven, so instead of using ordinary flames, he chose to use aura to ignite the fire, assisted by firewood, and control the temperature.

He then beckoned to the villagers who were waiting to put the skewers side by side on the long grill and flip them over as they went.

Use a small bowl to serve the sauce yourself.

The rest of the villagers who couldn't intervene sat on the side and muttered:

"What are you talking about so trouble...... Chopping bamboo, cutting meat, and wasting so much energy, don't you still use it for roasting...... This directly allows us to bake the same, and it saves effort. ”

"This may be the way of eating in other kingdoms, haven't you heard Lay, this ...... Yi ......"

"Ezreal."

"Yes, Ezreal is an explorer from another continent, and this is probably the way people eat it."

"It's fresh...... But what's the use...... I haven't eaten all day, and now I'm hungry......" said one villager with a bitter face.

"Shut up, it's good for people to invite you to eat, you still pick this and that? And...... It's like someone hasn't eaten for a day......"

In the small courtyard, a group of villagers talked in low voices.

It's just that, at some point, they stopped talking, but invariably raised their heads and twitched their noses.

"What does it smell like?"

"What a strange smell."

Turning his head, he saw that Mr. Ezreal was holding a large bowl in one hand and a small brush in the other, constantly smearing the cloudy liquid from the bowl on the skewers.

Gradually, a strange fragrance came out.

Diffuse.

And as the oil on the skewers secreted and dripped onto the fire, the strange aroma became more and more intense.

All the villagers stopped talking and swallowed their saliva in their eyes.

In contrast, the villagers in charge of the skewers inexplicably felt a sense of pride.

"Cooked, right?"

"Okay, okay?"

"I think it's okay to eat, it's all oily......"

I don't know how long it took, but finally, Cheng Lin waved his hand and asked them to pick up the first batch of skewers, put them on plates, and distribute them to various tables.

The villagers, whose eyes were already green, almost rushed up, regardless of the fact that the meat was still hot, they each picked up a bamboo stick, put it to their mouths without knowing it, bit off a piece, and swallowed it in their stomachs.

Immediately, in the night sky, beside the bonfire, in the small courtyard, those villagers stared at each other in unison, revealing unbelievable expressions.

Although the sauce is already very thin, it is there after all, especially the amount of chili peppers is very large.

In this cold winter night, the hot pieces of meat mixed with the sweetness and sourness of vinegar, the spicy spice of chili peppers, and a little bit of cumin, mixed together, instantly conquered this group of low-level dragon servants.

No one spoke.

No one was amazed.

They just swallowed hard, quickly ate one, tossed the bamboo stick aside, and quickly went to eat the second bunch...... The third string ......

The first batch of thousands of skewers was wiped out almost in the blink of an eye, and the second batch of skewers was not yet good.

The villagers seemed to be hungrier than before.

"This ...... It's just delicious. ”

"I've never tasted anything like this, ......"

"It's the same food I ate with Sang in Udon back then...... No, it's more delicious! ”

"Mr. Ezreal's craftsmanship is so good, I heard that Lay ate the porridge that Mr. Explorer made for him last night? I seem to taste ......"

At this moment, almost all the villagers changed their minds, none of them complained about the tedious work before, compared to the trouble of cutting bamboo and threading strings, it was really worth it to get this wonderful taste!

The village chief, who was sitting in the center of the table closest to the door of the house, slowly put down a bamboo stick, then squinted his eyes and sighed, and turned his head to look at Rai who was sitting next to him.

At this moment, Lai was listening to the villagers' discussions with his ears pricked up, his face was full of pride, and he seemed to be more happy than eating delicious food.

"As I said before, Mr. Izawa's craftsmanship is very good, and Uncle Ke still doesn't believe it......"

Facing the village chief's gaze, Lai hooked the corners of his mouth and muttered.

"Okay, we misunderstood you before, but now we know that what you said is right."

The village chief patted Lai's shoulder with a smile on his face, sighing.

