I am a primitive

After hearing so many miraculous things, all made by the wise god son, Han Cheng's tall, majestic, intelligent and wise image has been established in the hearts of those who have never been to the Qingque tribe in the Linfeng tribe. get up...

The team went all the way and came to the residence of the Wind Tribe.

The people in the Feng Tribe were treated the same as those in the Neighboring Wind Tribe. They took off the skins they had wrapped in the past and replaced them with tanned skins from the Qingque Tribe. The sledge of the Qingque tribe followed the team on the ice and snow.

Those who are young, or those who are not in good health, and those who are holding children are arranged to sit on the sledge, so that they don't have to step on the snow with one deep foot and one shallow foot.

This kind of treatment dissipated all the worries in the hearts of the weak in the Feng Tribe that the Qingque Tribe would treat the weak too harshly.

Next, after seeing the snow house and drinking the wine that will become hot in the mouth, the people of the Wind Tribe who migrated in this way for the first time were completely relieved, and they were very happy about the upcoming Qing Dynasty. The sparrow tribe and the new life that is about to start have also become looking forward to.

The leader of the Wind Tribe was also wrapped in tanned leather and followed the people in the team, stepping on the snow all the way.

The swelling on his face has not completely disappeared, and he still has some strong resistance to going to the Qingque tribe, but when his eyes fall on the shoes worn by the old primitive man, he dare not show any resistance When he came out, he could only follow the crowd obediently and go to the Qingque tribe, which in his opinion was not kind at all...

Compared with the past, the Qingque tribe under the heavy snowfall has a little more tranquility and ease, and a little less busyness.

Even though the people in the tribe were screamed and screamed by Han Cheng through the previous sports meeting, but due to the climate, the things that everyone can do are limited, so they still seem relatively leisurely.

In leisure time, there are two things that are most comfortable to do.

One is to sleep quietly and ignore everything, the kind that sleeps until you wake up naturally.

The second is, after waking up, calmly go to make some delicious food, and eat slowly.

Hot pot is the best food in winter. It is snowy outside and the wind is cold, but the room is warm like spring.

The orange flame under the stove was beating, the soup in the clay pot was bubbling, white tofu, yellow bean sprouts, and green cabbage were rolling gently in it.

Bursts of white air rose continuously with the tumbling of the soup, permeating the room. Around the table was a circle of people holding chopsticks, their foreheads covered with sweat.

"It will be more comfortable if you eat it with some Fu (pei) Ling mustard. It will relieve the tiredness even if it is refreshing."

After Han Cheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, he sucked his numb lips stimulated by the pepper, and said with some regret.

"Son of God, then you can get some out and eat..."

The witch on the side put a piece of tofu that had been boiled for a long time into his mouth, sucked his breath, and took a long time to eat it, then looked at Han Cheng and said expectantly.

From Shenzi's tone and demeanor, Wu could see Shenzi's longing.

Usually, the things that can make Shenzi yearn for are very rare and delicious. Wu really hopes that Shenzi can get out the Fuling pickled mustard that he has heard of for the first time, so that he can follow Shenzi to taste it. Just what a wonderful taste of very unusual food.

The Senior Senior Brother and the Second Senior Brother who were eating together around the table also raised their heads and looked at their Son of God expectantly.

However, this time they were destined to be disappointed.

Han Cheng put a piece of boiled mutton with chopsticks into his mouth, and sighed with regret while chewing: "I can't afford it, this Fuling mustard is like tea eggs, it is an extremely precious, extremely Luxurious things, our tribe can't afford them at all."

"Hi~!"

"Hi~!"

Immediately after Han Cheng's words fell, there was a series of gasps in the room.

Wu, senior brother and others all looked at their god son in shock, forgot to chew the food in their mouths, and the chopsticks in the hands of the second senior brother fell to the ground in shock by the explosive news.

It can't be blamed that they haven't seen the world make a fuss, but the news is indeed too surprising.

They have all heard about tea eggs. According to Shenzi, they are a god-level delicacy and an extremely luxurious thing.

Two pigs and one sheep in the tribe can't be exchanged for a small tea egg!

Now, the Fuling pickled mustard that Shenzi mentioned is actually on the same level as tea eggs, and can be classified as an equivalent luxury. How can this not surprise them?

After being surprised like this for a while, Wu closed his long mouth, then lowered his head and ate quietly, sending mutton rolls, tofu, and fried tofu strips into his mouth with all his might.

He decided to gag his mouth with food and stop himself from talking.

As for Fuling mustard mustard, what he said just now was all as if he hadn't said it.

What Shenzi said was not wrong at all, they really couldn't afford Fuling pickled mustard, which was as luxurious as tea eggs.

Not only did Wu quiet down, but the rest of the elder brothers who came back to their senses one after another from the shock also followed Wu's example, eating silently with their heads down, and not talking.

They were all shocked by what Shenzi said about the luxury of Fuling mustard.

Even the second senior brother, who likes to eat the most among the crowd, immediately gave up eating Fuling mustard when he heard Han Cheng say that the food was actually linked to tea eggs.

They really can't afford such a luxury, not only can't afford it, they can't even think about it now.

In the originally lively room, after Han Cheng sacrificed the extravagant Fuling pickled mustard, it became quiet all of a sudden. Send mutton rolls to suppress the surprise.

After Han Cheng chewed and swallowed the mutton roll, he recalled the Fuling pickled mustard that cost one yuan a pack, and he couldn't help but sighed deeply.

He really can't afford this thing now, because he doesn't even have a dollar with him...

After the high-level dinner of the Qingque Tribe ended today, the name of Fuling mustard began to spread among the Qingque tribe.

After hearing that this kind of food is as precious as tea eggs, the people of the Qingque tribe who heard about this kind of food for the first time gasped in shock.

After a period of development, Fuling mustard has become a term used by the Qingque tribe to describe something that is too precious to be used. It represents a top-notch luxury, even surpassing Tea eggs!

"Son of God! Son of God!"

Han Cheng was lying on the edge of the kang, holding a small rattle in his hand, shaking it back and forth, teasing his white and fat girl, when suddenly a series of hurried shouts sounded outside, accompanied by There was also the sound of hurried footsteps, approaching from far away.

Han Cheng's heart skipped a beat when he was touched by such a movement, and the first thought in his mind was what happened in the tribe again!

Immediately, he handed the rattle to Xiao Wandou's hand, and walked outside the door in three steps.

At this time, some people who were running out of breath had already arrived.

This person is Qingcao. Now she and several other people have almost become the full-time cooks of the Qingque tribe. The normal diet of the tribe is basically handled by them alone.

What is the meaning of Qingcao rushing here at this moment?Could it be that there was a fire in the kitchen?

With this thought, Han Chengcheng quickly turned his head and looked in the direction of the dining hall.

It was as quiet as before, and there was no scene of billowing smoke as imagined.

This relieved Han Cheng a lot. As long as the kitchen didn't catch fire, the rest of the matter would be easy to talk about.

"what happened?"

Han Cheng looked at the running panting grass and asked.

"I...I, bean...tofu, eat..."