In the evening, the grand banquet began, the felled trees were erected, and in the huge square bonfire, the light of the sky was swaying, Nanqiu was very poor, so there would be no wine from the Central Plains, Nanqiu was very poor, and there would be no milk flow from the North Sea, there was only enthusiasm and excitement here, and all the prey that could be hunted in the tribe was taken out, just to entertain the guests who came from the southwest.

"It's fun to have friends from afar!"

Yu Zai brought a bowl of ginger soup to each guest who came from afar, and the stone kettle was still boiling the soup, and the boiling heat floated out of the big round mouth, and continued to drift away to the sky.

The best food that the Akagatta clan could come up with was only eggs, taro, fish, and beetles.

The huge beast corpse has long been peeled and bone-pulled, and another huge stone cauldron is refining oil according to Yu Zai's requirements, and a large amount of meat is thrown into it.

Oil is not difficult to get, such as the Zhou Dynasty period, the aristocracy eats, that is all particular, the four seasons are different, but also use different oil, in the spring with butter to fry small fish and piglets, in summer with dog fat to fry pheasants and dried fish, in autumn with lard to fry calves and deer, in winter with mutton fat to fry fresh fish and wild goose meat.

And, of course, the most famous "Punishment of the Soup Wok" (under the oil pot).

The Central Plains people also have a concept of oil, because everyone raises pigs, and then when they roast pigs, they will drip oil... Although the piglets in this period are not obese, it has nothing to do with whether they produce oil or not, not that you have to have fat on your body to produce oil.

"Back then, the tribe raised dolphins, this ointment, that was a lot, but now the conditions are difficult, the ointment of these beasts is not as good as that of cattle, sheep and porpoises, but this way of boiling oil, I haven't seen it yet. ”

The old patriarch took a small bowl of bright and clear oil, and incensed it for the days when there was anointing every day in the past.

"Oil is the foundation of human power, eat more!"

Yu Zai was very happy, and the thirty warriors from the southwest, surrounded by the enthusiastic warriors of the Akafang clan, the old people handed them full oil bowls, and the ones in their own hands were a little smaller.

"It's okay, we're old and don't eat much. ”

An old man spoke: "Young man, when you grow your body." ”

This old man was injured, and it was obviously also damaged in the battle with the Long Di clan, and his qi and blood had dropped significantly, far inferior to back then, and even inferior to some newborn new warriors.

This made Huang Liyin and Bai Huangqi look cramped, and they thanked them again and again, and the two little fighting experts suddenly became three good students.

Being able to give the best to their friends when they are in trouble, such a tribe is really worthy of help and contact.

The real friend who can make friends is not the kind that gives you the icing on the cake when you are brilliant, but depends on who will give you charcoal in the snow when you are in trouble, or in other words, he himself is already very difficult, but he still tries his best to help you.

The ancients were simple, and they couldn't help but think that in the Spring and Autumn Period, during the Warring States Period, and even in the Qin and Han dynasties, there were many people who killed their only chickens, ducks, cows and sheep in order to entertain friends, and then took them to entertain, of course, there were more extreme.... That's extreme.

Righteousness, this word can be said to be as heavy as a thousand pounds in ancient times, and countless people have shed their blood for this word, just to fulfill a promise.

The ginger soup was steaming, and the grease also smelled of ginger, these were all groups of ginger that had been dug up halfway, and as for the piece of female ginger, no one dared to cut its slices yet.

Everyone gathered happily, except for Yu Yu, who looked at the little salt left in the bag distressedly, thinking about how to increase revenue and reduce expenditure in the future, everyone else was very happy.

"Yu, it doesn't have to be like this, tomorrow I'm going to let you do a job, with a lamb. ”

Yu Zai hugged him, and Yu Yu was stunned: "Wu, is there anything you want me to do?"

"Take the lamb and go to the salt soil. ”

Yu Zai said: "Although Daze is not salt water, there should also be salt soil nearby, sheep are very sensitive to soil salt and rock salt, take the lamb to go around as much as possible, I will let the patriarch go with you to ensure your safety." ”

The patriarch is the highest combat power of the headquarters, and if you look for Yanba, you must have a master to follow, otherwise Yanba will not be found, and the lamb and Yuyu will be eaten by wild beasts, then it will be unlucky.

The lamb licking the ginger soup on the side felt a chill.

"Lambs also drink ginger soup, I'm afraid it's not people who change. ”

Yu Pan, the little rumor-mongering expert looked at the lamb, and suddenly felt a little fragrant.

Ginger mutton soup..... It's so fragrant, but it's a pity that the lamb is a totem.

Everyone sat down, and soon the atmosphere became warm and gradually warmed up, and among the Chifang clan, someone raised his hand, shook his body with his arm, and sang:

"Harada every time, it is a plan to abandon the old and make a new one!"

"Harada every time, it is a plan to abandon the old and make a new one!"

New land, new people, new life.

The warriors of the Tiller Sprouts, Jinghua Clan, and Lu Clan were also infected, and they also began to sing the ballads of their own parts, and danced with their hands, some of them looked funny, and some of them danced beautifully.

Yu Zai listened and listened, and gradually hummed, and the Yu Yu on the side listened, and found that they hadn't heard it, so they asked, "Wu, what song is this?"

"It's called Pei, and when I prayed, I vaguely heard an old man singing. ”

Everyone was amazed, they had never heard this song, including the warriors of the three mountains and four fields, they all looked at each other.

But surprisingly good, this is a song of praise to the rain.

"But it's not good for too much rain to breed moisture and rot!"

The old patriarch laughed and drank the ginger soup in the bowl.

Boom!

The old patriarch put down the bowl and said to everyone: "I also have a song, when I was young, I was in the Central Plains, and I once followed the first witch to the Central Plains to participate in the emperor's sacrifice.

"I secretly learned a song at this time...."

The first witch was not an old wizard, but the previous one of the old wizards, and the old patriarch was just a child at that time.

The prophecy of the mountains being obscure, the rotten grass turning into fireflies, the broken bamboo and the bamboo being continued, and the bell stone changing its voice was left by this witch.

"The song is called "God's Journey to the North". ”

"God, go north! Remove the waterway first, and break through the ditch!"

"God, go north, first remove the waterway, and break through the ditch!

The old patriarch said, his eyes full of memories: "When the world was dry, the emperor sacrificed to the mountains and seas, and ordered the uncle to go north with a jade order, and the uncle was just a child, he went to the northwest, sprinkled green leaves under his feet, and someone sprinkled water on the side with the attendant's heart, and the child chanted "God Northbound" in his mouth, hoping that the Chishui woman would offer, and not inflict her grief on the Central Plains, hoping that she could help and take back the drought. ”

"Far northwest, Chishui women, looking at the Central Plains year after year, but can not come back, we are reunited here, but there are still lonely people like the goddess, but even if the Central Plains is afraid of her, hoping that she will go to the West, she still looks at the Central Plains, year after year, will not erase the memory, will not be stingy with her protection, this, probably the homeland is difficult to leave, for the hometown longing. ”