"Battle Old Anda is back, how are you doing in the mainland this year? It's okay to walk this way, what good things have you brought back?" the people of the Eternal Flame Tribe began to greet Battle.

Although the Battle family is not a wealthy person, they are businessmen who have traveled far and wide, and have a good reputation, and they still have a reputation in the Eternal Flame.

"Come back, no matter how far the leaves drift, they always have to return to the roots. ”

"This year in the mainland is not bad, I have met a lot of Anda business. ”

"Hahaha, we met horse bandits on the road, my family's Zolta and his two Han brothers are against more than a dozen horse bandits!"

"I've brought you very beautiful tea this time, and I promise you will like it. Battle smiled and answered people's questions one by one.

"Old Battle, you're back. ”

Zamuhe rushed over and grabbed the reins of the two horses.

"Old Zamuhe, I'm not doing well! What is the market price of the batch of eagles you trained last year? I will sell a few more this year and go to the mainland, and now those princes and nobles of the Great Qi Dynasty and the Great Sect Dynasty like these. Battle said with a smile.

It's also strange that these elderly Hu people in the Northern Regions are all called Anda, but they don't call their Anda Anda anymore.

"Don't talk about this, as early as ten days ago, I asked this kid from Ulaanbari to inquire about the whereabouts of the caravan. No, I have prepared old lamb wine for you earlier, and we will eat roast whole lamb with the children today. Zamu waved his hand and told the other clansmen to get out of the way. He pulled two horses and walked towards his yurt.

Ji Xin and his men also followed Battle's carriage.

In front of the yurt, the bonfire party begins. Why do nomads prefer yurts and campfires?

As a nomadic herder, first of all, the dwelling must be easy to disassemble and move, so the tent became an inevitable form of dwelling, hence the yurt.

The use of fire, on the other hand, can only be a small fire or fire pit in a tent, and is generally only used for heating and stewing food. And this has to be a big tent. Most small tents can't have a fire in them at all.

But fire, which was necessary for food processing, for warmth, and for the exorcism of wild beasts, had to be raised outside the tent. Therefore, nomads cook, barbecue, boil tea, paste cakes or something, all operate on the open fire or fire pit.

When there are guests or relatives and friends gatherings, especially at night, the fire is the only light source, so naturally everyone has to gather around the bonfire~~

Battle and the children are definitely the guests of the Zamu family, so Ji Xin can eat the roasted whole lamb of the little lamb, as well as the five gods wine.

Wushen wine is the wine of five animals, also called wine of five animals, that is, wine made from the milk of five kinds of livestock (cows, horses, camels, goats, sheep), and we will not go into details.

The meat quality of the lamb is indeed tender and delicious, only the roasted whole sheep made of the lamb as the raw material will achieve the appearance of golden butter shiny, the outer meat is brown and crispy, the internal meat is soft and tender, and the mutton flavor is also fragrant. It's palatable and unique.

In addition, Zhamuhe also made a furnace three feet on the ground according to the practice of willow lamb, burned it with fire around it, so that the whole was red, and the sheep was served with an iron grate, and the seal was covered with willow to be ripe.

The production process is so complex and exquisite, which only adds to the delicious taste of roasted whole sheep.

The roasted whole sheep has been out of the hearth, and everyone has a knife in their hands and begins to cut the mutton.

"Hahaha, happy! I've lived for more than ten years, but I've never been so happy today!" Ji Xin couldn't help but shout.

Kong Liang, this guy, took advantage of the strong drunkenness of the five gods wine, and showed off the ink in his chest:

"Cooking dragon cannon phoenix jade fat weeping, Luo Wei embroidered the curtain around the fragrant wind.

Playing the dragon flute, beating the drum, singing with bright teeth, dancing with thin waists.

persuaded the monarch to get drunk all day long, and he couldn't get drunk on Liu Ling's grave. ”

After thinking about it, the guy fell asleep. It's still a foodie, and he can't even care about the roasted whole sheep in front of him.

"Alas, this guy didn't make people worry about it all the way, and when he arrived in the Northern Regions, he still looked like this. Zorta shook her head, slung him on her shoulders, and left the campfire.

Ji Xin and Yan Liuhe also stood up.

"Father, Uncle Zamuhe, you eat first, I'll go and build a felt tent. Zolta said goodbye to his father.

"Well, go ahead. Battle didn't even lift his head.

In the grassland, a teenager of Zolta's age can stand on his own, so why worry about setting up a tent.

"Uzhna, Ulan Bari, you also go and see if you can help, but don't let our guests of the Eternal Flame do this. Zamuhe waved his hand.

Both men followed.

Now, there were only two people left around the campfire, Bartel and Zamuhe.

"Zamuhe, your Lamb Battelle has also eaten, the Wushen wine is still so mellow, and now the children are gone, only the two of us old guys are left, just say anything directly. ”

Battle picked up the pouch and clinked glasses with Zamu.

"Hahaha, worthy of old Battle, he saw through my mind at a glance. Zamuhe also picked up the wine bag.

Both old Anda drank a big sip.

"Zamuhe is in trouble. Zamuhe wiped his mouth and said.

As he spoke, he picked up his wine bag and clinked glasses with Battle.

"Why is the friendship that we rolled in the mud puddle so unhappy? Battle pulled open his wine bag and looked at him.

"Hahahaha, my old Battle, I'm in big trouble, my goshawk, pecked at the eye of the seventh prince Helian Tulu. It's all me who took the risk, thinking that the wild eagle had been tamed, thinking that it was okay, who knows, alas~. Zamuhe was still laughing, but distinctly crying.

"Old Zamuhe, this matter is not that simple, is it? You tell me clearly, what the hell is going on?" Battle's sudden feeling that something bad was about to happen.

"Originally, this blow was meant to peck at the heart of that bastard prince, that brute!!" Zamuhe said with a sneer, clutching the wine bag tightly.

He felt right, and sure enough, something bad happened.

"He, he's a prince after all!!" said Battle.

"He spoiled my daughter, and I will never let him go in my life. Zamuhe gritted his teeth and said.

"Old Zhamuhe, don't be impulsive, the Han people have a saying that 'a gentleman takes revenge, ten years is not too late', I will give you this sentence now. Battle patted Zamugh on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, old Battle, I won't bother you. Zamuhe nodded.

"What do you think of old Battle?" said Battle, giving old Zha Muhe a big blow as he did when he was a child.

"Ride to !!"

The two old Andas sat on horseback and galloped under the moon, as if they had returned to their childhood.