Chapter 128 Free Massage, New Year's Eve Dinner

Xiao Man took the peach juice in one gulp, drank it in one gulp, and then squinted his eyes and lay down on the bamboo chair. ReadМ

The throat continued to purr pleasantly, like a big cat: "Hey, it's a pity that there are no fish, wild ducks, or pheasants. I really want to kill a few to eat."

Gu Ke continued to comfort her vigorously: "Come on, come on, have better luck. If you kill a few more black monsters, you will have a livestock farm. Then you can bring chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep in, and you will eat until you vomit."

Xiaoman became happy when he heard this, hugged him with both hands and shook him: "Lao Gu, this is what you said, you can't lie to me."

Gu Ke only felt the mountainous oppression moving around like crazy. The pressure was so great that he could only stand up: "What's the benefit of lying to you? I will be able to gather the materials to build a livestock farm next year at the latest. Let's go, it's almost time to go back and make dinner. What are you preparing for today?”

"Fruit shaved ice." Xiaoman picked up a bamboo basket next to him, jumped on his back, and poked his head out from the left side.

At the same time, he did not forget to exert continuous high pressure on his back: Gu Ke could only hug her territory to avoid wandering too much: "Can you fill your stomach by eating ice cubes? You have to eat it yourself to grind your sister Bai."

Xiao Man laughed heartily: "I am making dessert after dinner, Xiao Ping'er is the chef of dinner."

Xiao Ping'er over there picked up another bamboo basket and chuckled: "It's too hot today, how about corn porridge and cold wild vegetables?"

Gu Ke nodded and saw her looking at Xiao Man behind her. He couldn't help but laugh. He grabbed her and threw her over his right shoulder and sat down: "Sit down and let's go."

Before he finished speaking, he exerted force on his feet and rushed forward with the two little ones.

In the valley under the setting sun, Xiao Man's hip-hop cheers and Xiao Ping'er's giggles echoed.

In the pavilion at the top of Jade Dragon Peak, Bai Suqing lay on her side on the purple bamboo couch, holding a book about incense making in her hand and reading leisurely.

The mountain wind blows all around and there is no heat at all.

Suddenly her ears twitched slightly, and she looked down the mountain with awareness. The three people huddled together fell into her sight, and she couldn't help but curl her lips: "The three of them together are almost seventy years old, and they still like to play children's tricks. "

After she finished complaining, she stood up and jumped down the mountain.

After dinner, everyone found a place to enjoy the cool air at Yulong Peak.

The verandah pavilion located on the mountain path on the peak has the best view, the breeze is gentle, and there is no fear of rain. It is the best place to enjoy the shade.

At this moment, in the large pavilion on the side of the study room, he was lying on his side on the bamboo couch, resting his head on his hands, wandering in the sky.

Xiaoman habitually came over and sat down, holding a large bowl of fruit shaved ice in his hand, chewing it loudly in his mouth, and Gu Ke, who was distracted from time to time, also stuffed a spoonful into it.

Xiao Ping'er was not that shameless, so she just sat on a bamboo stool a few feet away. Dozens of fine linen threads quietly floated up beside her, kneaded together, twisted into a hemp ball, and then fell into the bamboo basket. middle.

Although there is no light, it does not affect the speed of her silk making. It is both work and practice.

It relies entirely on the sunflower blood to sense and control the close connection of the thin linen threads, which is in line with its delicate characteristics.

In comparison, Xiao Man is considered diligent and honest when practicing martial arts, but he does not have the drive to study hard.

Both are Wuzong, and now Xiao Ping'er can defeat two Xiao Man and still be wealthy.

But it was Xiaoman who took the lead. She was the "eldest sister" from the beginning.

Gu Ke's eyes were half open and half closed, thinking about the roadside stalls and livestock farms.

After the small hut reaches level 5, the valley is upgraded to a cave. What about the roadside stalls?

With this expectation, he put all the soul resources he gained in the past six months into the roadside stall.

Now the roadside stall is at level 4, and it still needs about 500 units of soul source to upgrade to level 5.

I also encountered several dark spies when I went out to the stall, which was almost impossible in the past.

Roadside stalls have their own rules. The higher the level, the higher the limit of monsters and monsters you may encounter.

But the probability of the monsters with the lowest and highest strength appearing is very small.

After reaching level 4, the white trick is basically guaranteed, and the black trick appears from time to time, but the blood trick has not been foreseen yet.

Gu Ke was looking forward to this.

After all, the system can recover about 100 units of soul source from Black Cree's Creepy Crystal, and the Blood Cree's conservative estimate is more than three to four hundred units.

With Sister Bai as a Martial Master, and the two younger ones are also Martial Masters, killing the black spooks in a small area is obviously an overflow of damage, which is too wasteful.

When they came out of the stall, several people were still projections, and they were not affected no matter how they tried the main body.

