At the same time, Yang Chuan also took away more than thirty Lele cars from the Qiang Aries tribe.

The Lele car is also called the 'high car', the car is small and the wheel is high, and it is called the 'boat of the steppe' by the herdsmen, which is not only the most important means of transportation for the nomadic tribes of the steppe, but also their warehouse.

Every time they migrate to a new pasture, the herdsmen often only set up some simple tents, and the main property such as gold and silver utensils, grain, and salt are basically stored in the Lele cart, which can be used at any time, which is not only moisture-proof and rain-proof, but also convenient for migration at any time.

Of course, this time it was convenient for Yang Chuan.

He gathered up all the valuable knives, bows and arrows, iron, and ox tendons, and carried them all to the Lele chariots, each of which put two oxen on it, and strung all the horns with wool ropes, and it was a very magnificent Lele caravan.

In addition, the two big copper tripods of Danmu Jitou were naturally moved to the Lele car by him and packed and taken away.

Bronze was worth the next most money, mainly because he wanted to get a decent wok......

……

After moving all the cattle, sheep, and lele carts to a pasture near the canyon, Yang Chuan generously set up camp and regarded him as returning to his own pasture.

This is a temporary pasture for the Danmuji family, near the entrance of the canyon, Haizi, not only the water and grass are abundant, but also the cattle pen, sheep pen and horse stables are ready-made.

Now, the Qiang Aries tribe is finished, and these cattle, sheep, and pastures have naturally become ownerless.

The most important point is that this grassland is relatively remote, and it is only separated from his 'shelter' by a sea, so he can find a way to get out of it in case of an emergency.

Therefore, after settling the cattle and sheep, Yang Chuan ate some cold mutton indiscriminately, lit a few bonfires around him, and began to cut wood and make rafts.

His lack of strength and the rudimentary tools at hand made the task difficult for him.

Fortunately, there are many birch trees nearby, and the wood is fluffy, which is a good thing for making rafts.

After tossing for more than two hours, the sky was getting brighter, the east was white, and it was almost dawn when Yang Chuan's raft was finally tied.

Just as he was harnessing the two cows and planning to drag the raft into the water, Zhang Qian and his party came.

They not only brought back their own camel caravan, but also took the sheep by the hand, and drove more than 300 horses, 300 cattle and nearly 1,000 sheep of the Qiang people, which can be regarded as a small fortune.

As soon as they met, Yang Chuan was taken aback.

These people are covered in blood, and their heads and faces are covered with black and red blood, just like a group of killers who have come back from hell, especially Zhang Qian and Tangyi's father, who are like two bloody people.

No need to ask, the Qiang Aries tribe is completely finished.

"Little cook, get some mutton without poison."

As soon as the group got off the horse, one by one they collapsed to the ground, Zhang Qian walked to the sea and washed his face, and said with a tired face: "I scolded you the night before yesterday, and a certain family made amends to you." ”

As he spoke, the tall, thin man bowed deeply.

Yang Chuan hurriedly returned the salute: "The effort of raising your hands is not enough to worry about." ”

"A gesture?" Zhang Qian smiled, "Raise your hands and feet, poison three hundred and seventy-five Huns and Qiang people, and create chaos, completely destroying a Qiang tribe?" ”

Yang Chuan sneered and didn't speak.

In any case, he still doesn't feel good about such a thing as killing people, especially using poison to kill people, which may be a little uncomfortable in the eyes of others, right?

Sure enough, Zhang Qian continued: "When you return to Dahan, you can reason with your fists and swords, you can't use poison, otherwise...... The legacy is endless. ”

Glancing at the thin Yang Chuan, Zhang Qian sighed, stretched out his hand and rubbed the top of his unkempt head: "Let's get you something to eat first, the Hun cavalry may be coming soon...... By the way, what's your name? ”

Exterminated a Qiang tribe, once the news leaked, the consequences were unimaginable.

Yang Chuan said: "Longxi people, Yang Chuan." ”

As he spoke, he walked to the sheepfold, intending to pick out a few fat sheep and make a whole roast meal for everyone.

"Come over and help slaughter the sheep."

Zhang Qian greeted, and Tangyi's father and a few merchants followed quickly, without Yang Chuan's hands at all, they slaughtered five fat sheep cleanly, and very skillfully went to the sea to peel and wash.

Yang Chuan turned back and said to Zhang Qian a little shyly: "Uncle, can you help clean the copper tripod, I have little strength and can't move it." ”

Zhang Qian smiled: "The gentleman is not close to the cook, you kid called, but the dignified envoy of the Han Dynasty and the rank of the Zhonglang general of a thousand stones, haha." ”

Having said that, he was not idle under his hands, he casually picked up two big copper tripods, came to Haizi to clean them, and Yang Chuan was speechless: "This Bo Wanghou has so much strength!" ’

A big copper tripod, full of seventy or eighty pounds, is like a toy in Zhang Qian's hands!

Looking at his thin image, Yang Chuan shook his head and smiled bitterly, he was really too weak......

"A few uncles, after the mutton is peeled and washed, soak it in clean water first, and then deal with it after I build the stove."

After Yang Chuan settled down for a few words, he began to build a stove on the nearby beach.

For the stove of roasting whole sheep, it is best to build a 'naan pit' with bricks, and then fill and wipe it with yellow mud inside and out, but the current conditions are limited, so it can only be built with stones, and then fill the gaps with mud.

This is a technical job, but for a big foodie like Yang Chuan, it is just a gesture of piling up stones, mud, and wiping seams, all in one go.

In less than a cup of tea, the first 'naan pit' was built.

He took a large pile of pine wood, threw it into the naan pit, lit it, let the fire burn, and began to pile up the second and third......

After the five naan pits were lit with fire, Yang Chuan began to process the mutton.

He first cut some gaps in the mutton with a knife, smeared salt, pepper and other condiments, and then plucked some wild garlic, wild leeks, shallots and coriander, mashed them into a mud in a clay pot, and smeared them on the mutton.

After that, it is smeared with salt again, which is considered a simple marinade......

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Half an hour later, the mud and stones of the five naan pits were burned red, and Yang Chuan took out a can of boiled mutton fat and spread it evenly on the mutton, and then carefully hung it into the naan pit.

"Block the stove door below."

"Seal all the crevices with mud."

"The mud should be thicker so that the heat doesn't escape too quickly......"

Under his command, the cousin's father, the rest merchant, and the thirteen rest slave girls walked like a flew, carrying water, and mud and mud, and were as happy as a group of gluttonous children.

After fighting for one night, everyone was hungry and tired, seeing Yang Chuan's method of barbecue mutton and smelling the strange fragrance in the air, everyone's mood was inexplicably excited.

Yang Chuan, a pale and thin young man from the Han family, is also inexplicably tall and handsome.

Only Zhang Qian, the envoy of the Han Dynasty, sat upright on a Lele car not far away, as if a 'gentleman is not close to the kitchen', and he was closing his eyes to recuperate.

"Young man, you're so amazing."

After sealing the five naan pits in the mud, the slave girl who looked the youngest to rest in peace, washed her hands and face in the sea, walked quickly to Yang Chuan, hugged his head, and said with a smile: "Yang Chuan, when you grow up, will we give you a monkey?" ”

Yang Chuan held his breath.

It's too big and too soft.

Moreover, there was a strange, musk-like smell mixed with it, which made him almost out of breath.

He pulled out his head and face with some difficulty, and said with a restrained smile: "Aunt Thirteen, I am only twelve years old......"