The Daily Life of the Dragon Daddy

Gongyang Xinghan also knew a little bit about it, and he felt complacent about having caused this situation: "I'm a celebrity now anyway."

That is, the influence of celebrities is relatively high, and many high-level officials know about it, but they dare not tell the subordinates.

Because the most recognized martial powers on the mainland are basically saint-level powerhouses. Of course, there is a reason why the names of demigods are always broken. What's more, it is because saint-level powerhouses are more common, and demigods... only appear once in thousands of years. , and the demigod almost doesn't care about world affairs, and is even more low-key than the holy powerhouse, so everyone has to pay attention secretly, and dare not really publicize it blatantly.

Who knows what kind of temper these strong men have?

Moreover, Abraham was once hunted down, and his path to success was very... dramatic.

The speed of his cultivation made many people daunted, and some even suspected that he was pretending, maybe some old monster, pretending to be tender to play with others.

And his identity as a Knight of the Golden Dragon King...

Anyway, no one dares to provoke him now.

"Celebrity, can I have fish soup at night?" Sweaty BMW drooled at the big fat fish swimming leisurely in the water.

"Yes!" Gongyang Xinghan used a little magic to fish out the fish in the water.

A large pot of fish soup was boiled.

The little dragon cubs still like fish soup very much. They like everything except vegetables.

The others were all surprised when they saw Gongyang Xinghan cooking by himself. One of them, who was obviously a great magician, said to his friend, "It's the first time I've seen such a master cook by himself." .”

His friend was even more interesting: "It's also the first time I've seen such a master eating."

Gongyang Xinghan's hearing is so good, he can hear it all!

If you don't cook for yourself, how can you feed the little dragon cubs?

If he doesn't eat by himself, do he need someone to feed him?

He's not the kind of person who can't take care of himself.

Seeing Gongyang Xinghan feeding soup to the little dragon cubs, everyone thought it was a pet, only a few people had a thoughtful look in their eyes. , If you don’t want to stay overnight in a big city, it’s good to just camp outside.

After continuing on the road, Gongyang Xinghan found that the road was quite smooth.

However, there were very few cities in the Mongolian Yuan Empire, and what they encountered on this day was a nomadic group.

More than 20 middle-aged men rode fast horses to drive cattle and sheep, several mobile houses similar to yurts, and more than 30 women with children.

This is one big family.

When Gongyang Xinghan arrived, the elders in the family warmly welcomed him and presented him with a pure white scarf. Gongyang Xinghan understood it as a different world version of "hata".

"Dear guest, welcome to the Mengyuan Empire." The old man's face was full of mulberry, but his eyes were full of wisdom.

The old man could tell that this one looked like a nobleman.

"Thank you." Gongyang Xinghan lowered his head and asked the old man to put the white gauze around his neck.

The old man happily grinned open his mouth with one missing front tooth: "This is my home, the old man Uri Tanasun, this is my eldest son Bayar, my second son Baturu, my third son Battar, and my fourth son Bazar."

Gongyang Xinghan looked at these four men who were stronger and thicker than the last, and smiled: "They are all warriors on the grassland."

Mr. Wu Ritanashun was even happier: "My eldest son's name means great joy. I was so happy when his mother gave birth to him! The second son means warrior. He is not the eldest son. I hope he When he grows up in the future, if I am not around, he will have to work hard on his own after the family is separated; the third son, Battelle, weighed eight catties at birth, and he practiced martial arts very quickly when he was a child, so I hope he will become a hero, Grassland He is a hero in the world; the fourth son was born when his mother was going to the market, and she was terrified at the time, this kid really came at a bad time."

The youngest son, Bazar, grinned: "But my mother loves me the most."

"That's right, you can talk since you were a child, and you made your grandma happy. Of course she's attracted to you." Mr. Wu Ritanasun was helpless to his younger son. The old woman protected him, and he also felt that the younger son was born. When he was young, he was thin and small. Although he has grown into a big boy now, he can't help but treat him like that little baby.

"You really have a happy family." Gongyang Xinghan could see that the old man was very proud of having four capable sons.

"Yes, please come to my house and enjoy our roasted sheep and cows. Our family has the best milk tea kumiss and the fattest sheep!"

When he heard "the fattest sheep", Sweaty BMW swallowed in embarrassment, because he had visually checked that the fattest sheep here was really in their sheep pen.

"Okay!" Gongyang Xinghan readily accepted their invitation.

For Gongyang Xinghan, who came out to meet either nobles or the royal family, or the royal family, or masters, strong people, he prefers this kind of life that goes with the situation, a bit like traveling by car, where to eat and where to live. Where, communicate with the people there, and see their happy lives.

Compared with this kind of civilian hospitality, he hated those noble dinners even more.

He is willing to enter here to have a warm dinner with the old man, and he is not willing to feast and feast with those hypocritical nobles.

There are eight tents in the old man's home and more than a dozen small tents.

The largest luxury tent in the middle is where the old man lives with his wife Tana, the surrounding eight big tents are for the son and grandchildren who are married, and the small tent is where the grandsons and granddaughters who are not married live .

Tana is an old woman, not as particular as the noble lady. When she saw the guests coming, she took her daughter-in-law and granddaughters to kill the sheep.

The grandchildren are grazing and have not come back for a while.

The four sons were tending horses nearby, and they hurried back when they saw guests coming.

In fact, I was afraid that the nobles who came would find fault with me. My family is just an ordinary herdsman.

