Tang Ling couldn't imagine what the ashes mutton soup was? In his understanding, did he chop the mutton into pieces, chop it as small as the dust, and then cooked the mutton paste?

In fact, I can only praise Tang Ling for being imaginative. The real ashes mutton soup takes a lot of effort. It requires more than a dozen special spices on the grassland, and put them together with the pickled mutton, add the underground spring water, and a quality water between the third-level drinking water and the second-level drinking water. It is placed in a special casserole and buried under the fire to simmer.

The fuel of this igne is also of particular importance, but Tang Ling doesn't know what it is.

He only knew that it took more than three hours to simmer this soup in the fire, because it took more than three hours to turn the whole pile of firewood into ashes, which was considered good - ashes mutton soup was named.

When a large pot of soup was served on the table, the outside had gone from near dusk to a late night with drizzling drizzle.

The rain on the grassland is precious. In the past, Valencia would be excited. After the rain, some fresh "chewing" will always pop up in the grassland, such as mushrooms unique to the grassland. Once you go out, you will be filled with a basket of fresh wild vegetables.

The pancakes that Em used were so fragrant, but Valencia was in a state of no mood today.

Looking at the rain outside the window, she sighed faintly, fearing that she would neglect Tang Ling, and occasionally she would barely smile at Tang Ling.

Her father, Wen Bu, was still able to maintain his calmness. After serving the ashes mutton soup on the table, he was responsible for uncovering the lid, taking out the mutton inside, cutting it piece by piece, and placing it in front of Tang Ling.

And the sheep offal remained in the soup.

The soup is delicious, transparent and slightly yellow, with many spices floating on it, which tastes rich and mellow, making the tongue fly, and is accompanied by a slight milky aroma.

The tender lamb picked up from the soup was served with a little fried, with coarse salt with spices, dipped it finely, and then ate a piece of rice and garlic, and swallowed it with a large mouthful of meat. It was really a delicious taste in the world.

Tang Ling was originally determined to be gentle, but after taking a bite, he couldn't help but eat two large pieces. There was no way. The meat was tender and had no smell of mutton. When he bite it, it was full of gravy, mixed with a slight oil and gas, satisfying people's fantasy about eating meat with big stutters.

It is much more refined than the food culture in the No. 17 Safe Zone.

Such delicious food with strong local colors made Tang Ling involuntarily think of the ancient Chinese food.

Although this village is covered with sorrow, some of the inheritances are preserved strongly under such sorrow.

For example, a culture maintained by food.

This made Tang Ling feel a little moved and moved by the existence of human beings.

After eating three pieces of mutton, Tang Ling stopped, wiped his hands, took a sip of the rich, fresh and sweet milk tea, and looked at Wimbledon with a thankful look: "Thank you for your reception."

"What are you saying? No matter how great the prairie people have, they will not neglect their friends from afar." Wimbledon took a sip of macadamia wine, and the two red spots on his rough face became even more rosy.

He put down his cup and continued, "If I believe in my daughter, I must believe that you are a funny and friendly person."

Tang Ling didn't say anything, just smiled, and the rain outside the window became more anxious, and the crackling sounds made on the tent, which made people feel at ease but easily sad.

Therefore, the deep worries cannot be erased between the eyebrows of Valencia's family.

Actually, it was already very touching. Wimbledon came forward to drive away Bartu, "This is my daughter's guest. Bartu, you are not my Wimbledon's son-in-law, and you don't have the right to speak in this family. If you don't welcome my daughter's guest, you can leave first."

What a rare beauty to be able to maintain this integrity in the Ziyue era?

Or maybe this is a grassland, and the grassland sandwiched among the mountains has always been a quiet place.

Although the grazing life makes the people here not rich, they are not short of food and clothing.

The huge mutations in the Ziyue era broke the shackles of evolution and enriched the already poor mountains and rivers.

Their lives are very good, so they can also inherit a kind of spiritual beauty.

