Chapter Seventy-Nine: The Problem of the Bowl

Cheng Zhong raised his head, looked at Bulari and said:

"I don't want to go out to eat tonight.

If it's convenient, can you ask someone to bring the food?

Isn't there another prisoner on our side, let's eat together, okay?"

"Of course you can, I'll go and talk back to my grandparents and bring the rice. ”

As she spoke, she stood up and walked out.

"Sister, please wait a minute, I haven't finished my sentence yet.

I...... I'd like to have more wild vegetables and less meat, okay?"

Cheng Zhong hurriedly called out to Brulari and said.

To tell the truth, since entering the wolf domain, Cheng Zhong has been very tired of eating meat, and he misses the pasta in his hometown very much, even if it is coarse grains.

But obviously, there is no pasta at all.

He had no choice but to settle for the next best thing, even if it was good to eat more wild vegetables.

Bulali said yes and went downstairs.

Cheng Zhong also got up, put on his clothes and pants again, and went down to the second floor.

He opened the locked room, sat near Zhao Tianbao in the dark, and asked

"Hey, have your wounds been healed?"

"Thank you Shaoxia for your concern, I just got stitches and medicine, and now I feel very good. ”

Zhao Tianbao groped and sat up and replied.

"That's great, Mr. Zhao, what do you think of the medical level of the Wusun tribe?"

"The level is very high, I never expected that compared to our secret tribe, it would be at least a century advanced. ”

Zhao Tianbao said.

Cheng Zhong called him teacher again, and he felt that his face was a little hot

As the two were talking, the wooden building shook violently, and the footsteps of several people came from the stairs, mixed with the laughter of a woman's silver bell.

Cheng Zhong knew that it was the rice that had been delivered, so he hurriedly stood up and shouted loudly as he walked out:

"I'm here, don't go up to the third floor!"

The footsteps stopped.

Brulari led the way through the door, put the plate on the floor in the dark, and then lit the lanolin lamp.

Cheng Zhong noticed that there was an extra straw rope as thick as chopsticks in her hand.

"This is a 'rush' rope with a very low ignition point, so it is best used to start a fire. ”

Looking at Cheng Zhong's questioning expression, she opened her mouth to explain.

The two beauties in the back also followed into the door, both holding bamboo plates in their hands.

A few people entered the house, and the house suddenly seemed crowded.

Both beauties are not small.

I saw them bend down softly and put the plate on the ground.

They swept around the young Cheng Zhong with strange gazes, and unabashedly cast jealous eyes on Brulali, while Zhao Tianbao, who was sitting on the sheepskin, was directly ignored by them.

In the laughter of "giggles", the two beauties turned to leave, and Cheng Zhong and the three began to eat.

Because there was no desk in the room, I had to put the plate along the edge of the sheepskin.

After Cheng Zhong's special request, tonight's food is really extraordinary, full of all kinds of wild vegetables, colorful and beautiful.

One of the plates was steaming wild sweet potatoes, not much like those of the Overworld.

Cheng Zhong reached out and grabbed one, took a bite with the skin, it was sweet and sandy, and the taste was much better than that of potatoes.

"This wild sweet potato, I will have every meal in the future, please ask my sister to explain it to the kitchen, don't forget!"

Cheng Zhong greedily ate one, grabbed another one, and puffed out his cheeks and said to Brulali.

"Okay, okay, as long as you're satisfied, I'll tell my mother. ”

Looking at Cheng Zhong's gobbling up the food statue, she had a feeling of pain in her heart, but her eyes were bent into crescents, and she promised all the young man's requests.

In addition to wild vegetables, there is also a large clay pot with belly soup, which Cheng Zhong also likes.

However, if you want to drink the soup, you have to lie there, put your mouth on the edge of the clay pot, and hold the basin to get it in your mouth.

Because there was no bowl and could not be drunk separately, Cheng Zhong felt extremely uncomfortable.

Looking at his frowning and uncomfortable expression, Bulally quickly explained:

"Little brother, I'm really sorry, everything in my tribe is good, but there is a lack of pots and pots, and the things that are useful now have been passed down from many generations.

I heard that only the 'Land of Celestial Wolves' can produce this kind of thing, but it is difficult to transport it from the vast ocean.

You'll make do with it first, and tomorrow, I'll find a way to get you a special little pot. ”

"Don't you have any bowls here?"

Cheng Zhong couldn't help but ask.

"Bowl, bowl......"

Brulari repeated the Chinese word, again confused.

Cheng Zhong has understood that the Wusun people do not have the concept of "bowl" either.

"It's just a smaller pot, one per person during the meal, and you can separate the food and eat it in your hand. ”

Cheng Zhong patiently explained.

Looking at Brulali's somewhat embarrassed expression, he continued to laugh and say:

"Haha, sister doesn't have to worry about this!

It's not difficult, let's find a few pieces of wood with a little porcelain tomorrow, and watch me do it myself, and take out a few bowls. ”

"Can you make wood, it sounds so simple, why didn't anyone think of it?"

"Maybe the Wusun tribe mainly eats meat, and you can eat it when you grab it, so you don't feel very necessary. ”

"You're right, we eat meat with our hands and drink water with skins, and we have long been used to it, and no one thought of going to this layer. ”

"Don't worry, wait until I'll make a bowl or two, and then let the craftsmen do the same.

I'm sure soon, everyone in the tribe will have their own bowl. ”

Thinking that because of his arrival, he could improve the lives of a tribe or even a world of humans to some extent, and Cheng Zhong forgot the unhappiness caused by drinking soup, and his heart became happy.

While the two were talking, Zhao Tianbao, who had changed his wrists into wooden shackles, also moved his hands in unison, gulping down the vegetables, and eating happily.

Noticing the small and delicate wooden flail on Zhao Tianbao's wrist, Cheng Zhong once again admired the ingenuity of the Wusun people in his heart.

As he spoke, all the bamboo plates on the floor were empty, and not even a drop of soup in the clay pot was left.

This is the most comfortable meal that Cheng Zhong has eaten in more than 20 days.

Burulali stacked the bamboo plates together in one hand, and carefully held the clay pot in the other hand, and went downstairs.

Cheng Zhong burped with satisfaction, looked at Zhao Tianbao, who was speechless during the meal, and asked:

"Do your secret tribes have bowls?"

"Yes, yes, we still use a bowl to drink from time to time!"

"That'...... Where did your bowl come from?"

"Our bowls...... Most of them are animal skulls. ”

"Animal skulls? What animal skulls are suitable for bowls?"

"Well, how can I say that? at most...... The most are ...... It's a human skull. ”

Zhao Tianbao trembled, and replied with a little knotted tongue.

Hearing this, Cheng Zhong stood up suddenly, stared at Zhao Tianbao with a pair of eyes, and shouted:

"What do you say?

You guys...... How many people did you kill?

You scum who deserve a thousand cuts!"

Cheng Zhong felt the blood in his body rush to his brain in an instant.

I saw that his eyes were instantly bloodshot, his two fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes were spitting fire at Zhao Tianbao, as if looking at a devil with a blue face and fangs.

Under Cheng Zhong's murderous gaze, Zhao Tianbao was struck by lightning in an instant, and his whole body trembled.