I, a Saiyan, cultivate immortality in the world of Nine Uncles

- into the night
The small village on the bank of the Yellow River is very lively. Beside the huge bonfire, villagers from all the neighboring villages come to witness the grand scene of the river monster's execution.

Some people sing, some dance, some get drunk
And more people surrounded Jiang Yeming and cried about King He Luo's evil deeds.

"Little hero, thank you very much for avenging the three of us. The He Luo evil fish blocked the river and hit boats whenever they saw it. My family has no land and can only rely on water for water. I was so hungry that I sneaked into the river to catch fish. In the end, he knocked over the boat. My husband, son, and grandson were all buried in the Yellow River, blah blah."

This time it was a blind old lady who was helped by a daughter-in-law. All the men in their family were killed by King He Luo. The old lady cried every day, and her eyes were blinded by crying. Even though she was crying, the tears disappeared.

Jiang Yeming gently helped the blind old lady up, but he couldn't say words of comfort.

In this 200-mile section of the Yellow River, there have been countless tragedies, which shows that the water monster has suffered a lot.

King He Luo deserves to be killed!

Jiang Yeming couldn't help but sigh with emotion. He simply bid farewell to all the villagers and sat alone on the stone by the river. Using the knowledge of ancient prose learned during this time, he murmured a self-made doggerel:

"A man walks across the world with a sword, how can he ignore the suffering of the people,

Indulge in wanton authenticity, it's crap if things don't happen! "

Huang Xiaomao stood behind Jiang Yeming holding a tightly bound soft-shelled turtle spirit and praised: "Good poems, the master has learned a lot of money, so what, he is only three buckets taller."

Akita scratched his head, but he couldn't come up with a half-sentence of Japanese haiku compliments for such an elegant thing after the victory. He only regretted that he didn't learn well in the culture class of the ninja school.

The turtle essence in Huang Xiaomao's hands is still stubborn: "Even if you kill the king, I will not submit. And you, little brat, you can write poetry when you write poems, why do you want to slander me as a bastard."

Good guy, he dared to speak hard when he was about to die, Huang Xiaomao threw the turtle in his hand, and the three evil spirits rushed out to surround the turtle spirit and beat him up.

Jiang Yeming's doggerel was so touted, he was a little embarrassed, and he was so hungry that he simply walked to the campfire and asked Zhu Jiujie who was checking his notes.

"Can this grilled fish be made?"

Pink Pig closed the notebook, shook his head and began to show his profound culinary knowledge:

"He Luozhiyu's name comes from the Classic of Mountains and Seas, which describes almost every kind of exotic beast after eating it. In fact, it is originally the Book of Food for Immortals from the pre-Qin period."

There is such a saying!Jiang Yeming recalled the Classic of Mountains and Seas, and it seemed that every strange beast described the effect of eating at the end. He said:

"Go on."

"The Book of Mountains and Seas is actually only half of the Book of Food for the Pre-Qin Immortals. It does not record the cooking methods. The second half of the Book of Mountains and Seas has long been lost. The lineage of the God of Cookery I worshiped has been explored and sorted out by the ancestors of all dynasties, and a book of 'Mountain and Sea Relics' has been written."

When Pink Pig said this, his little paws pointed to the 8 fish bodies beside him:
"There are many versions of Shan Hai Jing. In the original version, the fish of He Luo is not eaten, but the carbuncle. Eating its meat can cure carbuncle, remove tumors, and resolve internal diseases."

Go to cancer! Jiang Yeming is very interested in this sentence, it doesn't mean it can cure cancer!That is a disease that modern medical treatment is helpless. If it can be brought back to modern times, this fish alone can make a fortune.

But even if you can't go back, this is an excellent medicinal material. Jiang Yeming decided to leave some fish meat to dry as a backup base for the new elixir.

In the end, he was still a little scrupulous: "This Luoyu can't eat people, right? If so, I won't touch it."

"This fish has a violent temperament, but it only feeds on the aquatic plants in the river."

Jiang Yeming was completely relieved by Zhu Jiujie's words, so a large number of villagers sent out to help Zhu Jiujie start roasting Heluo fish.

First of all, the soil must be dug. For such a large fish body, at least two squares of soil are needed.

Then the river water and mud are twisted into a paste.

spare.

Next comes prepping the toppings.

Ginger, onion and garlic are necessary, as well as white radishes. The surrounding villagers dug up all the ones they planted, and sent several large baskets to the campfire.

These are all ready, Zhu Jiujie said: "Sliced ​​ginger, chopped green onion, smashed garlic, shredded radish for later use, and my secret seasoning, that's enough."

A group of village women forgot their sorrow for a while, talking and laughing, taking out the chopping boards and kitchen knives and getting busy.

On the other side, male villagers help kill and clean the fish.

Among them, there are three evil spirits interspersed in the crowd to help.

In this celebration, there were people, demons, and ghosts, but no one was frightened, and the harmony was extremely harmonious.

After the ingredients are ready, the pink piglet will go into battle himself, fill the huge fish body, and then sprinkle his own secret spices into the mud paste.

Finally, the mud paste is covered on the fish, and then the fish is pierced with wooden stakes.

Next is roasting.

Jiang Yeming easily lifted eight wooden stakes, set them on the big rocks by the campfire and baked them, turning the stakes from time to time to make them bake evenly.

Gradually, the outer shell of the soil was burnt black, and the soil layer cracked.

A strange fragrance floats in the air, one breath is refreshing, two breaths relieve fatigue, and three breaths make saliva flow.

Pink Pig nods to indicate that you're done.

Jiang Yeming jumped to a high place and yelled.

"Everyone."

The little hero spoke, and there was a sudden silence below, everyone looked up.

Jiang Yeming was a little embarrassed to be stared at by so many grateful eyes, "Ahem. King He Luo has endangered this place for several years, and today's execution will not solve the hatred in everyone's hearts. Today, I will share the grilled fish with everyone, and eat its meat to relieve heart disease. Live a good life in the future."

A white-haired old man among the villagers stood up tremblingly with a cane: "We also heard what the pig brother said just now. This fish is a rare thing, and I will never dare to eat it."

At this time, three evil spirits flew into the air, and the blood ghost baby in a skirt said grimly: "My master said to eat, so I must eat, what a long-winded one."

Once the evil spirit appeared, the villagers did not dare to be hypocritical.

So, out of the 8 grilled fish, four were distributed to the villagers, and the remaining four, Jiang Yeming had three, and the little friend had one.

Don't think Xiao Yeming is stingy!
This is a large fish weighing several tons. Even if the internal organs are removed and the water is roasted, each fish weighs more than a hundred catties. Except for him, a super big eater, no one can eat the whole fish.

Immediately, the celebration banquet began. Hundreds of villagers sat around together, eating delicious food with tears in their eyes, looking forward to a better life in the future.

ah oh!Jiang Yeming was full.Throwing a few fish skeletons aside, she comfortably lay down on the vampire baby with her bulging belly and fell asleep.

The friends looked at each other and each found a place to rest.

The vampire baby under the head showed a strange look, and whispered in a voice that he could only hear: "True temperament, unrivaled force, such a rare master, I still don't run away."

Strange records on the bank of the Yellow River: "The fifty miles down the Sanmen Gorge are all longevity villages. The villagers rarely get sick, and the villages are very harmonious. Every family enshrines a statue of a child named 'Killing Fish Fairy Boy'."