Yougen and Liu Heng, plus the chief of Chi holding a bowl.

The three of them gathered around a kettle and ate hot pot.

The pot was filled with deer breast and bird meat, and when the water was boiling, the three of them poured ginger juice and animal oil into the kettle.

For Yougen, such soups and dishes are not good.

Flat bamboo strips are not as good as chopsticks.

Plus, there's no hunger at all.

The rich aroma in the air is ethereal, and the brown butter flowers squeezed to the side of the pot by the boiling soup become thicker and thicker.

Under the expectant gaze of others, Yougen pursed his mouth, stretched the bamboo strip into the soup, and picked out a piece of venison that floated out of the soup noodles with the boiling soup.

One opened his mouth and took a bite into the venison.

After chewing a few times, Yougen nodded under the gaze of the two.

The Chi chief was overjoyed, and immediately raised the pot in his hand and scooped it into the cauldron.

After scooping a whole pot of soup, the Chi Chief couldn't wait to bring the pot to his mouth.

"Gollum. "Gollum. ”

Looking at the Chi Chief, who raised his neck and poured the bowl into his mouth, Yougen's eyes widened and he was stunned for a long time.

Then, Yougen turned his head and saw Liu Heng, whose mouth was stuffed with lean meat and his cheeks were swollen to the limit.

At this moment, the venison, which had not yet been chewed, suddenly slipped into his throat and got stuck.

"Hmm~!"

For a while, his face was flushed with suffocation, and he raised his head and kept beating his chest with his hands.

"Yes. ”

Liu Heng added vegetables to his mouth again, with an intoxicated look on his face.

"Not bad, not bad. ”

"Woo~!"

Yougen's face turned red to blue, and his mouth was no longer breathless.

Opposite him, putting down the empty bowl in his hand, the Chi Chief exhaled and let out an "ah" exclamation.

He went and scooped another pot.

His face turned from blue to white, and Yougen withdrew his hand that was stretched out for help, and covered his throat with both hands, and his whole body overflowed with gold.

The vitality in his body was like a long river, frantically swimming in his body, but it seemed to be completely useless.

It wasn't until the chief drank the three pots of soup and couldn't stand it to go to the toilet because he poured too much water that he finally swallowed the venison in his throat.

Panting heavily, one covered his aching chest with his hand.

Through the animal soup in the kettle, you can already see the bottom of the pot.

After Liu Heng carefully swallowed the meat in his mouth, he turned his head and looked at Yougen with a look of anticipation.

He said, "Cook another pot." ”

Speechless for a moment, the pale Yougen nodded.

He replied, "No problem." ”

Standing up, Yougen walked briskly away from the cauldron.

"I'll go and ask the naphtha to bring you another basin. ”

Above Yinshui Town, in the clear sky, there were few clouds floating.

Around Yinshui Town, on the verdant meadows, the green stems and leaves sway in the wind.

In recent days, the number of traders has become increasingly scarce, coupled with the abundance of grain and grass.

The townspeople, who are becoming more and more idle, are more enthusiastic about building their homes.

The narrow lanes of the streets are full of people moving wooden planks and repairing the roofs of houses.

In the newly built kilns, feathers and tongues are constantly being pulled out of the burned adobe bricks.

At this time, the naphtha was striking the place of iron.

In addition to the two blacksmith shops in the original town, among the people who had fled from Caoyun County, those who knew how to strike iron were all summoned here.

Between the earthen walls, the roofs are all made of wooden planks.

In the steamy furnace, the hot molten iron is bright red.

In the blacksmith shop, there was a lot of noise.

The craftsmen built the spear head plough and the saddle according to the drawings given by the roots.

The naphthol and a hundred of his men, all naked and upper, gave the craftsmen a hand.

On the playground of the military training, as many as 7,000 soldiers were being led by Monkey Shi, Hawkbeak, Fu Lei, and Li Xi in a drill formation.

The only general of the Wen short army who surrendered to Liu Heng also stood among the soldiers who were being drilled.

Everything seems to be on the right track, and Yinshui Town, which is actively expanding, is exuding vigorous vitality.

And much of all of this is due to the roots.

The pain in his chest gradually subsided, and when he walked into the blacksmith shop and found the happed stone brain dancing with a sledgehammer, his body was already full of splashed iron stars.

The people around him stopped moving, and their eyes were full of reverence when they looked at Yougen.

After understanding Yougen's intention, Shi Nao and five soldiers immediately went to arrange hot pot.

Refusing the courtesy of the blacksmiths, Yougen walked out of the blacksmith shop and headed towards the training ground.

patted the iron slag all over Mai, and the rooted face was baked a sickly red by the fire.

He walked towards the playground with a wooden face, as he walked through the narrow alley and lifted his legs up to the stalks on the ground.

He stopped, his face looking behind him in surprise.

The oil soup in the kettle was boiling, and Liu Heng, who was looking forward to it, suddenly frowned at this moment.

The east of Yinshui Town is still 100 miles away from the town.

On the renovated avenue, more than 30,000 soldiers and horses are waiting for the whole column.

Among these soldiers and horses, there are dozens of flags with different flags.

The armor of the soldiers was also very different, and under each banner, soldiers of the same armor were gathered.

These armor-like soldiers were all led by a general.

These generals are not in a hurry to enter the army.

After marching dozens of miles again, more than 30,000 soldiers set up a continuous barracks on the banks of a small winding river.

In the tent that had been set up, dozens of generals lit fires.

Chen Fu said that there were barbarians in Yinshui Town. ”

Stretching out his hand in front of the fire, a veteran with long, white hair and brown armor on his body wrinkled together the folds of his face like sun-dried orange peels.

"But I have heard that these thieves are very unusual. ”

"Humph!"

In the tent, a general with black hair, a smooth face and a smooth forehead, and wearing purple armor picked up the bronze cup on the table in front of him.

"It's not that you want us to be cannon fodder. ”

"These thieves have killed all the cultivators. ”

The eyes of the general who spoke flashed slightly, and there was still a trace of fear on his childish face.

"We're going to be opponents there. ”

"We have more than 30,000 people. ”

The general, who also had an old face and a white beard, but a short stubble chin, reached out and brushed his armor that glowed blue under the candlelight.

"I'm afraid of his eggs!"

"If you drag it like that, then you will be a pioneer!"

Facing the contemptuous eyes of the stubble general, the young general suddenly looked angry.

"I'm on your coffin board, your ancestors!"

The stubble-dense general burst into rage, and he jumped from the ground with the hilt of his sword.

"When Lao Tzu went into battle to cut people, your doll was still nursing in your mother's arms!"

"His grandmother's!"

The young general, too, jumped up from the ground with the hilt of his sword in his hand, his face purple with anger.

"Your grandfather, I grew up on my wet nurse's milk!"

"Don't hurt the peace, everyone!"

The general, who was originally roasting the fire in the hall, straightened his hands and opened his mouth to persuade.

Overtime, overtime, God, let me die