The next evening, a heavy snowfall arrived as scheduled.

First, there was a rush of snow slag, mixed with some cold raindrops, and soon, the snow slag and raindrops turned into big snowflakes, falling one after another, and in the blink of an eye, a thick layer fell.

"It's good that it's not a blizzard."

After choosing a leeward col, the cousin's father gathered the bison together, set up a simple hut, and spread a few sheepskins in it to let the golden eagle spend the night in it.

As a result, the six golden eagles huddled motionless on the wheels, staring directly at the thick curtain of the door, apparently trying to get into the tent and sleep.

Yang Chuan walked out of the tent and let several sand sculptures go in to warm up first, but he jumped out of the car and began to build a stove to prepare for cooking.

"Childe, we still have cooked mutton and clear water ......"

Shouldn't the shepherds sleep in warm tents in this weather, when the sky was gloomy, the earth was bleak, and the mountains were covered with thick snow.

"Uncle Tangyi, you have to eat when it's time to eat, you can't make everyone hungry just because it's snowing," Yang Chuan quickly set up the stove, "Go cut some firewood, let's eat stewed mutton tonight." ”

Life requires a sense of ritual.

Yang Chuan believes that this person must be kind to himself, and then he will be kind to others.

Those ruthless people who can kill themselves and their relatives are rarely benevolent, such as the Yi Ya who chopped his son into meat sauce and offered it to his master to satisfy his hunger, he is a typical brute.

That kind of person is not worthy of being a 'cook' at all.

Sister Leopard also walked out of the tent, stood on the wheel, stared into the distance for a while like a philosopher, jumped down gently, and quietly walked into the vast night.

It should feel something.

Yang Chuan also ignored it, with its agility and experience, there should be no danger, otherwise, that thing would run faster than anyone else......

"To stew mutton, it is important to soak it in water first."

"However, there is another secret, that is, the cutting must be light, and it must be done without letting go."

"Wild onions, ginger, peppercorns, bay leaves, angelica can be put less, and other seasonings are best not used, especially large ingredients...... By the way, it is the star anise that the Han people often use when cooking pork, and it must not be put in. ”

"In addition, this layer of blood foam and grease on it must be skimmed clean......"

Yang Chuan sat leisurely on the side, demonstrated the whole process of stewed mutton by himself, and then taught the secrets to his cousin father in as much detail as possible, and was in a good mood.

The days to come are still long, so you can't let him, the 'handsome boy', pause in the kitchen, right?

Tangyi's father is a good person, although he is of Hun blood, but after this period of getting along, Yang Chuan found that he was wooden and taciturn on the surface, but in fact he was a man with a clever mind and a great deal of affection.

"Uncle Tangyi, what other relatives do you have?" Yang Chuan asked suddenly.

"I have a daughter, if she is still alive, she would be eight years old."

Tangyi's father was silent for a few breaths, and said indifferently: "Her mother died, and I fostered her in Sarena's house, living with her children, so that she could have a care." ”

Tangyi's father said it very plainly, just like talking about other people's children, without many mood swings.

Yang Chuan clearly saw that the eyes of this tall Hun were moist, and under the reflection of the stove fire, a layer of faint tears was very obvious.

"This time I went to Mobei, I will find your daughter first, and then I will find Zhang Qian's wife and children," Yang Chuan picked up a piece of mutton, tore off a small piece and chewed it in his mouth, "When I return to Chang'an City, I promise to let her live a rich life without a little crime." ”

Tangyi's father shook his head: "The Han people don't like the Huns, she will become a slave." ”

Yang Chuan sneered, threw the mutton pieces into the big iron pot, and said, "Don't worry, I have a way to let her live a good life, if anyone who is not long-sighted dares to bully her, I will kill him with a household registration book." ”

Tangyi's father didn't understand what 'one household register' meant, but he accepted the kindness expressed by Yang Chuan: "Thank you, son." ”

"Okay, the mutton is ripe, it's time to put salt in it," Yang Chuan stood up, took out a jar of salt from his bag, grabbed a large handful and threw it into the mutton soup.

He clapped his hands and smiled: "Good cook, a handful of salt, uncle Tangyi, when the mutton is stewed in a while, sprinkle some wild onions and coriander into it......"

At this moment, Sister Leopard returned.

Its head and face were stained with blood, and it seemed to have wounds on its body, and it limped as it walked, and its face was very serious.

"Wolves, or hyenas?"

Yang Chuan frowned slightly, took Sister Leopard by his side, and helped it check the scars, and sure enough, he found that there were scars on his front chest and hind legs, which looked quite serious.

Sister Leopard turned her head to stare at a mountain forest in the distance, and snorted a few times.

"It's the hyenas," Father Tang Yi glanced over a few times, his face a little ugly, "we might be in trouble." ”

Wolves and hyenas are the most difficult to deal with on the grasslands, often in groups, and even tigers, brown bears, leopards, and even golden eagles can be a headache when they encounter them.

As if sensing danger, the bison herd began to stir.

Tangyi's father turned his head to look at Yang Chuan: "Childe, why don't you light a few fires to disturb it first, and wait until dawn?" ”

Yang Chuan smiled indifferently: "Light the fire first, and if you find a way to appease the bison, don't let them run away after being frightened, it shouldn't be a big deal." ”

As he spoke, he shouted: "Sand sculptures, come out to pick up guests." ”

Reluctantly, the six golden eagles came out of the tent, flickered their wings a few times, and flew up one after the other, hovering low over the camp.

In the snowy night, the golden eagle could not see farther, so circling like this only played the role of appeasing the bison, lest these guys be frightened and blow up the circle, it would be troublesome.

Yang Chuan carried a can of 'stinky fire oil' and held a torch to ignite several large piles of wood prepared by his cousin's father in advance.

As the seven or eight bonfires burned, the tumultuous bison gradually quieted down, but the vigilance in their eyes did not subside in the slightest, and they kept squeezing and squeezing with their hooves on the snow.

"Get some of our lamb out."

Listening to the faint barking of hyenas, Yang Chuan began to dig things out of his bag.

Cooks have their own logic, and they also have their own methods.

In the eyes of ordinary herdsmen, wolves and hyenas can be regarded as animals that they do not want to encounter in their lives, and many times, except for watching their cattle, sheep and horses being calamitized, they do not dare to provoke them at all.

But in the eyes of Yang Chuan, a cook, as long as the hyena wants to eat meat, there are more than a dozen ways to deal with them, and if necessary, he can kill a household register.

In this respect, there is no difference between a cook and a doctor: saving people and killing people are often a matter of thought......

Well, that sounds pretty lofty.

"Uncle Tangyi, how do you Huns scold hyenas?" While fiddling with his bottles and cans, Yang Chuan was still joking with his cousin's father.

"Holy shit." Tangyi's father said.

Yang Chuan laughed and said, "Sure enough, it's the quintessence of the country!" ”

The cousin's father didn't say a word, and brought over the three slaughtered fat sheep: "Son, the mutton is frozen." ”

Yang Chuan took out a large copper pot from the ox cart: "Uncle Tangyi, first bring our mutton aside, and I'll stew another pot of fresh ones for the hyenas." ”

Tangyi's father glanced at Yang Chuan with some doubts: "Stew meat for hyenas?" ”