At the easternmost end of the Novosiacis Mountains is a fertile grassland of hundreds of square kilometres, and after 70 kilometers southeast of the edge of the grassland, you will reach the foot of the northern foothills of the Pai Plateau.On the night of early spring in September, a southeast trade wind blows, making this prairie extremely cold.A few bonfires were lit in the camp, and most of the people in the caravan sat around them, which was a rare moment of relaxation.If you're lucky, you'll see the young dancers in the troupe running out to perform their new choreographed dances, and cheers will be heard everywhere, even if it's a few simple steps or a few simple songs, it doesn't matter, no one will be sarcastic or sarcastic, because then they will be kicked out of the camp by Lord Leipas, and they will never be allowed to come back until the campfire is burned out.Many of the riders wore thick sheepskin coats in winter, but the long winter and long journeys made the men in the caravan look like a bunch of stinky beggars, and the men would sit in two heaps, and Lord Payles would join in at this time to gossip, and he always had a faint smile on his face, and he had never seen him laugh even if there was anything funny, he was such a man of great measure.He will not dislike you, even if you have never taken a bath for more than a year, and the neckline and cuffs of your leather jacket are polished black and shiny, he will not frown, and will still talk to you cordially.The women of the dance troupe would also gather alone at this time, talking and laughing for dinner.They rarely sit with the men, and even if a dancer finds a concubine during this lonely journey, they will never dare to sit together openly at this time, and the lady of the dance company has always been very strict with this kind of thing, and she has always been the same in this dance company.Rules are always a simple constraint.It is only at dusk that the most famous dancers in the troupe will come out of the caravan, and it is said that in such a dance troupe of more than 300 people, there are more than 30 little girls called dancers.Uncle Fred has seen a great dancer named Xiuxiu, who is said to be beautiful all over his body, his skin is as tender as mutton fat and white jade, his eyes are like clear lake water, and his eyebrows are like the mountains at the northern foot of the Pai Plateau that fade into a line in the distance, these beautiful women only come out at night to breathe, and I have always wanted to find an opportunity to sneak into the dance troupe to see the beauties of this world, but I have never had the opportunity, and I don't dare to, for fear of being caught.Sometimes I really can't bear the consequences of making mistakes in the business group, and I cherish everything I have now.The women's dinner consisted of mutton soup and salad, and a browned wheat cake per person.The aroma of the broth and the smell of the broth came far away, as well as the tempting wheat cakes.In normal times, there will be people in the merchant group who can't stand the temptation of food, and exchange the copper plates on their bodies for some leftover food from the dance troupe.In this regard, the supreme leader of the dance company did not care much, and it was not too much for the women to exchange the saved food for some imperial copper plates.Tonight was definitely an exception, originally the dance company got some fresh antelope meat, which was received by the mercenaries during the day, and was given to the dance company by someone.Maybe it's just to get a smile from a certain dancer.It is not always possible to eat fresh meat on such a journey, even if it is a high-ranking dancer like Lord Pailes or those of high status.At each such dinner, the men of the merchant group would exchange the pitiful copper plate for bowls of hot and delicious broth, or the aromatic wheat cakes.But tonight was different, the men of the entire merchant group were munching on the rough black bread in their hands with relish, and the copper basin in front of each of them was full of stewed meat, and the crispy meat that had been stewed was mixed with the transparent and shiny vermicelli, and the sweet and salty aroma mixed with spices conquered almost everyone.Half a basin-sized piece of brown bread is eaten with a small pot of braised pork stewed vermicelli, which can almost make an adult man unable to move, and can only half-lie by the campfire and slowly savor the soft and smooth deliciousness.When the main course and bread filled their stomachs, and each person had a bowl of wild vegetable soup with a faint fragrance, the men of the merchant group drank the hot soup in large gulps, and sweat beads appeared on their foreheads, and this beautiful night did not seem so cold.The topic in the men's camp tonight was unified: a delicious dinner.The old orc of Kuru would sit quietly outside his tent, where a small coal stove would be lit, and the old man would sit on the edge with a stone pier, and there would always be a pot of herbal decoction on the stone stove, and at this time there would be a pot of braised pork stewed vermicelli on the stove, and I would have been unable to stuff even a grain of rice in my stomach, and Kuzi was even more lying on a hard cowhide mattress and humming, and old Kuru was like a weathered stone, sitting in front of the coal stove, and had been silent.He looked up at me for a long time, and there was a slight fluctuation in his cloudy yellow eyes, and then he asked me in orc language, "Is this what you came up with?"
