Baking potatoes in the field seems simple, but it actually requires a certain amount of skill, and the potatoes cannot be roasted directly on the fire, otherwise they will be easily burned into charcoal, wasting good things.

First of all, it is important to choose a suitable barbecue spot.

A burly figure on a small dirt slope of a certain height, with a stick, dug a large hole, dug through from the vertical and horizontal directions.

Then choose a uniform size of earth or stones, and build them layer by layer along the hole above, like building blocks.

Finally, it takes the shape of a large stove.

It's hard to imagine that researching such a method of baking potatoes will be a man with five big and three thick, a fierce face.

Lynn always had a little unrealistic feeling as he watched the hounds with a few soldiers laying down their arms and setting up an earthen stove for baking potatoes there.

Is this really the former Imperial Guard Sandor Clegane of the Seven Kingdoms?

Looking at the plaster on this guy's face, if you peel off the heavy armor on his body, he really looks like a peasant in the country.

And this guy's new allegiance to the king is now under Lynn's knees at the moment, enjoying Lynn's touch.

Every time the hound saw Lynn treating the golden pig like a kitten, he turned his back.

It seems that he can't stand that someone treats his king like this, even if Lynn is the master of his king, it is difficult to accept.

A few sacks of potatoes were quickly thrown into a stone-built earthen kiln and sealed with stones.

The soldiers gathered all the dry grass and branches in the vicinity to use as firewood, and lit a large fire in a small earthen kiln that had been set up.

Lynn shouted and reminded: "Be careful to clean up all the hay and debris around before burning, otherwise it may cause a wild fire." ”

The soldier agreed, and then shoveled some dirt with a shovel and sealed the hole as well, covering it inside and out.

That's no problem, now just wait for the potatoes to enjoy the heat hug in the hole and let the deliciousness slowly sublimate.

"The villagers are all out?"

Han Niu pointed to a small dirt bag at the entrance of the village, "They are all squatting under the mound outside the village, my lord." ”

Lynn frowned, "Why don't you let them come." ”

"My lord, they dislike that their appearance is too dirty, and they are afraid of polluting the adult's food, so they are only willing to wait behind the dirt slope. ”

Where is this afraid of contaminating the food, this group of cautious farmers just came back from the field, and their bodies are dirty, probably afraid that the noble lord on top will look at it as an eyesore.

Lynn grieved for a moment.

and he did not pay attention to them.

When the potatoes are baked for a while, a special crispy aroma wafts out.

When Lynn saw the dirt slope, someone began to poke their heads out from time to time, as if they were looking around.

It seemed to be curious that the generous nobles were going to invite them to eat something that could have such a fragrant taste.

Han Niu took a potato that had just been dug up from the earthen kiln and handed it to Lynn.

Only the owner has the right to deserve the first bite of food.

Lynn looked at the hot, ripe potatoes wrapped in a few leaves in her hand, and gently peeled off the top layer.

Soon, the tongue came to the wildest delicacy in the field.

Of course, not everyone in the Gripen Legion eats potatoes, except for the sentry battalion, which is on guard outside, and every small camp has cooking smoke coming out.

The soldiers had a variety of rations, such as oat flour, dried fish, a small amount of ham and even some shallots.

As for dry bread, beef and mutton, and beer were also found in the carts, which were rarely enjoyed by soldiers on weekdays.

The figure behind the dirt slope began to become restless, which was the temptation of food.

No one is exempt.

Sandor Clegane, the hound, clutched the potatoes in his hand and devoured them.

It was this guy who was in a hurry to make a fire just now, look at the look of the anxious fire, the legend says that he is afraid of flames and has a psychological shadow on fire.

Lynn didn't see it.

In fact, it is just the fear in the heart, and once the fear is temporarily overshadowed by other things, such as the urgent anticipation of food, the mind will temporarily forget the fear.

