The rain fell on the ground, and the grass that only came out of the soil after it was wet.

This grass seed was buried too deep, and it was difficult to take root and sprout from the soil. However, half a month ago, this place that was originally burned by the fire and turned into a dead land was carefully plowed. The grass seeds were lucky enough to come to the surface of the soil, and finally got rain and dew from the sky, bones and human blood from the soil, and happily sprouts.

And under the root system of this tender grass, there are thick corpses and wood ash. It can be imagined that within hundreds of years, the wild grasses will grow extremely lush on this seemingly flat mountain peak platform.

A tall man sat cross-legged among the buds of the newborn grass. In front of him was a vermilion food box. The lid was opened and there was a kind of meat inside. It was a beast fetus picked from the uterus of some kind of strange beast. It had a slight ridge on the top, its limbs looked like tiger claws, and its body looked like a horse. The beast fetus had been steamed by milk, and it was slightly oozing with blood, making it look extremely white and tender.

Holding the chopsticks, he cut a piece of meat from the tenderest part of the box of milk steamed animal fetus. The man put the animal meat into his mouth, chewed it carefully for a while, and swallowed it with satisfaction. Then he picked up the jade silver pot next to the food box and gave the bright red wine to his mouth.

Looking at the peak of the pavilion where there was once a pavilion but only the new grass left in the earth-gray hair, the man with slightly rust hair seemed to be very happy. With a smile, the high nose with the characteristics of the Western Qiang tribe raised high, and the tip of the nose curled like an eagle beak was facing the sky.

Behind them, two black-clothed officials wearing cages stood silently, with black air around their feet, half-sinking and half-floating, and they could not see their shoes. Behind them, countless soldiers with magnificent figures were waiting.

The man with a hook-nosed nose had no subordinates behind him. He scratched a piece of tender and fragrant tender flesh with the tip of his chopsticks, dipped it in a small plate filled with ginger juice and plum vinegar, and put it into his mouth to chew it slowly.

After a moment, he sighed with regret: "The beast fed on tigers, leopards, jackals, and the flesh of the beast is not worthy of mouth, but the fetus of the beast is a rare treasure. Unfortunately, compared to the taste of the ancient auspicious beast bloodline, the taste of the fetus of the beast is just like this."

The "Shan Hai Jing" records that there is a strange beast in Zhongqu Mountain. It looks like a horse and has a one-horn on the top, with tiger teeth and tiger claws, and feeds on hunting and killing tigers, leopards and jackals. In the wilderness, the great witches tamed this strange beast as a war weapon. However, since the Emperor Zhuanxu of Heaven and Heaven and the Heavenly Emperor and the Heavenly Emperor and the Heavenly Emperor, cut off human-god interactions, this strange beast has almost become a species. But I didn't expect that in this mountain, there are still people who use the fetus of this strange beast as a rare delicacy.

He drank another sip of bright red wine as blood. The man with eagle-hooked nose raised the wine pot and poured out the mellow wine from the jade silver pot, and wet the green grass buds in front of him. He said to the sky with a little desolate expression: "I wish my stupid guest who wanted to kill the geese but was pecked by the geese."

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The air in the morning was slightly dry, but it was not cool. The morning light fell on the adobe house next to the road, and there was a bright pink and yellow color.

For the young man Xiao Huo, he has been seeing such a scenery for more than ten years, and it has become nothing strange. He is busy making stoves and setting up a big pot. The raging tongues on the dry firewood make him sweat on his forehead, so he has no mood to see the unchanging scenery outside the city for more than ten years.

The stove fire is ready, and the master cooked the night before until it was 50% mature and then sliced ​​into thin strips of sheep intestines and other sheep distills into a clean water pot. Without him asking, the master would come out of the small bedroom.

The master was about thirty years old, with a black face and a ox-like tendon meat, like a veteran who retreated from the battlefield. However, this veteran-like master had a good skill in making soup. Passengers who had come to him to eat mutton soup all praised his soup for freshness and fragrant ingredients. Some customers who went to the merchants had eaten their mutton soup once, and they would also come back next time when they went to the merchants, and they might have to bring more people.

So even if the city gate is open for more than an hour, there are still customers from afar who are willing to come to the front door of his shop early to sit. Even if you don’t drink soup, it is good to smell the famous fragrance from far away.

A crisp bridle ringing sounded in the driveway, and a donkey cart stopped at the door of their shop.

The green donkey who was pulling the cart looked quite small, but the fur was still smooth and smooth, looking like satin. The green donkey had a circle of white iron covered with fine patterns on its neck, which was so silver that it was not rust or scratched.

There were light green curtains hanging around the car, with some incomprehensible black patterns embroidered. The stitches were so thin that I had never seen them before.

There must be a noble man in the car.

The person who drove the car was a handsome boy in black shirt. The short black shirt was embroidered with silver thread on the collar and cuffs. This was not a coachman, he was just a young man from a wealthy family.

But the handsome boy reported to the car: "Teacher, the county seat of Zhangye County, Heishui City has arrived."

He then heard a man in the car smile and said, "Ayan, Hei Shui City was the name of the Huns when they set up a city. According to the name of the Han Dynasty, it should be the name of the city."

As the man said, he lifted the curtain and jumped out of the car. However, he was a young man wearing a golden Taoist uniform and a long sword on his back. He looked like he could only be regarded as the eldest brother of a handsome boy who was driving the car, but he didn't look like a teacher.

The man complained as soon as he got off the car: "The monk Bianji said he wanted to find a Buddhist holy land to practice Buddhism, but he ran away with a commission. Without his help, he could only buy a pair of embroidered talisman curtains from Feng Yue to prevent the bastards from spying more and more frequently. It was a hard work to go west from Guanzhong!"

He said as he reached out and pulled a girl in a white shirt out of the car. He turned his head and said to Xiao Huo, who was already a little dazed, and said, "Do you sell mutton soup in your store? Anyway, you will have a while to leave the city, so you can serve four bowls of mutton soup."

Xiao Huo was stunned for a moment. The master behind him had already pushed him apart with one hand and nodded silently. He uncovered the lid of the pot, put out four bowls of mutton soup, prepared the seasonings, and sprinkled with freshly cut green onions and minced coriander, and brought it to the small table under the shed at the front of the door.

The magician nodded and watched the girl beside him take three embroidered mats and put them in place before taking her seat.

However, Xiao Huo couldn't understand that such a temperament and such clothes were all noble people, but they had to eat their own mutton soup?
Chapter completed!