”I honestly shook my head, looked at the steaming delicacy on the coal stove and said, "I don't know why."
It's like a taste in my memory, there is a pair of invisible hands that guide me all the time, I don't even have to think about it, I know how to make it, it's delicious, isn't it?
”I had to attribute it to God's guidance, and I really couldn't explain it, and I was a little embarrassed."
When I picked you up, you were that big."
Old Kuru spread his hand to about half a meter, and then said with a little recollection: "At that time, you couldn't even speak, whether it was imperial Chinese, orc, dwarf.I know you don't understand.At that time, your bone age told me that you were almost 5 years old, and I thought you were not very smart and did not know any language, and I even suspect that this is one of the reasons why you were abandoned. ”I didn't know what to say, I opened my mouth and the words got stuck in my throat, and I didn't make a sound after all."
Later, I found out that whether it is your bloodline talent, or your comprehension and learning ability, it is the best I have ever seen, and there is no one."
The undisguised admiration in Old Kuru's eyes made me a little ashamed, I cheated!"
Jiga, you brought this to us, do you know what it means to me and the orcs?"
Old Kuru's eyes were fixed on the oily braised pork stewed vermicelli on the tandoor, and he looked a little excited.Did he say braised pork or vermicelli, or this dish?
I'm completely confused, where is this?
No matter how good a dish is, what does it have to do with the orcs?
But recently the old Kuru has been mentioning my talent, which makes me a little excited, the bloodline is brought from the mother's womb, which shows that I was born with a higher starting point than others, this is like fighting monsters, others can't do it, brother can do it, there is more experience, and there is more equipment, and the upgrade is not rubbing up, and it looks like a good flow "Teacher!
I didn't actually do anything. ”I'll be honest, obviously I don't think I'm doing anything good, and I continued: "Actually, Kuz has helped me a lot, and we're glad that everyone recognized us. ”Although Kuzi couldn't move, he still nodded violently on the side, wanting to get the approval of old Kuru, and hurriedly said, "Master, I also have a lot of strength."
But then again, the noodles are really delicious.Jijia, you said this sweet potato" "Hey!
”This kid can't control his mouth after all!
The air froze instantly, and I felt a strong dizziness that was about to stop for a while, my chest was so tight that I couldn't breathe, and my heart stopped beating at this moment.Kuz's mouth was wide open, but he couldn't make any sound, and he and I were weirdly like a picture, completely frozen in this second.Old Kuru sat quietly in front of the clay hearth, his hands quickly knotted with all kinds of wonderful handprints, the faint blue light from between his fingers, forming a strange and complex picture in front of him, and he kept muttering the old orc language, I could distinguish his pronunciation clearly, but I had no idea what he was saying, as if he were praying.Oh, is that a circle?
Suddenly, I felt that the patterns formed by the faint blue light in front of old Kuru were like some complex array of patterns, and the faint blue light flowed slowly in it.It was a round hood like an upside-down bowl that enclosed our little camp, and the dark blue light array only appeared for a moment when it was formed, and then vanished, and Kuz and I recovered after the light array was gone.Kuzi continued with his mouth open without any strangeness: "How can it be so delicious?"
”Kuz wanted to continue, but was interrupted by Old Kuru's stern eyes and said, "Kuz, we can't say these words again, even if we communicate in orc language, we are not the only ones in the merchant group who can speak orc language."
Of course, I know that those delicious vermicelli are made from Jijia with sweet potatoes, and the method of making them is related to some application of herbalism.The simple way to extract sweet potato essence and turn it into another food is not something that those of us who have mastered pharmacy can't do, but we never thought of doing it.For a long time, mainstream societies such as human kingdoms, dwarf kingdoms, and elven dynasties did not accept lower plants as food, and sweet potatoes grew in large numbers on every inch of barren land in the Pai Plateau and Roland Continent, using their unique tenacious vitality to invade any place that could be invaded.The arrogant White Elves despise all underground creatures, and the human and dwarven worlds follow in the footsteps of the Elves, listing sweet potatoes and ghost mushrooms as foods that only slaves eat.Hey, if the people in the caravan knew that the vermicelli was made from sweet potatoes, you two boys would have been sent to the gallows.Those people don't care what I think, you two have already touched the laws of the human kingdom.My baby!
