A Million Possible

The reason why I choose barbecue is that this cooking method is the most convenient, pure meat is skewers, at most with some vegetarian skewers, you only need to roast them to eat. The requirements for kitchenware are high and high, and low is really low.

It must not be a problem to cope with these villagers who suffer from food shortages all year round.

But even if it’s just a barbecue, a lot of preparatory work needs to be done, which is why Cheng Lin chose to entertain the whole village at night.

Although the other villagers except Lai did not show any kindness to him, Cheng Lin did not hate them because of it.

In empathy, this matter is actually easy to understand.

Everyone lacks food, so naturally there is no reason to raise a stranger.

Few people can do this in the "highly civilized" 21st century, let alone in this era?

...

After making this decision, Cheng Lin immediately began to assign work.

"I need enough wood, part of it is for grilling food, the dry wood needed, and the other part is to cut trees directly from the woods. You can use it after you cut it. I want to use it to make bamboo sticks. Of course, if you It would be better to 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 skewers" were needed for barbecue, they didn't ask much. They just nodded, and after thanking them in their own way, they spread out and told the other villagers the good news:

The "freak" that Lai picked up yesterday brought back a lot of prey overnight, and prepared to bake it for the whole village at night!

This news swept through a small mountain village in a very short time like a hurricane, and then caused an uproar.

Although some discussions are inevitable, almost all "Dragon Servant" are beaming.

For them, this is already an extremely rare and happy event.

"Then I...what about me?"

When the village chief left, Lai asked nervously, clutching the blood-stained rope woven from vines.

"You?" Cheng Lin took a look at him, thought about it, and said, "Then you just peel it...the fur of these wild beasts can't be eaten, you have to peel it off, um... if you can't finish it, you can go. Ask the rest of the villagers to help you do it together...you should be more experienced in this kind of thing."

"Yes!" Lai puffed up her chest and greeted "Diagua" with bright eyes, and went to find someone.

Only Cheng Lin was standing in the snowy courtyard with a smile on his face. Until then, his hands behind his back trembled uncontrollably.

Hunting these beasts is not difficult.

Turn on the perception ability, search, and immediately kill with the spirit sword, and then drag the corpse into the "spiritual world". This process poses no challenge to him. The only difficulty lies in how to find them.

But considering that it was too shocking to take prey from the spirit world in public, after returning to the edge of the forest, he took the corpses out, stacked them, tied them with vines, and then pulled them back abruptly.

Although his physical fitness is very good, pulling such a heavy "roshan" still makes him very strenuous.

Cheng Lin also deliberately drank a bottle of "physical potion" for this, which was successful.

But now, after the medicine has passed, I still feel soreness and pain in my arm.

...

...

The whole village got busy the next day.

Almost all villagers, regardless of men, women, children, and children were dispatched.

The original hunting team was led by Uncle Sang to chop down trees in the forest, while the rest of the villagers followed Lai to skinning.

For these villagers, Cheng Lin was very proficient, and he didn't need to worry about Cheng Lin. He just stood at the gate of the yard and teased the sweet potatoes, and everything was done.

By noon, the hunting team dragged back enough dry wood with ropes.

What surprised Cheng Lin was that they actually cut a lot of bamboo back.

This makes the production of "bamboo sticks" much easier immediately.

Cheng Lin ordered the villagers to place the bamboos side by side at the entrance of the village, then he walked over and took down the spirit sword behind him.

When he came back in the morning, he carried the spirit sword on his back, but the villagers did not ask anything about the weapon that appeared suddenly. Respect, no inquiry.In short, this saved Cheng Lin from the explanation.

"Cengcengceng!!"

With the spirit sword in hand, Cheng Lin cut the bamboo easily, and immediately cut out a bamboo stick.

"All 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 the hunting knives and get busy.

Immediately, Cheng Lin returned to the yard again, 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 spend the winter. It is better to take out some wild vegetables from each family and make some vegetarian skewers, otherwise he always feels 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 to prepare the most important thing, that is, the sauce.

There is no way for others to do it for you.

Cheng Lin entered the forest again on the grounds of looking for materials to make condiments, and then opened the "spiritual world", in which he moved out all the condiments he had stored, and poured his mind on the pottery he had brought from Lai's house. In the tank.

"Fortunately, I bought enough in the supermarket, otherwise it's not enough..."

Looking at the mixture of "chili", "cumin", "sesame oil" and "white vinegar" in the jar, Cheng Lin couldn't help sighing.

