When the sun set for more than half an hour, the mighty tribal army stopped its migration and entered the improvised camp arranged in advance by the vanguard troops, announcing the end of the day's migration and the tribe's resting time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIn the midst of the hustle and bustle, the strong laborers of the families in the tribe began to carry and unload their belongings from horses and wooden camels and set up tents. The women seized the time to bury the pot and prepare the only hot soup and hot meal for their families after a long day's travel. The rest of the idle men drove their livestock to the surrounding area, taking advantage of the time when the sun had not yet set, to let the livestock that had been on the road for a day gnaw some grass to replenish their strength. After all, livestock fed only hay and coarse grains can put a lot of pressure on herders. Especially after the severe cold of winter, the livestock themselves are emaciated, and the mortality rate is high if there is not enough food on the way.

In fact, for nomadic tribes, migration is definitely not a simple and easy thing, every migration, is related to the survival state of the tribe, how to migrate, take that route, are to go through a lot of calculations.

In the grassland, there are two conditions that affect the basic survival of the tribe, one is pasture and the other is sufficient water, and it is these two conditions that affect the migration of the tribe. Without enough pasture, you can't feed enough livestock, and naturally you can't feed the grassland people. Staying in one place for a long time will quickly run out of pasture, so the tribe must constantly move to ensure that the livestock have enough grass to eat. Moreover, the growth of pasture grass is very different with the change of seasons, and where to migrate is more conducive to the growth of livestock needs to be compared and calculated.

And once migration begins, water becomes a big problem. After all, the rivers and lakes on the grassland are limited, and it is impossible for them to migrate along the rivers all the time, so there are times when they cannot be replenished by water sources on the way to migration. In order to solve this problem, there is a team in the tribe that is responsible for transporting clean water, and replenishing large quantities of clean water in places where there is sufficient water for the tribe to consume. Even so, the route of the migration needs to be carefully calculated to ensure the supply of water as much as possible. Otherwise, the pressure of tribal migration will be very great, and it is easy to incur heavy losses due to lack of water.

In addition to these two natural factors, the migration of the tribes on the grasslands of the wasteland was also affected by the orders of the temple. Where there are people, there will be strife, and on a grassland, there are only a limited number of people who can feed, and if you want the tribe to develop, you must occupy more grassland and water sources. In order to compete for pastures and water, the various tribes must be in a state of competition, even hostility.

In order to prevent the various tribes of the grassland from fighting and fighting over the grassland and water sources, and weakening the overall strength of the grassland people, as the de facto rulers of the wasteland, the Seven Great Temples will come forward every two years to coordinate the interests of the various tribes under their jurisdiction. Powerful tribes will gain more access to pasture water, while weaker tribes will lose some of their pasture and water sources. Moreover, there are some special areas in the grassland, which are full of dangers, and should not be too close. Therefore, after each adjustment of pastures and water sources, the migration routes of the tribes need to be recalculated to ensure that they can make the most of the resources they have won and strengthen their tribes.

When ordinary herdsmen were busy, the tribal members who had positions in the tribe, that is, the elites of the tribe, were more leisurely at this time. Whether it was the hunting team that set out early to clear up the danger, or the team that set out to build a camp first, or even the forward unit to protect the safety of the large army, except for the necessary manpower on duty, everyone else entered the theoretical rest time and could find time to do some of their own things.

However, among those who have a job and can relax and relax, there is not a handyman class who does all kinds of groceries. As the lowest level of the clan, while the tribal elites are resting, the handymen need to help the elites set up tents, graze livestock, and bury pots for cooking. Only after helping these elites do their work can the handymen set up their own improvised tents and eat two mouthfuls of dry food. But by that time, it was almost nightfall.

When the miscellaneous servants left the miscellaneous camp to serve the tribal warriors and elites, Morn, who had used two stone bone grasses to offset the labor during the migration, had already set up his and Mo Bing's tents and began to dig stoves in the open space in front of the camp. At this time, there are not many people left in the miscellaneous labor camp, most of the miscellaneous labor have tasks and need to serve others or do some public affairs, and a small number of people do not have to serve labor like Moen, and most of them choose to study or cultivate at this time, improve their strength, and strive to get out of the miscellaneous labor class as soon as possible, so at this time, there are few people in the miscellaneous labor camp.

"Morn, what the hell are you going to do? Today is the day of the war!" As soon as Morn dug the earthen stove, Mo Bing came over with a bundle of dry firewood on his back and a few bloody pieces of meat, and muttered uncontrollably. In the blink of an eye, the month agreed upon by Mo En and Mu Yin has passed, and the two of them are going to do it today. At this critical time, Mo Bing not only did not seize the time to rest and recuperate enough to cope with the battle, but instead wanted to cook for himself, and also made some strange requests to Mo Bing, no wonder Mo Bing muttered.

"Isn't this the appointed time?Have you got everything?Is it fresh wolf ribs?" Mo En smiled slightly, ignored Mo Bing's muttering, reached out and took the piece of meat in Mo Bing's hand, and sniffed it, "Well, the meat quality is very good." ”

"Of course it's good. This wolf also devoured the elixir and produced mutations, and its strength is no worse than the one you killed last time. It cost me a whole wolf's skin to get it from the hunting party. Mo Bing said angrily: "And this dry firewood, wouldn't it be good for you to cook directly with cow dung?" I have to find some dry firewood, for this bundle of firewood, I grinded it for a long time at the carpenter Uncle Li, and finally bribed him with a family of wine before I got it." ”

"Hehe, who is with whom of our two brothers. But don't worry, I won't let your hard work go in vain, and next, I'll make you a delicious dish you've never tasted before. Morn said with a smile as he laid out the dry wood.