Immediately, he seemed to think of something, and suddenly said: "By the way, I said that I always feel that something is missing, Sang took two people to my house to bring the sour fruit wine in the cellar!" ”

"How much?"

"All moved! Distribute it to everyone, and brew it again next year! ”

"Okay!"

This time, Sang did not shirk again, and immediately took the two young men away, and after a while, the villagers had more drinks on the table.

"Mr. Ezreal, try our village's own bar."

Cheng Lin, who was busy beside the grill, suddenly heard Lai's voice behind him.

He turned his head to look, smiled, and took a sip without refusing.

Well, the taste is not good, but he still drank it all seriously, and then returned the empty cup to Lai, looking at the young man's happy appearance, he couldn't help but feel quite happy.

Turning around, he called two clever villagers to share the work of applying the seasoning, and Cheng Lin only needed to control the temperature of the flame from time to time.

Slowly, the sky became darker and darker, and the rest of the village was completely dark, except for the edge of the village, in the small courtyard of the Lai family, which was brightly lit and lively.

Batches of skewers kept being brought to the table, and by the end of the day, there was almost not enough seasoning in a jar.

The villagers began to eat skewers and drink at the same time, sitting around and chatting about various topics.

made Cheng Lin seem to return to reality in a trance.

After a while, everyone had eaten and the skewers were exhausted, so the grill was dismantled, wood was added, and a bonfire was used, while a group of people continued to talk by the light of the fire.

Cheng Lin silently pulled a bench to sit down, and then looked up at the starry sky.

Suddenly, he felt something more on his feet.

When I looked down, it was a "sweet potato".

It was lying on Cheng Lin's shoes with a round belly, looking lazy, and it didn't even bother to scream.

Raising his head, Cheng Lin saw that the young man Lai also moved a bench and sat beside him.

"Mr. Ezreal, can you tell me about your continent, the kingdom?"

Rai asked.

"This ......" Cheng Lin immediately didn't know how to answer.

"You promised me last night." Rai added.

Did I say that...... How come I don't remember...... Cheng Lin thought in his heart.

At this time, the village chief also came over and said curiously:

"Mr. Ezreal, I don't know if it's convenient, I'm also very curious about where you live, can I talk about it?"

Can I say it's inconvenient......

Cheng Lin grinned, but seeing that this old and young man looked longing, he thought about it and said:

"Actually, we are not much different from here, except that there is no difference between dragons and dragon servants, they are all the same life as me, called 'people', some people have great power and have their own territory, well, it is similar to the dragon lord you said, and there are many people in the territory who do not have strong power to farm, hunt, and then pay taxes......"

Cheng Lin simply took the ancient Zhou Dynasty of the Xia Kingdom as the general background, and adapted it appropriately with reference to the Middle Ages in the West.

"Is it like this? I've seen before that you know how to use magic, so do you have your own territory? The village chief couldn't help but ask.

"I'm not magic...... Be...... Well, spells, yes, in our place, this is called spells, and it needs to be practiced slowly by those who have spiritual roots......"

Cheng Lin smacked his lips and made up.

Then, the old and the young began to get to the bottom of it again.

Cheng Lin reluctantly replied a few words, thought about it, and simply said:

"Well, you don't understand what I said, so I'll tell you a story about what happened to us."

"Yes, yes, I love stories!" Lai Meng nodded.

Even sweet potatoes pricked up their ears.

At this time, the rest of the villagers who had finished eating also moved benches and gathered around, forming a semicircle in front of Cheng Lin.

It made him feel like a storyteller.

With a clear cough, Cheng Lin went through the abdominal draft, and then slowly spoke in the curious eyes of the whole village:

"The protagonist of this story is a poor boy from a remote mountain village, his name is Han Li......"

……

So, in the era of dragon rule.

A remote mountain village beneath the Dragonlord Grad's domain.

A group of rustic villagers who had never left the Dragon Lord's domain gathered together and heard a story about mortal immortal cultivation......