After that, I took Spiritual Qi water from the water tank in the spirit world, and poured it into the tank. Then, a tank of "sauce" was prepared.

"Although the concentration is a little bit worse, it can be used just as it has a taste."

Taking the pottery jar out of the spirit world, Cheng Lin thought with satisfaction.

After walking in the forest for a while, Cheng Lin returned to the village.

...

It was evening again now.

The weather today seems to be very good, the sky is clear, and a bright moon hangs in the night sky.

The dexterous female "Dragon servants" have long put the meat pieces on the bamboo skewers according to Professor Cheng Lin's method, and placed them neatly.

And set up the tables and chairs, waiting eagerly for the fire.

Cheng Lin examined the materials, nodded, and then shot a "low-temperature fireball" to ignite the wood under the simple "grill" built of stone.

This caused a burst of exclamation from the onlookers.

"magic?"

"Sure enough, he uses magic too!" some women whispered.

There is also a dragon servant in the hunting team who vowed:

"What am I talking about? When I saw him lying in the snow, I knew he was not easy! How? Is it fulfilled?"

Cheng Lin turned a deaf ear to the villagers' comments, but controlled Spiritual Qi to control the temperature of the fire.

There is no coal here, and the heat produced by wood is uneven, so instead of using ordinary flames, he chose to use Spiritual Qi to ignite, assisted by wood, and control the temperature.

After that, he greeted and asked the villagers waiting 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 rest of the villagers who couldn't get in touch sat aside and muttered:

"What do you say is so troublesome... You chop bamboo and meat again, so much effort is spent, don't you still use it for roasting... This directly makes us not roast the same, but also save effort."

"People may be eating in other kingdoms. Didn't you hear what Lai said, this...I..."

"Ezreal."

"Yes, Ezreal is an explorer from other continents. This may be the way people eat."

"It's fresh...but what's the use...I haven't eaten anything for a day, and I'm hungry now..." a villager said bitterly.

"Shut up, you, it would be nice if someone invites you to eat, you still pick one or the other? And... it seems like someone hasn't eaten for a day..."

In the small courtyard, a group of villagers talked in a low voice.

But, at some point, they stopped talking, instead they raised their heads and twitched their noses unanimously.

"What is the taste?"

"What a strange smell."

Turning his head and looking around, he saw Mr. "Izreal" holding a large bowl in one hand and holding a small brush in the other hand, constantly rubbing the turbid liquid in the bowl on the skewers.

Gradually, a strange fragrance came out.

Diffuse open.

And as those meat skewers were secreted out of oil and dripped on the fire, the strange fragrance became more intense.

All the villagers stopped talking and swallowed eagerly.

In contrast, the villagers responsible for grilling skewers were inexplicably proud.

"Is it cooked?"

"Good?"

"I think it can be eaten, it's greasy..."

I don't know how long it took. Finally, Cheng Lin waved his hand and asked them to pick up the first batch of skewers, put them on a plate, and distribute them to each table.

The villagers whose greedy eyes were all green almost rushed forward. Regardless of the meat and hot mouth, they each took up the bamboo sticks, put them in their mouths without a teacher, bit off a piece, and swallowed them into their belly.

Immediately, in the night sky, by the bonfire, in the small courtyard, the villagers opened their eyes and showed incredible expressions.

Although the sauce is very thin, it is there after all, especially the portion of the chili pepper.

In this cold winter night, the hot meat was mixed with the sweet and sour vinegar, the spicy pepper, and a little bit of cumin, and they instantly conquered the bottom group of dragon servants.

No one speaks.

No one admired it.

They just swallowed hard, quickly ate up one stick, threw the bamboo stick aside, and immediately went to eat the second...the third...

Thousands of skewers in the first batch were wiped out almost in the blink of an eye, but at this time the second batch of skewers was not ready.

The villagers seem to be hungrier than before.

"This... this is so delicious."

"I've never tasted this before, huh..."

"This is the same as what I ate in Udon with Sang back then...No, it's more delicious!"

"Mr. Ezreal's craftsmanship is so good. I heard that Lay had the porridge Mr. Explorer made for him last night? It seems to have a taste..."

At this moment, almost all the villagers changed their minds. None of them complained about the cumbersome work before. Compared with the trouble of cutting bamboo and stringing, it is really worth it to get this wonderful taste. !