Is this going to disappear? Tang Ling held the milk tea cup, hesitating and sad.

He believed that extreme scarcity is a challenge to human nature. When it is pushed to the limit, what kind of will is needed to prevent human beings from showing their animal nature?

But Tang Ling did not ask anything, but chatted casually with the family and also inquired about the black market.

As expected, there is really no black market in this village, and some caravans only come once a month.

These caravans will bring some essential items such as salt, iron, etc., and will also bring cultivation resources for the great warriors and high-end hunters, such as various high-end meat foods.

This requires people on the grassland to exchange for a large amount of specialty production.

Tang Ling touched his chin. Such a caravan would definitely not meet his needs. And according to time, it would take three days for the caravan to come to Babato Village, so he could not afford to delay it.

This made Tang Ling realize that if you want to find a place with underground bases in the black market, you may only have places above the safe zone, or a huge village that has occupied the advantageous situation.

There is probably no big chance of the villages passing by along the way.

**

After a conversation, it was already late at night.

The nights on the grassland are colder than in the forests. After all, Valencia's family, who had been working hard for a day, fell asleep.

As a distinguished guest, Tang Ling was arranged next to the fire pit where the brazier was placed. Valencia's Eji threw a thick layer of animal skin on Tang Ling and prepared a wool blanket. It seemed that she was worried that this thin boy would not be able to withstand the coldness of the grassland.

Unfortunately, Tang Ling could not enjoy this kind of beauty immediately. After Valencia's family was asleep, Tang Ling quietly walked out of the tent, found a place to shelter from the rain, and began to practice under the purple moon.

It seems that the moonlight on the grassland is even more abundant. It originally took four hours to reach the limit of cultivation, but in more than three hours it almost reaches the limit.

Tang Ling opened her eyes in confusion and heard intermittent cries.

On such a rainy night, it feels very desolate.

Tang Ling frowned slightly, stood up, and walked over quietly.

It turned out that next to the stable outside the tent, Valencia was leaning against the pillars of the stable, hanging her head and crying sadly.

It was impossible to see that such a cheerful girl had such a weak side. Tang Ling thought about it and walked over.

"Hey, black girl." Tang Ling squatted down and greeted Valencia.

Valencia was slightly shocked, and saw that it was Tang Ling, and heard the name of the black girl he said, and couldn't help but say, "You are just black, you are as black as the charcoal in the fire pit!"

"I am not only the village of Babato, but also the villages nearby." Valencia was a little excited, so a snot bubble appeared as she spoke.

"Haha." Tang Ling laughed suddenly.

Valencia was extremely angry and couldn't help but punch Tang Ling.

In fact, what isn't the girl on this grassland beautiful? The wheat-colored skin is so healthy, with thick eyebrows, slightly red on the cheekbones, plump lips, big and slightly deep-sleeping eyes, full of youthful vitality, like a ball of flames, the heart of the boy on the burning grassland is hot.

Only Tang Ling has special characteristics of attention.

In fact, there is no difference between black or white in Tang Ling's eyes, it is just a feature. However, it is impossible to explain it to a girl like Valencia.

After having a quarrel with Tang Ling for a while, Valencia's mood calmed down a little.

Tang Ling sat down next to Valencia, pulled a piece of grass and held it in her mouth, and said, "Are you reluctant to part with the warrior?"

"How do you know?" Valencia expressed surprise.

"Is it necessary to guess? The warrior is very healthy and looks like a long-lived horse. But you cry while watching it reluctantly. Isn't this just that you can't bear to leave the warrior?" Tang Ling turned his head to look at the warrior and patted his horse's legs with his hands.

"Be careful." Valencia couldn't help but remind her. As the saying goes, flattering on horse legs means that slapping on horse legs is a relatively dangerous action.

But what's strange is that the Warriors seemed to have an indescribable fear of Tang Ling. In the afternoon, not only did they willingly carry him and ran so far, but they didn't respond much when they were slapped in their legs.

