Wolf King

Xiao Yun was awakened by Xun Xun, and he smelled a very indescribable smell in a daze... This smell seemed to be the stench from a drawer of underwear that had been worn for at least half a year and then fermented for half a year and accumulated for more than three months. The unthrown kitchen garbage violently collided, and the ecstasy chemical reaction produced, holding hands, rushed into his nose. In just a moment, Xiao Yun's nose was about to rot - the same thing that almost rotted was his head. Sensitive nerves, the overly pungent stench is poisonous, so intense that it almost didn't smash his brains.

The strong desire to survive prompted Xiao Yun to jump up suddenly, cover his nose and run towards the direction where the faint light could be seen in his eyes. There was a muffled tearing sound of "stab--", Xiao Yun felt as if he had smashed through a thick layer. Crude and greasy leather, when he breathed in the fresher air and finally came back to life, he heard the sound of "booming and clattering" behind him. The whole tent has collapsed...

"...What is this, a dilapidated house?!"

Xiao Yun was surprised, who would be so wicked to put him in a dilapidated room, if he didn't run fast, who would be the one who crushed Xun to death?

Xiao Yun, who was a little scared and a little angry, turned his gaze to the surroundings—well, he wronged that cheap uncle, and there was not a single row of sloping tents surrounded by a circle on the flat ground that was half the size of the community. It's not shaky up there.

"It's scarier than the slums in Brazil. Hey..." Xiao Yun's mouth started to twitch after scanning casually. The current situation of this tribe seems to be even worse than what he saw in the memory of the original owner. The number of tents is at least three points less. For one thing, the wool felt tarpaulins of each family are also more dilapidated. Most importantly, there are not many pottery, wooden utensils and dried cheese that can represent the wealth of the grassland people in the tribe.

The collapsed tent alarmed the people left behind, and a person quickly walked out of a square-top tent built with wooden frames more than ten meters away.When the man saw Xiao Yun, he was pleasantly surprised: "You woke up, Ah Yun, and Ah Shan asked me to watch you..." Seeing the collapsed tent, the surprise turned into shock, "Why did your house collapse?!"

Ayun is the original owner's name, and Ashan is the original owner's uncle's name. Xiao Yun was stunned for a moment to understand the meaning of this person's words, and also recognized this person: there is another Mi Chong in the tribe besides the original owner Ayun. , The human wanderer drifting over from the southern inland sea.

In fact, this human wanderer is also a middle-aged male, and he is considered the main labor force in the human area, but on the grassland... His survival ability is worse than that of the snow werewolf in his childhood, and he belongs to the kind that will die if he is targeted by wild beasts. Therefore, when the snow wolves are grazing, hunting and working, he usually stays with the original owner to watch the house.

Hmm... Even so, the original owner is very alienated from this human being, and he doesn't even remember his name. Xiao Yun suspects that the original owner may suffer from autism, depression or something... Anyway, the original owner never talked to this human being, so he simply He just looked at each other silently, so as not to reveal his secrets—he had already thought about it carefully during his return to the tribe. The snow werewolf was careless and out of his mind. Humans mixed in with the snow werewolves will do.

A human wanderer with an unshaven beard, messy chicken coop hair, and messy clothes and fabrics tied to his body is highly similar to Brother Sharp. As expected, this guy is used to Ayun ignoring him. As an outsider, I went to rummage through Ayun's ruined home: "Probably it was too rough when it was built, but luckily it didn't hurt you. Where have you been, Ayun, people in the tribe are very worried about you, Although Ah Shan is very happy that you hunted a big-horned deer by yourself, I can see that Ah Shan doesn't want you to go out alone... Ah, great, the clay pot is only missing a horn, and it is not broken."

The Snow Werewolf Tribe is willing to keep Brother Xili all the time. Besides the generosity of the Snow Werewolf, this Brother Xili naturally also has his advantages. Two bundles of animal-like skins and a small jar of green salt—after sorting these important items and putting them aside, Brother Xi Li greeted Xiao Yun intimately: "I am helping you with the horned deer you hunted, first Come to my tent and I'll get you something to eat."

Xiao Yun raised his head and glanced at Brother Xili's tent not far away. Among the sloping tents, his square-top tent built with wooden frames was the most conspicuous. My sharp brother, although the appearance of this guy is also very bohemian... At least his body smell is not as strong as the uncle Ashan he has seen. Thinking that human beings should not have the immunity of the snow werewolf living in the garbage dump, Xiao Yun nodded. .

Brother Xili seemed very happy, Xiao Yun thought that this might be because Ah Yun, who was always staying with him, was willing to talk to him for the first time... The original owner, the autistic child, had no one left.