On the other hand, he felt that livestock farms were of limited use in helping the poor.

Meat is more delicious and nutritious? Then there must be food to feed them.

In Dawu, most people have trouble feeding their own families. Where can they find the extra food to feed their livestock?

It is difficult for livestock to stay fat by eating only ordinary grass, so they need protein-rich beans or alfalfa (Alfalfa genus in the Leguminosae family).

Gu Ke has traded a lot of these two exotic crops, but they have not yet become widely popular.

Well-developed villages such as Xiongjia Village, Taiping Village, and Liangshan Village are already raising livestock.

Therefore, if there are enough good beans and pasture, the people themselves can raise ordinary chickens, ducks, pigs and sheep.

Rather than spreading high-quality livestock, it is currently more cost-effective to spread exotic grains.

If Gu Ke was selfish, it would be okay to build a livestock farm first. The original price was only 1,000 units of soul source, but he could discount it to 400 units if he provided the materials.

Without upgrading the roadside stall, this amount of soul source would have been exceeded long ago.

But look at yourself, Xiantian produces more grains than you can eat, and there are dozens of kinds of vegetables and fruits, with great taste.

Except for the fact that meat, eggs, and milk could not be supplied by themselves and were eaten openly, Emperor Dawu's other food was not as high-grade as him.

As the cave was completed and the level of the Wuxiang Zhenjing skyrocketed, he could sense it from the dark.

Helping the people, letting them eat and practice martial arts, the cave will be more harmonious with the world, and the environment in the valley will become better.

This change is not obvious, but it will undoubtedly have great benefits if it continues.

Hundreds of years later, it is not impossible for the entire valley to become a fairyland.

The Yulong Valley is tens of thousands of acres in size, and a fairyland is only two mu (2 mu), and the soul source required for each piece is doubled.

Relying on the few weird monsters and monsters he killed to upgrade? It's a pipe dream.

Therefore, considering the long-term, the appetite of these months will be over.

As he thought about it, he couldn't help but think of the scenes of greasy and hot dry rice in his previous life, and tears were about to flow from the corners of his mouth.

Chicken, duck, goose, fish, pig, sheep, and cattle, onions, ginger, garlic, and peppers are all on the battlefield, braised, fried, braised, and stewed, so cool!

Xiaoman looked at him suspiciously: If you want to be in a daze, then be in a daze. Why are you pulling the flesh on my forearm and drooling?

With a turn of her eyes, she moved his hand and transferred it to his leg.

As a result, Gu Ke was in a trance, and his hands still maintained similar movements - sprinkled seasoning, poured cooking wine, spread and kneaded it evenly, and so on.

Xiaoman squinted comfortably, fed herself another mouthful of shaved ice happily, and enjoyed the massage for free.

…

Autumn came, autumn went, and winter came again. In a blink of an eye, the busiest summer and autumn of the year passed, and heavy snow covered the northwest plateau again.

Yulong Valley also entered the most leisurely time of the year.

In addition to the crops in the fairy field, a small amount of mature branches, leaves and fruits should be picked. The hundreds of acres of ordinary fields at the foot of the mountain will have to wait until the beginning of next spring before they can be busy.

Although you can play in the snow, you can't play all the time. The most lively Xiaoman can only enter the hibernation state.

Since it is hibernation, everyone gathered in the study.

The small oven that was moved over was flashing with a red light that varied in brightness, and it worked diligently to ensure that the room was as warm as spring.

Each read a book or did some handicrafts.

Without spring, summer, autumn and winter, people had to rely on themselves to eat, wear and use, and have enough food and clothing.

Even if they made a batch of linen and supplies before leaving, the quantity was limited.

And there would always be a day when the inventory would run out. Learning to make it would be useful sooner or later.

Spinning and weaving, and processing food and seasonings were the main tasks of the two children.

Gu Ke was concerned about more "high-end" things, mainly thinking about the improvement ideas of various technical skills.

Before leaving, Miss Qin and the others each wrote down their best skills in a "skill book" with an unknown pen.

Like cooking and weaving in spring and summer, papermaking and ink making, incense making and wine making in autumn and winter, embroidery, calligraphy, and painting skills of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, etc., they all left behind different skill books.

There were also various non-martial arts travel notes and experiences that Miss Qin had seen in the classics of Lieyang Sect.

After these skill books are used, they will not disappear, but they can no longer pass on the writer's insights to the viewer.

The insights conveyed by the skill books are only one-tenth or two-tenths of the writer's, mainly based on the basics.

In other words, most of the content in the book cannot be obtained directly, and the viewer has to read and learn it by himself.

Therefore, these skill books that have lost their insights have become a good thing for Gu Ke and Bai Suqing to pass the time, and they are taken to read from time to time.

Xiao Ping'er selectively reads cooking, weaving, embroidery, and winemaking, because they are usually useful.