The village chief sitting at the center of the table closest to the door slowly put down a bamboo stick, sighed with squinting eyes, and turned to look at Lai who was sitting next to him.

At this moment, Lai was listening to the discussion of the villagers with her ears upright, her face was full of pride, and she seemed to be more joyful than eating delicious food.

"As I said before, Mr. Izawa's craftsmanship is very good, Uncle Ke doesn't believe it..."

Facing the village chief's gaze, Lai raised her mouth and muttered.

"Well, we misunderstood you before, but now I know that what you said was right."

The village chief patted Lai on the shoulder with a big smile, sighing.

Immediately, he seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly said: "By the way, I always feel that something is almost done. Sang takes two people to my house and bring the sour fruit wine from the cellar!"

"How much to move?"

"Move it all! Give it to everyone, and make it next year if it's gone!"

"okay!"

This time, Sang didn't shirk any more, and immediately took the two young men and left. When not much, there were more drinks on the villagers' tables.

"Mr. Ezreal, try our own bar in our village."

Cheng Lin, who was busy by the grill, suddenly heard Lai's voice behind him.He turned his head to look, smiled, did not refuse, took a sip.

Well, the taste is not good, but he still drank it seriously, and soon returned the empty cup to Lai. Seeing this young boy's happy appearance, he couldn't help feeling quite relaxed.

Turning around, calling two clever villagers, and sharing the work of applying the sauce, Cheng Lin only needs to control the flame temperature from time to time.

Slowly, the sky got darker and darker. The rest of the village was completely dark, except for the edge of the village. In the small courtyard of Lai's house, the lights were brightly lit and lively.

Batches of skewers continued to be brought to the table, and later, there was almost no enough seasoning in a jar.

The villagers started eating skewers and drinking alcohol without a teacher, sitting together and chatting on various topics.

It made Cheng Lin feel as if he had returned to reality in a daze.

I don’t know how long it took, everyone was full, and the kebabs were consumed, so the grill was taken apart and wood was added to serve as a bonfire. A group of people continued to talk through the fire.

Cheng Lin silently pulled a bench and sat down, then looked up at the starry sky.

Suddenly, he felt that there was something on his own feet.

Looking down, it's "sweet potato".

It was lying on Cheng Lin's shoes with its chubby belly, a lazy look, and it didn't even bother to scream.

Looking up, Cheng Lin saw that the young Lai had also moved a bench and sat beside him.

"Mr. Ezreal, can you tell me about your continent and that kingdom?"

Lei asked.

"This..." Cheng Lin immediately didn't know how to answer.

"You promised me last night." Lay added.

Did I say... Why don't I remember... Cheng Lin thought in his heart.

At this time, the village head also came over and curiously said:

"Mr. Ezreal, I don't know if it is convenient. I am also very curious about the place of your life. Is it convenient to talk about it?"

Can I say it’s inconvenient...

Cheng Lin grinned, but seeing the look of the old and the young eager, he thought for a while and hesitated:

"In fact, ours is not much different from here, but there is no difference between giant dragons and dragon servants. They are all the same lives as me, called'people'. Some people have powerful powers and own territories. Well, just like the Long Jue you mentioned, there are also many people in the territory who don't have strong powers farming, hunting, and then paying taxes..."

Cheng Lin simply took the Xia Kingdom’s ancient Zhou dynasty as a general background and adapted it with reference to the Medieval Times in the West.

"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 asking.

"I'm not magic...it's...en, spells, yes, in our case, it's called spells, and we need people with Spiritual Roots to cultivate slowly..."

Cheng Lin smacked his lips and made up.

Then, the old and the young began to ask questions again.

Cheng Lin reluctantly answered a few words, thought about it, and simply said:

"Let's do it, you don't understand what I said so, let me tell you a story that happened to us."

"Okay, okay, I love to hear stories!" Lai Meng nodded.

Even the sweet potatoes have their ears pricked up.

At this time, the rest of the villagers who had finished eating also moved around with their benches, forming a semicircle in front of Cheng Lin.

This made him feel like a storyteller.

With a clear cough, Cheng Lin went through the abdomen draft, and then slowly opened his mouth in the curious eyes of the whole village:

"The protagonist of this story is a poor boy in a remote mountain village. His name is Han Li..."

...

So, in the era of dragon rule.

In a very remote small mountain village under Longjue Glad.

A group of pristine villagers who have never left Longjueling gathered together and heard a story about mortals cultivating immortals...

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