Entering Brother Sharp's tent, combined with the memory of the original owner and the situation in the tent, Xiao Yun understands how this buddy is like a duck to water in the Snow Werewolf tribe. The prey that arrived were burned off and even the belt meat was eaten. Only the cowhide and sheepskin that was specially saved and traded with the caravan could be preserved.As for this human buddy, he probably used to work as a cobbler. After he came, the fur production of this snow werewolf tribe doubled...

"This is the buckskin you hunted, the pattern is very beautiful." Brother Xili entered the tent and sat down, and immediately showed the deerskin he just peeled to Xiao Yun, "The back is very complete, such a deerskin is processed After it is finished, at least several pairs of buckskin boots and buckskin gloves can be made, which can be sold at a good price...just this piece of skin can be exchanged for at least a small bag of green salt!"

There were no stools in the tent, so Xiao Yun could only imitate the other party and sit cross-legged on the fur on the floor. Fortunately, after returning to the tribe, I don’t know if it was his uncle or someone who put on a pair of fur shorts for him, otherwise it would be terrible to sit naked ...Looking at the little expression on this buddy's face begging for praise, Xiao Yun pondered what reaction he should give, Xiao Yun nodded to express his happiness.

Brother Xi Li really likes this, he happily put the deerskin on top of the pile of furs waiting to be processed in the corner, and added firewood and clay pots for Xiao Yun to make food...

"Fortunately, the autistic child of the original owner is reticent, and he can accept me if I don't say anything." Xiao Yun was determined in his heart, and felt that the wave was stable, so he pondered how to make this person understand that he was almost thirsty. When the smoke came out, he stared at the wooden bucket filled with water in the tent.

Brother Xi Li swiftly threw firewood into the burning fire with charcoal...

Xiao Yun: "..."

Alright, this guy doesn't look like the kind of guy who has nothing to do all day long and thinks too much. Xiao Yun simply walked to the bucket, lifted the lid, picked up the bucket and poured it wildly... He actually wanted to be more reserved and don't get too excited. Conspicuous, the moment he sees the water, he can't care about anything.

Hiccupping and sitting back again, Brother Xi Li was busy with him as expected... Also, he was already begging for a living with the Snow Werewolf, and he hadn't seen anything else.

With the pain of asking for trouble, Xiao Yun silently observed the cooking level of this buddy, and then saw... This guy set up a washbasin-sized earthenware pot, filled it with water, and directly threw a hoofed pot into it. The deer legs that have not been completely removed from the mud...

Xiao Yun: "..." Hold back, hold back!Don't show your stuff, don't show your timidity!

Brother Xili dragged out a leather bag from the pile of furs, pulled it directly to the fire, grabbed a handful of black beans from the leather bag, and sprinkled them into the pottery pot.

The moment Xiao Yun saw the bag of black beans, a very strange but familiar memory appeared in his mind. This was a rare time that belonged to the original owner and "he could come in handy"—every spring, the Snow Werewolf would also carry out At this time, the original owner will go to the fields owned by the tribe to sow together with other people... Yes, it is sowing, not farming. The snow werewolves do not have the talent for planting at all. Sprinkle black bean seeds on the flat land that has been extensively burned, and wait for a few months before harvesting...

Xiao Yun couldn't help lowering his head, and slapped himself on the forehead—what a purely natural slash-and-burn cultivation, I've only seen it in history books before, and now I have the opportunity to experience it for myself... Fuck!Thousands of Chinese who can grow vegetable gardens on their balconies are about to piss off! !

"Ayun, are you hungry?" Brother Sharp glanced at Xiao Yun, then dragged out a leather bag from behind his pile of furs, grabbed a gray-white lump from inside and handed it over, "First Let's eat a piece of cheese, it will be cooked in a while."

Xiao Yun looked in horror at the piece of cheese that Brother Xili had grabbed. He knew what the cheese from the Snow Werewolf Tribe was. It was goat’s milk that was boiled vigorously until it was very thick. , if there is sugar, I will add some to it, if there is no sugar, add green salt, this kind of cheese can be stored for a long time, it is a kind of dry food... The problem is that the storage time is very long - the piece that Brother Xili grabbed casually Cheese, Xiao Yun saw that there seemed to be some kind of worm wriggling in the hole inside...

"Ugh...vomit!"

That's great, there's nothing to vomit in my stomach... no, it's even more disgusting when my stomach acid turns up!

"Ah, I forgot that you don't eat cheese, Ayun." Brother Sharp quickly withdrew his hand.

"..." Xiao Yun burst into tears silently, but luckily the human setup didn't collapse...

