After a night of cultivation, the sky had already lit up, and the sun was shining on the body, warm.

Fang Qiong got up and looked at the sun, it was already about ten o'clock in the morning, there was a chaotic sound of talking outside, Fang Qiong couldn't help but get out of bed and wash his face, and then walked outside.

"Mage, are you awake?" The old man who was talking to someone saw Fang Qiong with sharp eyes and hurriedly greeted him.

The others or several people, dozens of people stood in a pile, all looking at Fang Qiong at this time.

The eyes of these people are either suspicious, joyful, grateful, or stunned.

Fang Qiong stood unconsciously, and asked the old man suspiciously, "Uncle, what is this?" ”

The old man smiled and said, "Master, these are all the families in the village, I called them all from the cellar, you have helped us a lot, except for the fox demon, you are the benefactor of our village, we must thank you well." ”

Fang Qiong then understood, looking at the suspicious people, Fang Qiong didn't care, he knew that he was too young, and it was normal to arouse the suspicion of others.

After thinking about it, some of the essence that Fang Qiong had gradually recovered from a night of penance in his body burst out, he walked to the stone mill plate on the west side of the courtyard, and slapped it with one palm, and the stone mill was directly slapped by him with a piece the size of his head.

Those crop men were all shocked when they saw this scene, and they all looked at Fang Qiong in shock and helplessness.

Seeing this, the corners of Fang Qiong's mouth hooked up a chuckle, and he said righteously: "If the monster harms people, then it should be damned, although the poor monk is young, he also understands the righteousness, so except for the harmful fox demon yesterday, you don't have to be like this, go back!" This is what a poor monk should do. ”

"Master, this is also what we should do, we have prepared a few cauldrons, and the cubs under the sows in the village have also grown up, let's celebrate together today, you can't refuse this." The old man quickly stepped forward and took Fang Qiong's hand and said.

Fang Qiong wanted to refuse, but after hearing the old man say that there were a few pigs ready to go into the pot, he couldn't help it.

Nima, it is precisely when you need meat to replenish your essence, and you can refuse other things, but this is not okay.

"Since you said so, uncle, it is not easy for the poor monk to refuse your kindness, and everyone has been frightened for a long time, right? After suffering so much, now that the fox demon has been exterminated by the poor monks, everyone should indeed celebrate! ”

"Yes, it's been a hard time for me for a while!"

"I haven't touched my daughter-in-law's hand in a long time."

"Who isn't? I hid in the cellar all day in fear, and I had hair on my body. ”

"Come on, come on, the big guy will take the handle, kill the pig, and put it in the pot."

"Okay!"

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As the pigs were slaughtered and filled into the cauldron, it didn't take long for the village to fill the village with the fragrance of meat, and the strong smell of meat attracted the children and women of the village.

At this time, several masters gathered around several stoves made of clay, holding a large spoon in one hand and adding ingredients to the pot in the other. A few half-sized children kept filling the stove with firewood.

The men in the village are carrying tables and chairs, all of which are the broken wooden tables and stools that they usually use, while the women are making noodles and choosing vegetables, and a few people are handling pots of slap-sized grass carp.

Soon, the tables and chairs were set up, the mixed noodles and dried pickles were sorted out, and the pieces of pork were neatly cut and stacked on the plate and served on the table.

Fang Qiong, the old man, and a few people in the village who could be the masters of the house sat on the round table in the old man's small courtyard. The others are all sitting outside the small courtyard with their families, laughing and scolding at the table, which is extremely lively.

Sitting at this banquet full of local flavor, Fang Qiong couldn't help but sigh, what kind of era is a privilege.

As the wine and food were served, Fang Qiong soon found that a total of five pigs had been killed, and hundreds of people in the village shared four pigs, while the table in the small courtyard was divided into one pig alone.

There are four big pigs shared outside the courtyard, two of which are old sows who can't give birth to cubs, and the pig in the small courtyard has just grown up, only about 200 catties.

You know, in the countryside of this era, this kind of pig is not grown up at all, it is a pity to kill it, as long as it is not a loser, it will not try to eat this kind of pig that has not grown up at all.

On the table, the pig's head, the pig's leg, etc., were placed, and a small table was placed next to the table, and most of the remaining pigs were placed on the small table for later use.

Obviously, these people had no intention of distributing this half of the pig to the people outside, for fear that they would not be able to finish eating.

Hundreds of people outside the courtyard sat together for about thirty tables, and the four big pigs could take care of it, and each table could serve so many plates of meat.

Because Fang Qiong lacked energy, he didn't pretend to force him to say that he would divide the remaining meat.

After a few casual polite words, Fang Qiong, the old man and the others began to eat. The old man's daughter-in-law and several women kept carrying a jar of wine from table to table.

Fang Qiong's table is the most, there are five jars of wine next to the table, Fang Qiong roughly estimates, at least fifteen catties.

After a large amount of essence was consumed, it should have been made up for once, and Fang Qiong was not polite, grabbing the pig's leg and holding it.

The old man and several village elders exclaimed in surprise, and then laughed, and the people in the entire courtyard were driven by Fang Qiong's arrogance, and the atmosphere was lively, eating meat and drinking a lot.

Fang Qiong digested the meat quickly while eating it, and barely spoke, and when others chatted with him, he nodded and followed with a greasy mouth. Someone handed out wine, and those who came did not refuse.

Unconsciously, an hour passed, and the people in and outside the yard, as long as they could drink, were all drunk, and there were even more people lying on the ground.

Fang Qiong comfortably deducted the bamboo silk from the chopsticks and picked his teeth, looked at the drunks and empty plates on the table, felt the gradually vigorous spirit in his body, and was extremely satisfied.

But immediately, Fang Qiong discovered the problem, that is, the people in the village who did not drink, as well as the women and children were far away from him, and several of the sturdy women quietly carried their husbands, while the others looked at him in horror.

Fang Qiong was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but touch his face with his hand, doubting in his heart.

Several drunks also found out that something was wrong at this time, and they also looked at Gu Yongheng with a look of fear, and most of them were sober.

The old man was drunk, and when he saw the people in the village like this, he was immediately angry

"What are you doing? What do you see? ”

A drunken man trembled and pointed at Fang Qiong, and said to the old man with some horror: "Village... Village Chief, this... This... This man is probably a monster, and he has eaten a whole pig himself... Is this something that people can do......? ”

The old man was drunk, where could he listen to it, and scolded angrily: "The mage is a master of subduing demons and eliminating demons, if you can't eat it, where will you get the strength to subdue demons and eliminate demons?" Yes? ”

Fang Qiong woke up in shock, knowing that he had frightened this group of rough men in the countryside, and hurriedly explained: "Demon subjugation and demon slaying especially consumes mana, it is normal for me to eat a little more when I come back from demon slaying and demon slaying, this is nothing, in ancient times, there were people who devoured calves alive." ”

But no matter how Fang Qiong explained, it was useless.

People trust their own eyes more, especially the superstitious and uneducated peasant families in the countryside.