This is the style of the Mongolian Yuan Empire. As long as the civilians are brave, they can still beat the nobles with black noses and swollen faces.

When Gongyang Xinghan saw the yurt, he still had a little bit of intimacy: "When I came here, I passed by the wild wolf tribe, where they are..."

He chatted with the old man about the wolf tribe and the mad cow disease there.

"So you were the one who introduced that method?" Old man Uri Tanasun said happily, "Our cows also have that kind of disease, but they were cured at the beginning, very quickly, and there was no loss at all. It is said that this is the God of Animal Shepherd's care for us."

Hearing him mention the "God of Animal Husbandry", Gongyang Xinghan was stunned.

Thinking of the appearance of my fourth cousin... I shivered!

At this time, someone brought hot milk tea.

It is a young girl, wearing the costumes of the Mongolian Yuan Empire, not luxurious, but very clean, with a small apple face, red and healthy.

The two big eyes seem to be able to talk, but there are some sticks on her hands, which proves that she is not a spoiled girl.

"This is my granddaughter, Qimuge." The old man Uritanashun said with a smile, "Try the milk tea she brewed, it's good."

Gongyang Xinghan took a sip: "Salty milk tea?"

"Yes!" Wu Ritanasun said, "Salt is a good thing on the grassland. His Majesty the emperor of our empire has a great vision. He opened a salt farm at Qinghai Lake, which is great."

Qinghai Lake!

Gongyang Xinghan took a sip of the salty milk tea: "It's well brewed."

"Hahahaha... I just said that you will like it." After the old man Wu Ritanasun finished speaking, another little girl came in, who was smaller than the Qimuge just now.

"This is my second granddaughter, Qiqige." Old man Uritanashun took a piece of milk tofu from the silver plate brought by the little girl to Gongyang Xinghan: "Try the milk tofu made by my old lady, it's delicious It's on."

Gongyang Xinghan took a sip, the milky aroma was rich and the flavor was good.

The little girl not only brought milk tofu, but also yogurt.

Gongyang Xinghan thought of the many fruits in the space, so he took some out: "Cut it into pieces, put it in yogurt, it's delicious."

"Is this fruit?" Old man Wu Ritanashun took it happily: "Okay, Qiqige, let your grandma cut it."

"Hey!" The little girl agreed crisply, took a small basket of fruit and left, while Bazar carried the other two big baskets of fruit out of the tent.

There are a lot of people in the family, so many fruits are enough.

Gongyang Xinghan learned the meaning of the names of his two granddaughters from the old man, one means flower and the other means stamen.The meaning is very good.

However, at this moment, his eldest son Bayar came in: "Abba, your horse can talk!"

Gongyang Xinghan sprayed milk tea in one sip!

The co-authors didn't know that beasts could talk!

"Ah?" Old man Wu Ritanasun had some knowledge, and immediately said, "Is that a divine beast?"

He also asked Gongyang Xinghan a question.

"It's a divine beast, but he likes to eat grass, so he will find it himself." Gongyang Xinghan wiped his mouth calmly: "Don't worry about it."

"But he picked a sheep in the sheep pen and said he was going to roast it..." Bayar had a headache: "He... um... horses also eat meat?"

"Why can't horses eat meat?" The sweaty BMW shrunk in size and got in, riding on the horse were two children, a three-year-old and a five-year-old.

"Oh!" Old man Uri Tanasun climbed up: "These are my two little grandsons, how can they just ride a guest's horse casually?"

"Grandpa, this horse is small, and it's just right to ride." The five-year-old boy touched the sideburns of the horse, envious: "And it runs fast!"

Gongyang Xinghan also laughed: "Why do you have two little dolls?"

"You think I'm willing?" The Sweaty BMW was wronged: "If I don't take them with me, they'll just grab my tail..." Gongyang Xinghan laughed loudly. Who can force him?

It's just that the other party is a little doll, and he looks cute and chubby, which makes him fall in love with him. If he can't play, he can only be ridden for a stroll.

Moreover, these two children are chubby and a bit like little dragon cubs.

Is the kind of chubby feeling like.

"You two." Wu Ritana took out a silver comb from his pocket with a smile, and combed the horse's mane for the bloody horse. The old man has served his mount for a lifetime. How to comb it in the natural way will make the horse feel Comfortable.

Mei's sweaty BMW bumped the two little guys and ran out to play again.

The atmosphere here was very relaxed, and Gongyang Xinghan couldn't help but relax his nerves. The old man's family quickly brought fruit yogurt and some dried fruits.

Gongyang Xinghan enjoyed the atmosphere here very much, he took the little dragon cubs out of the space and let them play in the huge tent.

Wu Ritanashun and the others had never seen such a pet before, because of its cute appearance, the family members even took advantage of the serving time to take a look at it.

Hand-caught mutton, roasted whole lamb, spicy beef, Gongyang Xinghan only fed some hand-caught mutton to the little dragon cubs, this is stewed, and the taste is particularly good.

After Gongyang Xinghan fed the little dragon cubs, sure enough, after cleaning them up, they rolled on the mat happily, and they felt happy, and their noses were bubbling.

It's just that Gongyang Xinghan didn't dare to feed the Golden Dragon King because he was a deep sleeper and couldn't chew.

"These little things are really good." The old man Wu Ritanasun squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Do you want to drink kumiss?"

Hearing the word "milk", the little guys turned to look at the smiling old man.