Chapter 480 Listen to Ezreal tell stories (4,000 words)
The reason why I choose barbecue is that this cooking method is the most convenient. Pure meat is put into skewers, and at most it is paired with some vegetarian skewers. It only needs to be grilled before it is eaten. The requirements for kitchen utensils are high or low.
It must not be a problem to cope with these villagers who are short of food all year round.
However, even just having a barbecue requires a lot of preliminary preparations, which is why Cheng Lin chose to entertain the whole village at night.
Although the other villagers except Lai didn't show any kindness to him, Cheng Lin didn't hate them for it.
If you think about it from someone else's perspective, this is actually easy to understand.
Everyone is short of food, so there is no reason to feed a stranger.
Very few people can do this in the "highly civilized" 21st century, let alone in this era?
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After making this decision, Cheng Lin immediately began to assign work.
"I need enough wood. Part of it is used to bake food. The required dry firewood. The other part is just to cut down trees directly from the forest. After cutting it, it can be used. I want to use it to make bamboo sticks. Of course, if you
It would be even better if you can find bamboo.”
Standing in the yard, Cheng Lin said to the village chief and two other villagers.
Although they were confused as to why "bamboo sticks" were needed for barbecue, they didn't ask any more questions. They just nodded, and after thanking each other in their own way, they dispersed and told other villagers the good news:
The "freak" that Lai picked up yesterday brought back a lot of prey overnight and planned to roast it for the whole village to eat at night!
This news swept through the small mountain village like a hurricane in a very short time, and then caused an uproar.
Although some discussions are unavoidable, almost all "Dragon Servants" are beaming with joy.
For them, this is already an extremely rare happy event.
"What about me...me?"
After the village chief left, Lai clutched the blood-stained rope made of vines and asked nervously.
"You?" Cheng Lin looked at him, thought for a while, and said, "Then you can skin them...the furs of these beasts are not edible, so they have to be skinned for them. Well...if you can't finish it, you can go
Ask the other villagers to help you...you should be more experienced in this kind of thing."
"Yes!" After hearing this, Lai puffed up his chest, said "sweet potato" with bright eyes, and went to find someone.
Cheng Lin was left standing in the snowy courtyard with a smile on his face. It was only then that his hands behind his back began to tremble uncontrollably.
Hunting these beasts is not difficult.
Turning on the ability to sense, search, and immediately kill them with the spirit sword, and then drag the corpses into the "spiritual world" to carry them. This process poses no challenge to him. The only difficulty is how to find them.
But considering that taking prey from the spirit world in public was too shocking, after returning to the edge of the forest, he took out the corpses, piled them up, tied them with vines, and then pulled them back by force.
Although his physical fitness is very good, it is still very difficult for him to pull such a heavy "meat mountain".
Cheng Lin also specially drank a bottle of "physical potion" for this purpose, and then he succeeded.
But now, after the medicine wears off, my arm still feels sore, numb, and swollen.
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The next day the whole village was busy.
Almost all villagers, men, women, old and young, all took part.
The original hunting team, led by Uncle Sang, went to the forest to cut down trees, and the rest of the villagers followed Lai to skin them.
The villagers were very proficient in dealing with these, and Cheng Lin didn't need to worry about it at all. He just stood at the door of the yard, teasing the "sweet potato", and everything was done.
By noon, the hunting team hauled back enough dry firewood with ropes.
What surprised Cheng Lin was that they actually cut down a lot of bamboo.
This makes the production of "bamboo sticks" much easier.
Cheng Lin ordered the villagers to place the bamboos side by side at the entrance of the village. Then he walked over and took off the spiritual sword from behind.
When he came back in the morning, he had the Spirit Sword on his back, but the villagers didn't ask anything about the sudden appearance of the weapon. They probably didn't dare, or they were afraid of "Ezreal, the explorer on another continent."
Respectful, no questions asked.
In short, this saved Cheng Lin the need to explain.
"Click rub rub!!"
With the spiritual sword in hand, Cheng Lin easily cut off the bamboo and immediately cut out a bamboo stick.
"What I need are bamboo sticks of this length and size. The more, the better."
After the demonstration, the village chief immediately led the young men to pull out their hunting knives and started working hard. After a while, they had saved a lot of bamboo sticks.
Immediately, Cheng Lin returned to the yard and also demonstrated how to cut the prey into suitable "meat pieces" and appropriately raised the demand for wild vegetables.
With so much meat, it is no longer a problem for the villagers to survive the winter. It is better to take out some wild vegetables from each household and make some vegetarian skewers, otherwise he always feels that it is too monotonous.
This demand was quickly met.
In the afternoon, seeing the whole village busy working in the dilapidated courtyard of Lai's house, Cheng Lin finally got up and went to prepare the most critical thing, which was the sauce.