"Something you've never tasted before? When did you learn to brag, look at your posture, isn't it just roast wolf meat? I think it's better to boil wolf porridge directly! It's delicious and nourishing for the body. Mo Bing said with a disdainful expression. There was a joke in his mouth, but Mo Bing had already helped Mo En raise the fire in his hands. The flesh and blood of this beast that mutates by swallowing elixir is a good tonic for samurai, and it is very popular with those who practice martial arts, so they need a wolf skin to get it. Mo Bing also came back in exchange for this kind of meat so that Mo En could ensure sufficient physical strength before he started with Mu Yin.

"Mo Bing, don't worry, this time is guaranteed to open your eyes. Morn said confidently as he cleaned the wolf meat.

"Really?" Mo Bing asked with some surprise as he looked at Mo En, who looked confident. Although I know that Morn has loved all kinds of food since he was a child, and he also likes to make some strange things by himself, to be honest, Morn's cooking level is not very high. After all, when he was young, his life was extremely stressful, and after he was older and in a better situation, Morn spent most of his energy on studying and cultivating. I usually eat dry food, dried meat, etc., and rarely spend time studying cooking. Now that he was suddenly confident to surprise himself, Mo Bing naturally didn't believe it.

"Wait and see!" Morn didn't explain any more, and after cleaning the wolf meat, he took out the dagger he had with him, cut the wolf meat into small pieces, and then took the prepared skewer and threaded the small pieces of wolf meat. When he had done this, Morn took out a cloth bag from the deerskin pouch around his waist, took out a little powder, and sprinkled it evenly on the wolf meat skewers.

"What kind of spice is this! It tastes so special!" Mo Bing twitched his nose and asked in surprise as he watched Mo En's movements. Generally speaking, intra-tribal barbecue is basically only seasoned with some coarse salt, and spices are only used on higher-grade occasions. However, the spices that Mo En took out were obviously different from those spices that Mo Bing had seen before, and the taste was also very different.

"It's my own, isn't it?" Morn said with a smile. Morn was able to concoct such a special spice, naturally thanks to his bizarre dream. In addition to the two sets of exercises, Morn also had a lot of strange knowledge in his head, and many others were related to cooking. The strange phrase 'to be the number one culinary master among the minotaurs' often pops up in Morn's mind when he was researching his culinary knowledge, making Morn feel inexplicable.

However, out of his love of cooking and his trust in the exercises, Morn spent his free time carefully studying the culinary knowledge in his mind. Although there was a lot of this knowledge that Morn couldn't understand and couldn't do, because of the magic of his previous cultivation exercises, Morn was also convinced of these cooking knowledge. Especially after experimenting with an herbal baked egg and feeling the charm of this cooking technique, Morn made up his mind to make this package of spices known as 'Stormwind City's specialty seasoning', ready to make a dish that 'ordinary tribal masters can't cook'.

"Not bad, indeed. When did you kid have this kind of ability!" Mo Bing said with a smile.

"Hehe, this is just the ingredients, when I'm ready, you can evaluate my ability!" Seeing that the fire was almost over, Morn smiled slightly, picked up a skewer, and put it on the stove. At the same time, the other hand urged the meager internal qi in the body and gestured on the meat skewers. After being promoted to the fourth-level warrior, with the special feature of the Mixed Yuan Gong, Mo En was already able to achieve a slight release of internal qi, but this internal qi could not hurt people. And with Morn's movements, the fire continued to change, and the spices quickly merged into the wolf meat, and a rich fragrance began to fill the air.

"It's so fragrant! You won't prepare to roast them one by one, will you? When will it be? No, you're using internal qi! How can you use internal qi at this time!" "Looking at Mo En's movements, Mo Bing was very surprised at first, indulging in the rich fragrance, but soon after, he found the internal qi in Mo En's hand and asked in shock. When the war was about to start, Morn actually used his internal qi to cook, which was simply self-defeating. Mo Bing wanted to stop Mo En at that time.

"Don't worry, I'm measured. Morn continued his movements as he smiled. Before Mo Bing made a move, Mo En completed the action in his hand and sent the wolf meat skewers to Mo Bing.

"Exclusive dry grilled wolf skewers, please taste. Morn said with a smile. Since that bizarre dream, Morn has not only increased his strength sharply, but also his personality has changed a lot, and the young man who was originally a little inferior and introverted has gradually become cheerful. There are also a lot more jokes with Mo Bing.

"It's not just about smelling good. Hey, it's really delicious!" Mo Bing just wanted to hit Mo En, but as soon as the meat was in his mouth, he couldn't help but exclaim.

"No, it's not just delicious, this power? Is this the power of wolf meat? Why is it so much stronger than wolf meat porridge?" The moment he swallowed the wolf meat, Mo Bing felt the changes in his body. A warm current emanated from his stomach all over his body, which not only lifted his spirits, but also increased his strength a little, and even the internal qi in his body was ready to move and wanted to operate automatically.

"You two are actually barbecuing meat here, have you forgotten today's battle?" Just when Mo Bing wanted to ask Mo En how he had this kind of skill, a sneer came from afar, and Mu Tie strode towards Mo En and the others with a few followers.

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