Before Lynn could finish a roasted potato, Sandor Clegane, the hound, had already swallowed two and was about to attack his last baked potato of the evening.

The little boy who picked beans I saw at the entrance of the village before, his eyes were staring directly at Lynn's hand at the moment, the yellow mashed potatoes and meat, and the saliva was dripping on the neckline.

The soldiers of the Guards picked up all the ripe potatoes in the cellar and poured the remaining sacks into it again.

The flames continued to crackle and jump under the kang.

Lynn put the remaining half on the big stone beside him, clapped his hands, stood up and said, "I don't want to eat it, let the cavalry team of the fourth battalion of the expeditionary force bring me some dried fish, I can smell the smell of roasted dried fish in their camp." ”

"Also, go and bring me the little boy who was poking his head out behind the dirt slope and drooling. ”

When the little boy came to Lynn with a hesitant face, his face full of hesitation and stood up.

Lynn pointed to the remaining half of the big bluestone, "I've eaten it, would you like it?"

The boy swallowed hard, turned around and glanced at the dirt slope behind him, as if asking for advice, but the dirt slope didn't dare to pop out of the head.

The boy had no idea and could only obey the call of the stomach worm.

He nodded heavily.

Half of the potato was devoured, and there seemed to be a trace of blood on the boy's hungry face.

Lynn asked, "What do you usually eat?"

The boy grabbed the last bite of the mashed potatoes and said hesitantly, "Beans are mushy, gooseberries." ”

The bean paste is supposed to be the paste of those rotten beans boiled in boiling water, similar to bean porridge

Gooseberry is a wild vegetable.

The poor child had a sallow complexion, and even his hair was as dry as straw, which was a serious lack of nutrients.

Lynn asked again, "You don't hunt and fish, this place is not far from the Whiteblade River?"

The boy said, "Hunting and fishing, but you can only drink soup, and the meat is for the lord's family." ”

Lynn nodded.

The boy said something that the boy didn't understand, "Soon the land reform in the north will cover this place, and it won't be long before you will have your own arable land and your own grain, which is what the food in your hands looks like." ”

The little boy seems to understand whether he understands or not, but it belongs to his own food. This sentence still made his eyes shine.

At this time, the second batch of potatoes baked in the cellar was also cooked, and the aroma was still overflowing.

Lynn took out a slice of the dried fish meat from Han Niu and handed it to the boy, smiling and patting his little head.

"Go, call a few villagers and pick the potatoes from the cellar and bring them back, and if those who come can't hold the food, the reward will be halved. ”

Finally, when he waited for the moment he was looking forward to, the little boy spread his legs and hurried behind him.

This is the territory of Horwood City, and the villagers can't read the banner raised by Lynn's army.

Several of the guys who had been sent to fetch ripe potatoes looked extremely flustered, and when they saw Lynn, they saluted from afar, only waiting for Lynn to nod, or Lynn turned away from them completely, and then dared to put his dry and rough hands into the hot cellar to fish for potatoes.

Their calloused hands seem to be immune to scalding.

Instead of wrapping it in leaves or placing it in front of you, you just quickly pick up a cooked potato in the cellar with one hand and quickly put it into the pocket around your jacket with the other hand.

When the villagers were about to return to the hillside with hot potatoes in their arms, they would kowtow to Lynn, who was leaning on his back and seemed to be enjoying the scenery on the distant mountains, before slowly leaving.

The camp of the army was in the woods a few hundred meters away.

The open space at the entrance of the village is just a place for burying pots and making rice.

Lynn saw that the banquet was a success, and the soldiers had eaten and drunk enough, so she had no intention of staying.

When Lynn took his first bite of mashed potatoes, the Gripenmon flew into the mountains to catch his own food.

Lynn took one last look, and at the gate of the village dappled with sunset, he turned to the guards and ordered: "Leave a sack of potatoes, inform the army to stop camp immediately, and leave the camp early tomorrow morning." ”

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