There is no way to let others do it for you.
Cheng Lin entered the forest again on the pretext of looking for materials to make condiments, and then opened the "spiritual world", where he took out all the condiments he had stored and dumped them on the pottery brought from the Lai family.
In the tank.
"Fortunately, I bought enough in the supermarket, otherwise it wouldn't be enough..."
Looking at the mixture of "chili pepper", "cumin", "sesame oil" and "white vinegar" in the vat, Cheng Lin couldn't help but sigh.
After that, I took the spiritual energy water from the water tank in the spiritual world, mixed it into the tank, and then prepared a tank of "sauce".
"Although the concentration is a bit different, it's still usable, as long as it tastes good."
Cheng Lin thought happily as he moved the pottery jar out of the spirit world.
After wandering in the forest for a while, Cheng Lin returned to the village.
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It's evening again now.
The weather seems to be very good today. The sky is clear and a bright moon hangs in the night sky.
The skillful female "dragon servants" have long followed Professor Cheng Lin's method of threading the pieces of meat on bamboo sticks and stacking them neatly.
They set up tables and chairs and eagerly waited for the fire to start.
Cheng Lin examined the materials, nodded, and then flicked his finger, shooting a "low-temperature fireball" to ignite the firewood under the simple "grill" built with stones.
This caused a burst of exclamations from the villagers watching.
"magic?"
"He can indeed use magic!" Some women whispered in low voices.
There was even a dragon servant in the hunting team who vowed:
"What am I saying? When I saw him lying in the snow, I knew he was not simple! How about it? Has it come true?"
Cheng Lin turned a deaf ear to the villagers' comments and just controlled the spiritual energy and the temperature of the fire.
There were no coals here, and the wood produced heat unevenly, so instead of using ordinary flames, he chose to use spiritual energy to ignite the fire, assisted by firewood, to control the temperature.
Then he called out and asked the waiting villagers to place the skewers side by side on the long grill and turn them over at all times.
I use a small bowl to hold the sauce.
The other villagers who couldn't intervene sat aside and kept muttering:
"Why do you think you are going to such trouble... You have to chop bamboo and meat, and you have wasted so much effort, why don't you just bake it... It would be the same for us to just bake it, and it would save effort."
"This may be the way of eating in other kingdoms. Didn't you hear what Lai said? This... Yi..."
"Ezreal."
"Yes, Ezreal is an explorer from another continent. This may be how they eat it there."
"It's fresh...but what's the use...I haven't eaten all day and I'm hungry now..." a villager said with a grimace.
"Shut up, it's nice if someone invites you to eat, but you still pick this and that? And...it sounds like no one has eaten all day..."
In the small courtyard, a group of villagers were talking quietly.
However, at some point, they stopped talking and raised their heads and twitched their noses in unison.
"What does it smell like?"
"What a strange smell."
Turning around, I saw Mr. "Ezreal" holding a large bowl in one hand and a small brush in the other hand, constantly applying the turbid liquid in the bowl to the skewers.
Gradually, a strange fragrance came out.
Diffuse.
And as the oil on the meat skewers secreted out and dripped on the fire, the strange aroma became stronger and stronger.
All the villagers stopped talking and swallowed eagerly.
In contrast, the villagers who were responsible for the skewers felt inexplicably proud.
"Are you ready?"
"Is it okay?"
"I think it's okay to eat it, it's all oily..."
After an unknown amount of time, Cheng Lin finally waved his hand and asked them to pick up the first batch of skewers, put them on plates, and distribute them to each table.
The villagers, whose eyes were already green with greed, almost swarmed over. Regardless of the fact that the meat was still burning their mouths, they each picked up the bamboo sticks, put it to their mouths without any instruction, bit off a piece, and swallowed it in their stomachs.
Immediately, in the night sky, beside the bonfire, and in the small courtyard, the villagers all widened their eyes, showing expressions of disbelief.
Although the sauce is already very thin, it is there after all, especially the amount of chili.
On this cold winter night, the hot pieces of meat mixed with the sweet and sour vinegar, the spiciness of chili peppers, and a little bit of cumin all mixed together and instantly conquered these low-level dragon servants.
No one spoke.
No one praised it.
They just swallowed hard, quickly finished one stick, threw the bamboo sticks aside, and then went to eat the second skewer...the third skewer...
The first batch of thousands of skewers were wiped out almost in the blink of an eye, while the second batch of skewers was not ready yet.
The villagers seemed to be hungrier than before.
"This...this is really delicious."
"I've never tasted this before, phew..."
"This is the same as what Sang and I ate in Udon City... no, it's better!"
"Mr. Ezreal's cooking is so good. I heard that Len ate the porridge Mr. Explorer made for him last night? I think he should try it..."