Xiaoman is worthy of her surname. She feels uncomfortable all over when she reads a book. It feels like there is a thorn in her buttocks or her eyelids are sealed.

Except for cooking and martial arts, other miscellaneous books are not touched.

This guy is lively and active. In addition to eating, he is passionate about martial arts.

There are only occasional whispers in the study. In this quiet and quiet environment, the sky darkens.

Today is the New Year's Eve of Dawu Wuyi 2.

But there were only five people in the valley, and only a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner was prepared.

Extra celebration? That depends on what New Year activities the system has.

As the saying goes, if the sky is about to snow in the evening, you can have a drink.

Gu Ke, who has been reading wine brewing books and doing a lot of experiments for the past six months, ordered to open it and let everyone have a drink.

Bai Suqing followed the old rules and asked for the most stable quality peach wine developed by Dongyan.

It's just that it needs to be chilled before drinking in summer, and it's naturally scalded with water in winter.

The sweet fragrance follows the water vapor, which is very tempting.

The two children are not strong-willed, and they are fooled by Gu Ke's words and try the newly made beer together.

He also chilled it specially, and the yellow-orange wine had a layer of snow-white foam, with a fresh wheat aroma, which feels very delicious.

Xiaoman has the least resistance to eating and drinking, and was the first to pick up the big bowl and take a gulp.

Immediately, her expression was dull, then she frowned, puffed up her cheeks, and moved her throat several times, but she didn't swallow it.

After a few breaths, she finally couldn't bear it anymore, and spurted out the wine in her mouth.

Bai Suqing reacted very quickly, and swept her empty left hand lightly.

The foamy wine in the air turned into ice chips, and then was swept to the snow outside the house, without leaking even a drop.

Without opening her mouth to blame Xiaoman, her eyes fell on Xiaoping'er.

Xiaoman hesitated for a few breaths before suddenly reacting greatly, and also pitted Xiaoping'er.

At this moment, Xiaoping'er's little face wrinkled into a ball, her neck stretched, her head tilted back slightly, she gurgled with difficulty, her throat moved, and finally swallowed a small mouthful of beer in her mouth.

Immediately, the three women stared at someone.

Gu Ke was calm and collected. He took the beer slowly and drank it in a big gulp. He smacked his lips and said, "Well, it has a strong aroma of wheat and tastes slightly bitter, but not sour. This beer is OK."

The three girls were suspicious: Is this beer really good, but we (they) didn't taste it?

Gu Ke didn't listen after he finished speaking. He drank the rest and poured half a bowl of beer from the two small bowls into his own bowl.

He then laughed, "This beer is not satisfying to drink like this. When I find chili and cumin to go with barbecue, you will be able to experience its beauty."

Especially in the midsummer, barbecue hot pot with iced beer is a perfect taste.

For those who have never drunk it or are not used to drinking wheat beer, they will first feel that it has a sour taste and is very bland.

It is normal for the two children to behave like this.

But seeing that he was drinking happily, the three girls no longer suspected that he was playing a prank.

Xiaoman simply went to the warehouse to get a jar of fermented glutinous rice (also called sweet wine or fermented glutinous rice in some places), warmed it up, added sugar, and shared it with Xiaoping'er.

New products have risks, so be careful when tasting.

Laozao, like Taoerniang, is a wine that Dongyan made a long time ago, and its quality is quite stable.

The beer made by Gu Ke was only recently discovered from the brewing book left by Dongyan.

Because the taste is quite different from other wines, she regarded it as a failure case, and even the initial beer was poured into the compost pit.

Gu Ke made it again according to the records in the book and tried to improve it several times.

Although the taste is similar to the wheat beer in the previous life, there is still a lot of room for improvement.

After all, he is not professional in brewing, let alone beer.

Thanks to the excellent purple wheat variety for brewing, the taste of the brewed beer is ambiguous, but compared with the industrially produced big green sticks in the previous life, it is also unique.

After this little episode, dinner passed safely.

Before going to sleep, Gu Ke told the three girls to lie down comfortably at night, because today was another day to set up stalls.

…

At the Zhenshan Pass of Beimo State, the cold wind was howling and the snow was fluttering.

The high walls of the pass blocked most of the wind and snow, sheltering tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians, but the knee-deep snow still existed, forcing most people to stay in the house.

The wind and snow were too strong, and the New Year's Eve atmosphere in this remote area was also very light. Most people went to bed early, reduced activities, and saved food.

Near the southern pass, in the underground space of a large courtyard, dozens of people in black and white robes were chanting indistinct language.

On the ground in front of them, there were hundreds of still warm corpses, mostly young or middle-aged men and women.

The remaining blood was still oozing from their necks in small streams, falling to the ground below, and then flowing along the slightly inclined ground into a weird pattern like a twisted spider web.

Finally, the three white-robed people's voices became louder: "The Heavenly Spirit is immortal, our Lord is eternal, please let your servant appear."