After the season of cheese, Brother Xi Li worked harder to add firewood to cook the deer leg... Xiao Yun didn't really want to complain about the painful operation of stuffing the whole deer leg in this way and only cooking half of it. After all, iron tools are scarce on the grassland. The Snow Werewolf has to rely on his own sharp claws to cut meat and chop firewood. He doesn't have such a magical tool as a kitchen knife—Brother Sharp, who shoulders the heavy responsibility of making leather for the tribe, only has half a handful that the tribe paid for him. A palm-width skinning knife.

But when Brother Xili took out the jar of green salt and added salt to the pottery pot with a cherished look, Xiao Yun still felt the pain in the egg again—the salt used by the Snow Werewolf was made from cattle and sheep. In exchange for a human caravan, a strong four-year-old bent-horned ox (from the memory of the original owner, Xiao Yun thinks it is some kind of yak variant) can be exchanged for such a bag of green salt the size of a fist, which Xiao Yun and his uncle share. There is also such a can in the collapsed home.

Then the price seems to be frightening to the Chinese people, the sky-high green salt, it is so different from the salt that the Chinese people understand... This thing is actually green and black, at first glance At first glance, it is almost no different from black mud and slag...

Watching Brother Xili finish adding salt, then cover the salt jar again and carefully put it back, Xiao Yun had only one thought going back and forth in his mind: Hell, purgatory on earth, the evil crossing of the evil primitive society—he especially Well, what heinous thing did you do to be exiled here?Can you give him a chance to reflect and let him return to modern times and continue to be his working dog? !

"Okay, it's done." Brother Xi Li moved the fork to observe the deer's hooves outside the clay pot, held the part of the deer's hooves to lift up the deer's legs, shook the soup on it, and handed it to Xiao Yun with a smile, " Let's eat, Ayun."

"..." Xiao Yun stared at the steaming deer leg with at least half of it raw inside, and his heart was full of crap again——Okay, okay, he won't complain about the nanny, Brother Sharp, everything is a snow werewolf The wrong way to eat boldly!

"Wait." Xiao Yun raised his hand firmly. He couldn't keep up with his self-closing style of painting. "The wild vegetables I brought back, um, where are the bags of plants tied to the deer's legs?"

"Did you bring that back, Ayun?" Brother Sharp asked doubtfully.

"Yes!" Xiao Yun nodded repeatedly.

"A-Shan asked me to throw it away. I haven't had time to throw it away...it's outside the tent. I'll get it for you." Brother Xi Li stuffed the deer leg into Xiao Yun's hand, got up and walked out.

Xiao Yun's egg hurts holding this thing, who cares about how well cooked it is when eating boiled white meat...Look around, let's do it, Brother Sharp's tent is relatively clean, but it's impossible to find a cutting board, he I had no choice but to make it simple, and found a thicker piece of firewood to put the deer leg on, and then showed my nails, and cut the half-cooked deer leg meat into pieces—the snow werewolf's sharp claws were only one year long in human form. About one centimeter, too thick meat can't be cut, but it's okay to cut this kind of half-cooked meat.

Not long after, brother Xi Li came back with three bundles of wild vegetables that Xiao Yun specially wrapped with long grass poles. He was surprised to see that the upper half of the deer leg that Xiao Yun put aside was gone. I haven't seen it so fast. When I got closer, I found that the meat on the deer leg had been cut into pieces and put it back into the clay pot to cook. This human being who has lived in the snow werewolf tribe for several years is very confused...

Xiao Yun didn't explain to him, first put aside the plantains that can be used as herbal medicine and can be kept for seeds, then untied the bales of dandelions and gray vegetables, and picked out the weeds and dead leaves mixed in. [-]. Pinch off the old part of the dandelion, then lift the leftover water to wash off the sediment, and add the dry water to the pot.

"This, Ah Yun?" Brother Sharp was startled, he looked like he wanted to grab Xiao Yun who was throwing grass into his flesh, he hesitated for a while but didn't dare, in human society he is a mature male, yes, it is recognized in the Snow Werewolf tribe Ayun, the weakest, was more than enough to beat him with one hand.

"Add more salt." Xiao Yun estimated the amount of vegetables and meat, and urged.

Brother Xili looked at him silently and resentfully for a while, then silently went to get the salt jar.

The venison had been boiled for a long time, and after being cut into pieces, it was cooked through after a while. Xiao Yun found a twig of suitable thickness from the firewood pile, cut it into two pieces and used it as chopsticks, and stabbed the piece of meat. After confirming the heat, I couldn't wait... I picked up a chopsticks of cooked gray vegetables and dandelions, blew them twice, and stuffed them into my mouth beautifully.

"?!" Brother Sharp looked in shock at the two wooden sticks in Xiao Yun's hand, and then at Xiao Yun who was eating grass with an expression of enjoyment, his jaw almost fell to the ground.