”I didn't know there would be such a statement, and I stared at Old Kuru with round eyes in surprise."
The monks in the temple of the kingdom of men believe that the sweet potato is a plant that desecrates the soul of people and makes people unclean and depraved.Hehe, it's ridiculous that some of the poorest orc tribes in our Pai Plateau still rely on sweet potatoes for their long winters.So these sweet potatoes were eaten only by slaves, except for the poor orcs.Unless life is at stake at the height of hunger and cold, it is a sin to eat sweet potatoes. ”Old Kuru's words made my back a little cold, and I really don't know if anyone in the caravan knew that I made these noodles with potatoes.Kuzi was also a little scared, and then asked Old Kuru a little incomprehensibly: "Grandpa, don't we usually have to eat some in winter, although this thing tastes a little worse, but it is hungry and thirst-quenching, isn't it good." ”It only then did it occur to me that Kuz was a child who grew up in the orc tribe after all, and there were many things that he didn't understand.Then I winked at old Kuru: "Actually, we didn't eat sweet potatoes!"
”At this time, old Kuru had a smile on his face: "We really don't!"
Those vermicelli are actually the most unique things that the beast gods have given us, they are actually a kind of food, unique to us orcs. ”"Yes, then Kuz and I gave these orc specialty vermicelli to the people in the caravan and had the most delicious dinner.But there weren't too many of them," I understood what old Kuru meant, and he lifted up the magic shield as fast as he could, telling us about the sweet potatoes and what the vermicelli meant to the orcs.Old Kuru said a bunch of things next.The Pai Plateau of the orcs is very large, and most of the orcs live a half-herding and half-nomadic life, but this kind of life is very unstable depending on God's face, if you can meet a large herd of sheep or cows, and follow the orc tribe behind them, they will obviously live well, they will not worry about food, every orc is a natural hand.But if some tribes lose their wild sheep herds and only live by eating the cattle and sheep of their own tribes, it is obvious that food is not enough, and the long winter will make the whole tribe face famine, so all along, this kind of sweet potatoes that grow everywhere have become the life-saving food for the orcs to survive the famine.No orc ever thinks there's anything wrong with eating sweet potatoes.The Pai Plateau, which the orcs occupy, did not produce much, but it was still self-sufficient.It's just that as the human caravans continued to enter the Pai Plateau, they brought cotton, hemp, all kinds of delicate iron daily necessities, wine that tasted like sweet springs, fine flour, and those enchanted weapons and equipment that were sought after by the orc nobles, these things exchanged for all kinds of rare metals and gold and silver raw ore accumulated by the orc tribe on the Pai Plateau for hundreds of years, and exchanged for a large number of demon antelope skins and low-grade medicinal herbs.I don't know when it began, Old Kuru found that the nobles in the orc tribe lived more and more luxuriously, and the ordinary orc tribe gradually became poor, and a large number of resources in exchange for luxury goods did not help the orc tribe, many orcs began to starve, and the inequality between the rich and the poor became more and more serious, which was a disaster and war for the orcs.When the shamans began to realize this problem, it was more than 20 years ago that the elder Kuru had been trying to study the question of how to exchange resources in a reciprocal manner, rather than being peacefully plundered by human dwarves and elves.Commerce was a big issue, and to the despair of Old Kuru, there was no interest in the output of the Pai Plateau, other than the rare metals of gold and silver ore, leather, and herbal orc slaves.This is also why Old Kuru has followed the human caravan all these years, willing to be an orc witch doctor, he is looking for a way out for the entire orc world.Hearing this, I gradually understood.There was also a glimmer of hope in Old Kuru's cloudy eyes.Looking at the steaming braised pork stewed vermicelli on the tandoor, he said, "This dish is delicious!"
”He seemed to be asking me, and he seemed to be talking to himself.Old Kuru looked up at the cheerful crowd outside around the campfire, and then turned to look at me: "They all like the smell. ”I knew what old Kuru was thinking, and I grinned and said, "Maybe we can trade vermicelli for their wine and something else!"
”Kuz stared at me and old Kuru with puzzled eyes, and then said to me pitifully, "Jiga, I want another bowl of wild vegetable soup!"
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