It can be said that after witnessing Mr. Zhao's eating scene, there is absolutely no one in the audience who is interested in the so-called "raw chicken blood".
It is estimated that only Lin Chou, the instigator, is left with a bit of tongue and mouth watering. Well, it shows that Comrade Lin Zi is really greedy.
People, sometimes they suddenly have some strange hobbies. For example, a Cantonese person who never eats chili suddenly falls in love with spicy shabu shabu or something. It is worthy of sympathy...ah, no...
In short, it’s completely understandable~
"Speaking of which, summer is over."
Someone said this thoughtfully, which earned him countless rolls of eyes.
Let’s not mention the temperature in Mingguang City, but the temperature in the endless wilderness is never merciful. Often, even after driving for several hours, there is not even a plant that can be called a tree. There is no shelter at all.
From this situation, you can imagine how deeply the evolved people who live in the wilderness all day long hate the high temperature - sitting in a car is like being smoldering, and standing outside is directly like a barbecue.
Lao Zhao pinched his chin,
"The harvest season has also passed with summer. Ha, I really don't know what you are so happy about. Hey, how many degrees can it get cooler?"
In an era of great catastrophe with four seasons, spring, summer, autumn and winter really have little meaning.
"When you say that, you suddenly feel a little sad?" Lin Chou smiled, "I took advantage of this summer to cook a lot of new dishes."
Humans are not that sensitive to slight changes in temperature, but many animals and plants are different. They depend on a season. After this time, they will never be found. If you want to find them again, you will have to wait until next year to try your luck.
"I heard you got silk reeling flowers?" Old Zhao suddenly became energetic.
"Tsk~"
Lin Chou twisted his mouth, he knew what this old guy was thinking.
Mr. Zhao had an energetic and lewd smile on his face,
"What a good thing. There used to be a family in Zhanqian Alley who made silk flower fruit wine. There were flowers and fruits in it. The smell was..."
"Oh?" Lin Chou was surprised, "I thought that thing was only liked by poor families like us."
Lao Zhao rolled his eyes,
"Come on, that fruit wine is not cheap. I remember that when that family was still there, it sold for more than ten or twenty yuan per bottle, right?"
"You can only drink it once during the Chinese New Year," Lin Chou chirped, "Thirteen or four degrees? It's sour and sweet, and has a great fermented taste. In fact, it's not considered wine, it can only be said to be fermented juice.
Drink bar, but it’s a pity that the station and the whole alley were destroyed later.”
Lao Zhao was silent for a while,
"That alley is too close to the north gate. It happened that a lot of earth dragons appeared in the beast tide that year. I have never seen such things in the beast tide."
The Earth Dragon that Zhao Qingcang is talking about is the common name given by evolvers to a kind of alienated cyan pangolin. This thing is not big in size, the largest is only the size of a cow, but its combat power is very ferocious, and its carapace can reflect a certain degree of original attacks.
, a 50-caliber source crystal cannon can take off at most one layer of armor when placed close to the face, and it would probably not even be able to assemble a complete body on an ordinary fourth-level alien beast.
What's more, earth dragons are good at digging holes in mountains. When the evolutionists were cleaning up the mess after the beast tide, they found that the bottom of the city wall at the north gate was almost hollowed out by them. These things were dug all the way into the city from the ground.
Although Mingguang finally arranged for underground defenses, the casualties in the Zhanqian Alley area have already been caused, and in the adjacent streets, there are almost no living people in that area - not even corpses, clean and tidy
There was not a drop of blood, only ruins on the ground.
"Earth dragon," Lin Chou tugged at the corner of his mouth expressionlessly, "That year we entered both ends of the alley, and almost every household had wounded people, but fortunately, we killed the two big guys in the end, and my dad also used the land
The dragon's spine, scales and claws were soaked in a lot of wine."
"Well -" Zhao Qingcang drawled his voice, "How much was the compensation?"
Lin Chou was speechless,
"I almost went bankrupt. It took me almost three years to pay off my wine debt."
Leng Han asked blankly,
"Why? Doesn't wine made from the bones and carapace of alien beasts always sell well?"
"Those wines..." Lin Chou sighed, "I later learned that that wine was not suitable for normal evolved people to drink. The earth dragon's shell, scales and bones contained a toxin that targeted the origin, but there was no such poison in the blood and flesh.
Only certain exotic animals are immune to this poison..."
This is the so-called ill-fated fate. Lin Chou's father thought he had discovered a business opportunity and bought these things at a high price from the evolver who killed the earth dragon. He also used his savings accumulated over the years to buy a batch of high-altitude wine.
,result...
Well, in exchange for sympathetic looks and "sorrows" from all over the street, Lin Chou still remembers the poverty of the Lin family in those three years.
"Oh yes," Lin Chou said, "there is a bay a little north of Mingguang Port. That area is almost occupied by various marine plants, such as kelp, seaweed, sea grapes, etc., but there are a few species there that are very good at surviving in the absence of oxygen.
A large basket of small fish, shrimps and snails living in the sea can be sifted out in less than two hours. My dad and I marinated those things in sauce and ate them as dishes for almost a year and a half.
"
"Then you can still grow so tall," Leng Han hesitated, "It's a miracle that you are not malnourished..."
"This is a really funny joke," Lin Chou said. "For people my age, if my family is more diligent, I have almost never heard of people starving to death. It's not like..."
"It's not like in previous years, right?" Mr. Zhao said, holding a large bowl of wine. "When Mingguang City was first established, it was so ruthless that it could barely defend the city, let alone leave it. At that time, Mingguang City was narrow and narrow.
"In a few months, the grass and bark on the ground have been scraped clean, and hundreds of people have to dig holes to bury the bodies every day."
The three people quickly ate everything on the table. Zhao Ziyu asked curiously,
"But Mingguang Port to the east is rich in seafood. Can't all kinds of sea vegetables, small fish and shrimps fill your stomach? How can someone starve to death?"
"I told you to study Mingguang's modern history, are you lazy again?" Leng Han grabbed Zhao Ziyu's ear, "Let me ask you, what was Mingguang Port called before?"
"Well..."
Zhao Ziyu stopped talking but felt lustful again. After humming and ahhing for a long time, he gave up.
"Hey," Bao Er said happily, "I know this. It's called Blade Mountain. It used to be a continuous mountain as steep as a blade. After passing the mountain, there is the sea. Mingguang is surrounded by mountains on three sides and is easy to defend and difficult to attack. So at that time
That’s why we chose this place to build the city.”
"Clam?"
Bao Er looked at Zhao Ziyu and smiled funnyly,
"In the past, Blade Mountain was not as legitimate as the East Gate. It just had a big gap, wasn't it? Later, the warlock master used a great summoning spell to get a meteor, and he carved Blade Mountain into Mingguang Port on the spot."