At this moment, almost all the villagers changed their minds. None of them complained about the tedious work before. Compared with the trouble of cutting bamboo and stringing skewers, it was really worth it to get this wonderful taste.
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The village chief, who was sitting at the center of the table closest to the door, slowly put down a bamboo stick, then squinted his eyes and sighed, turning to look at Lai sitting next to him.
At this moment, Lai was listening to the villagers' discussions with his ears pricked up, his face full of pride, as if he was more happy than eating delicious food.
"As I said before, Mr. Izawa's craftsmanship is very good. Uncle Ke still doesn't believe it..."
Facing the village chief's gaze, Lai raised the corners of his mouth and muttered.
"Okay, we misunderstood you before, but now we know that what you said is right."
The village chief smiled and patted Lai on the shoulder, sighing.
Immediately, he seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly said: "By the way, I always felt that something was wrong. Sang took two people to my house to bring over the sour fruit wine from the cellar!"
"How much to move?"
"Move them all here! Share them with everyone. If there are none, we can brew them next year!"
"Okay!"
This time, Sang didn't shirk anymore and immediately left with two young men. Not long after, there were more drinks on the villagers' tables.
"Mr. Ezreal, try the wine brewed by our village."
Cheng Lin, who was busy at the grill, suddenly heard Lai's voice behind him.
He turned his head and looked at it, smiled, and did not refuse. He took it and took a sip.
Well, the taste wasn't that good, but he drank it all seriously and immediately returned the empty glass to Lai. Seeing the young man's happy face, he couldn't help but feel quite happy.
Turning around, he called two smart villagers to share the work of applying the seasoning. Cheng Lin only had to control the flame temperature from time to time.
Slowly, the sky became darker and darker, and the rest of the small village was completely dark. Only the edge of the village, and the small courtyard of Lai's family, was brightly lit and bustling with activity.
Batch after batch of kebabs were brought to the table, and eventually, there was almost no enough seasoning in the jar.
The villagers began to eat skewers, drink wine, and sit around chatting about various topics without any knowledge.
Cheng Lin felt as if he had returned to reality.
After an unknown amount of time, everyone was full and all the meat skewers were consumed, so the grill was dismantled and wood was added to serve as a bonfire. A group of people continued to talk by the light of the fire.
Cheng Lin silently pulled up a bench and sat down, then looked up at the stars.
Suddenly, he felt something on his feet.
When I looked down, I saw it was "sweet potato".
It lay on Cheng Lin's shoes with its chubby belly, looking lazy and too lazy to even bark.
Looking up, Cheng Lin saw young Lai also moving a bench and sitting next to him.
"Mr. Ezreal, can you tell me about the continent you are on, that kingdom?"
Rai asked.
"This..." Cheng Lin immediately didn't know how to answer.
"You promised me last night." Lai added.
Did I say it... Why don't I remember... Cheng Lin thought in his heart.
At this time, the village chief also came over and said curiously:
"Mr. Ezreal, I don't know if it's convenient. I'm also very curious about where you live. Can you tell me?"
Can I say it's inconvenient...
Cheng Lin grinned, but seeing the young and old looking eager, he thought for a moment and hesitated:
"Actually, our place is not much different from here, except that there is no difference between dragons and dragon servants. They are all living beings like me, called 'people'. Some people have powerful power and have their own territory.
, Well, it’s similar to the Dragon Lord you mentioned. There are also many people without strong power in the territory who farm, hunt, and then pay taxes..."
Cheng Lin simply took the ancient Zhou Dynasty of Xia Kingdom as the general background and adapted it appropriately with reference to the Western Medieval Era.
"Is that so? I saw you know how to use magic before, so do you have your own territory?" the village chief couldn't help but ask.
"This is not magic...it's...well, magic. Yes, in our place, it's called magic. It requires people with spiritual roots to slowly practice it..."
Cheng Lin smacked his lips and made up.
Then, the old man and the young man began to inquire further.
Cheng Lin reluctantly answered a few words, thought for a while, and simply said:
"Well, you don't quite understand what I say. Let me just tell you a story that happened to us."
"Okay, okay, I love listening to stories!" Lai Meng nodded.
Even the sweet potato pricked up its ears.
At this time, the other villagers who had finished eating also moved around with benches, forming a semicircle in front of Cheng Lin.
This made him feel as if he had become a storyteller.
With a clear cough, Cheng Lin read over the manuscript, and then slowly spoke under the curious eyes of the whole village:
"The protagonist of this story is a poor boy from a remote mountain village. His name is Han Li..."
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So, in the era of dragon rule.
In a very remote mountain village under the territory of Dragon Lord Gerald.
A group of simple villagers who had never left the Dragon Lordship gathered together and heard a story about mortals cultivating immortality...