The rain fell to the ground, wetting the grass that had just come out of the dirt.

This grass seed was originally buried too deep, and it was difficult for it to take root and sprout from the soil. However, half a month ago, this place, which had been burned by the fire and turned into a dead ground, was carefully cultivated again. The grass seed was lucky enough to reach the surface of the soil, and finally received rain and dew from the sky, as well as bones and human blood from under the soil, and happily sprouted.

And underneath the root system of this young grass, there are heavy bones and plant ashes. For hundreds of years, the grass will grow abundantly on this seemingly flat mountain peak.

Among the newborn grass sprouts, a tall man sat cross-legged, with a vermilion lacquer food box in front of him, the lid of which was opened, and inside was a piece of meat. It was a fetus plucked from the womb of some kind of alien beast, with a slight bulge on the top, limbs like tiger claws, and a body somewhat like a horse. This beast fetus has been steamed with milk, slightly oozing blood, and looks extremely white and tender.

With chopsticks, a piece of meat was cut from the most delicate part of the box of milk-steamed animal fetuses, and the man put the meat into his mouth, chewed it carefully for a while, and swallowed it with satisfaction. Then he picked up the jade inlaid silver pot on the side of the food box and sent the bright red wine to his mouth.

Looking at the clearing at the top of the peak, which was once a palace, but only gray and new grass remained, the man with slightly rust-colored hair seemed to laugh happily. With a smile, the high nose with the characteristics of the Xiqiang tribe was raised high, and the tip of the nose hooked like an eagle's beak was towards the sky.

Behind him, two black-clad officials wearing caged crowns stood silently, their feet surrounded by black gas, and their shoes could not be seen half-sinking and half-floating. Behind him, there were countless slender armorers waiting.

The hook-nosed man's eyes did not have his subordinates behind him, and he used the tip of his chopsticks to cut off a piece of tender and fragrant meat of the beast fetus, dipped it in a small dish with ginger and plum vinegar, and put it in his mouth to chew slowly.

After a while, he sighed with some regret and said: "The barge beast feeds on tigers, leopards and jackals, and the flesh of the adult beast is not worth eating, but the womb of the barge beast is a rare treasure. It's a pity that compared to the taste of the blood of the Ancient Rui Beast, the taste of the fetus of the barge beast is nothing more than that. ”

It is recorded in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" that there are different beasts in Zhongqu Mountain, which are like horses and have a single horn on the top, with tiger teeth and tiger claws, and feed on killing tigers, leopards and jackals. In the barbaric era, the great witches domesticated this strange beast as a weapon of war, but since the Heavenly Emperor left the Jedi Tiantong and cut off the communication between humans and gods, this kind of strange beast is almost extinct. It's just that I can't imagine that in this mountain, there are still people who use the young beasts in the womb of this strange beast as a rare delicacy.

After another sip of the blood-red liquor, the hook-nosed man raised the jug and poured out the wine in the jade-embedded silver jug, spilling the green grass buds in front of him. He looked at the sky and said a little lonely: "Respect me for the stupid cousin who wanted to beat the geese but was pecked by the geese and broke his chest." ”

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The morning air is slightly dry, but cool. The morning sun fell on the adobe houses beside the road, a vivid pink and yellow.

This kind of scenery has been seen for more than ten years for the young man Xiaoyi, and there is no longer anything unusual, he is busy making a stove fire and setting up a cauldron at this time every day, and the roaring tongue of fire on the dry wood makes his forehead sweat, so he is not in the mood to look at the unchanged scenery outside the city for more than ten years.

When the stove is raised, the master will put the haggis such as lamb belly and sheep intestines that have been cooked until they are five mature and sliced into fine shreds the night before into a pot of clear water, and the master will drill out of the small bedroom without his invitation.

The master was about thirty years old, with a black face and a cow-like tendon meat, like a veteran who had retired from the battlefield. However, this veteran-like master has a good skill in cooking soup, and the past customers who have eaten haggis soup at his place have praised his soup for being fresh and fragrant. Some of the merchants have eaten their haggis soup once, and when they go back to the business, they will also come back, and they will bring more people with them.

Therefore, even if there is still more than an hour before the city gate is opened, there are still guests from afar who are willing to come to his small shop early to sit at the head of the shop. Even if you don't drink soup, it's good to smell this well-known fragrance.

A crisp bell rang in the driveway, and a donkey cart stopped in front of their shop.

The green donkey pulling the cart looked like his teeth were not small, but his fur was still oily and slippery, and it looked like satin. The neck of the green donkey was covered with a white iron ring full of fine patterns, and the silver glittered without rust or scratches.

The car was surrounded by pale green curtains, embroidered with some incomprehensible black patterns, and the stitches were so thin that I had never seen them before.

There must have been a noble person sitting in the car.

The driver was a handsome young man in a black shirt, and the short black shirt was embroidered with silver thread on the neckline and cuffs. Where is this coachman, he is simply a son from a wealthy family.

The handsome boy said to the car: "Teacher, the county governor of Zhangye County, Heishui City, has arrived. ”

I heard a man in the car say with a smile: "Ah Yan, Heishui City is the name of the city set up by the Xiongnu at the beginning. According to the name of the Han Dynasty now, it should be the city of the city. ”

As he spoke, he lifted the curtain and jumped out of the car, but it was a young man dressed in a brocade green uniform and carrying a long sword. It seems that he can only be regarded as the eldest brother of a handsome boy who drives a car, not like a division commander.

As soon as the man got out of the car, he complained: "The monk said that he wanted to find a Buddhist holy place to practice Buddhism, but he took the commission and ran away. Without his help to cover up, he could only buy such an embroidered talisman curtain from Feng Yue to block the more and more frequent snooping of those bastards. This is from Guanzhong to the west, it is really a hard work!"

As he spoke, he pulled a girl in a white shirt out of the car, and then turned his head to Xiao Huo, who was already a little stunned, and said, "Your shop sells haggis soup? Anyway, there will be a while to leave the city, so please bring four bowls of haggis soup." ”

Xiao Yi was stunned, and his master behind him had already pushed him away with one hand, nodding silently. He lifted the lid of the pot, brought out four bowls of haggis soup, prepared the condiments, sprinkled with freshly chopped green onions and chopped coriander, and brought them to the small table under the shed at the door.

The fairy warlock nodded, and watched the girl next to him take three embroidered mats and put them away before taking a seat.

However, Xiaoyi couldn't understand that such a grand style, such a dress, how to look at it, they are all nobles, but they want to eat their own haggis soup?

What he couldn't understand was still behind, and the handsome boy in an ink shirt picked up a bowl of haggis soup and put it in front of the green donkey pulling the cart.