This surprised Valencia slightly.

"Why can't bear to leave the warriors?" Tang Ling lay down halfway in front of the stable. The rain gradually became lighter, and the heavy dark clouds shrouded in the night sky became much thinner. At this time, the unique height of the grassland night sky finally appeared.

"Because it is the most valuable property in my family, even if it is my partner, it cannot be saved in the face of this incident." Valencia said in disappointment.

"It's not as valuable as the melon seeds I gave you?" Tang Ling asked tentatively. If it could actually help the family solve the problem, Tang Ling wouldn't mind taking out another melon seed.

Although he didn't have much inventory, he just happened to take it off before heading to the Grand Canyon.

"No, why did you suddenly become stupid? You told me on the road that you should not reveal the matter of Guazi, as it will cause disaster. At this time, you..." Valencia didn't understand whether the chubby boy in front of her was really stupid or smart.

"Are you a fool? You can say that you picked it up, robbed it, and it came from it. Anyway, others can't find a second one in your house." The only trouble will only be left to Tang Ling. After all, the Valencia family suddenly had the so-called holy fruit, and the guest of a strange boy came. These two things are easy to connect.

But at that time, Tang Ling had already left, and it didn't matter what they thought. Could it be that they could still guess their identity?

"Donnie, I don't want to." Valencia whispered: "I'm not reluctant to give up the holy fruit. But such a holy fruit will create a strong man for most of the Yawadidi."

"After they have more powerful people, they will only bully our village even more, and there are other villages."

"They are no longer people on the grassland, they are traitors and defect to those who have the stars."

"The person with the stars?" Tang Ling said silently in his heart, then sat up: "What is the person with the stars?"

"These men were wearing gorgeous uniforms, with stars embroidered on their chests. We all called them people with stars." Valencia explained.

Tang Ling stopped talking, but was thinking about something.

"Are those people bad? Why don't you defect to them?" After five seconds of silence, Tang Ling asked such a question.

Has the Star Council reached here? Such a peaceful grassland that is peaceful and peaceful.

What do they want to do?

"I don't know if they are bad or not, but they ask us to send us our loyalty and from then on grazing and mining for them, and they provide us with shelter."

"The key is that they want us to give up the glory of our ancestors. We demand that there will be no Babato village from now on, and that there is only one of their subordinates..." Valencia had never walked out of here, and she didn't know how to describe this relationship.

But Tang Ling understood as soon as he heard this, the Star Council decided to subdue all the villages here, turn them into their territory, and let the people here collect resources on this land for them. This is actually a disguised occupation.

Wait until the time comes... Does the Star Council want to establish a Star Kingdom?

Seeing that Tang Ling didn't say anything, Valencia continued: "In fact, the temptation is still very great. In this era, survival is not so easy, and we also face various disasters at any time."

"More importantly, our children do not receive a good education and no outside resources."

"They said they could provide everything, such as exquisite clothes, powerful weapons, etc. There were many people in the village who were shaken."

"What I rejected was a group of people led by my father, who said, 'These people with stars will actually educate the children here as slaves. They will take away our freedom, make our grazing and mining work to serve them, and do this forever'."

"I believe in my father." Valencia said quietly.

"Then what? Your villages did not compromise, and most of the Uwadidi compromised? But so what?" Tang Ling raised his eyebrows.

He knew that under the pressure of the Star Council, it would change sooner or later, and compromise was the general trend.

But the whole village is not shrouded in a sad atmosphere, right? As a nomadic people, even sheep is reluctant to kill. How difficult is it? But this village has abundant cattle and sheep resources.

"Because, the wolf disaster is coming. At most two days, the wolf disaster will come..." Valencia said this and couldn't continue.

"What is a wolf disaster? Does it have anything to do with your contribution to the warriors?" Tang Ling had actually guessed a little, but he still asked this question.
Chapter completed!