"What does it smell so fragrant?" Chen Xiaoqi closed his eyes and sniffed vigorously, "It smells so fragrant, Gu, it is meat, right? It is meat!"

"It's meat, it's human flesh." The man named A Niu said teasingly.

Chen Xiaoqi showed horror on his face: "Human, human flesh? So human flesh is so fragrant?"

Then, the horror on his face changed to thoughtfulness.

A Niu was frightened by his expression: "Actually this is mutton, not human flesh. Xiaoqi, you dare not have the intention of eating human flesh."

The pot made a buzzing sound, and hot water with white foam came out. Ding Yin personally opened the lid and ran away the water vapor, and then covered it again.

The moment the lid was opened, several people tried to stretch their necks forward and sniffed, with expressions of enjoyment on their faces.

"This mutton is so good. How long has it been since I had mutton?"

"It's been several years, and I've benefited from the immortals today."

"Immortal, you are my grandfather!"

Chen Liu said to Ding Yin: "Old village chief, go back and rest quickly, I'll look at this pot of meat."

Ding Yin said solemnly: "No, I have to stew this pot of meat. Who can compare to me in your cooking skills? I finally had a meal of mutton, so I can't waste it."

As he spoke, the old man couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Chen Song looked reluctant, these villagers were pitiful and distressing.

He brought a lot of meat and pasta, but Ding Yin only stewed a pot of mutton soup. In addition, he arranged for an old lady and a woman to bake sorghum noodles, saying that he would eat mutton soup soak cakes at night.

More than a dozen people were very excited, and no one had any dissent about this. It was already a good day for them to eat sorghum noodles with mutton soup.

When the woman and the noodle pancakes were served, the old lady carefully applied a little oil on the iron pan and put the pancakes on it. When the two sides were roasted until browned, she would sprinkle some salt on it, so that the pancakes would be released.

When the sorghum noodles were baked, Ding Yin sprinkled the chopped wild onions into the mutton soup. He stirred the soup with a spoon and said, "Okay, old and young men, eat meat and drink soup!"

A group of people brought the bowl to the kitchen door and looked at the pot with their eyes.

The dark green wild green onions floated on the thick white mutton soup, and the aroma was mixed with umami flavor. It was really a delicacy in this cold weather.

When the broth was about to be released, Ding Yin added a large scoop of water to it and said, "The mutton soup tastes better than mutton. Drink more soup and eat less meat."

The mutton was cut into even sizes, with five pieces of meat per man, three pieces of meat per man and three pieces of meat per man, as the village chief Ding Yin was no exception.

The only exception is Chen Song, but Chen Song was not interested in this kind of stewed mutton. When he saw Ding Yin want to scoop it for him, he waved his hand: "I don't eat it, I don't eat it, I'm vegetarian, you guys eat it yourself."

"Why, do you eat a piece of bread? It's just baked and it smells so good." The woman said restrainedly.

Chen Song nodded and took a piece of sorghum noodles. This thing really smelled quite fragrant. It was not that good to eat it in his mouth. When he swallowed it, Chen Song felt like he was swallowing sandpaper and was squeezing his throat.

One bowl of broth for each person, Ding Yin said, "Enough soup, come after drinking it."

"It's really like a dream." A Niu laughed, "It's worth it after eating this meal."

The young man named Ding Song shook his head and said, "I don't want to do it, there is still a lot of meat, at least I will die after I finish eating it all."

Chen Song realized that he did not have a clear understanding of the end of the world, and the dilemma facing Jiuzhou was more severe than he thought.

Holding a large porcelain bowl, several men ignored the hot meat soup and hissed and sucked the soup in a hurry. Ding Yin said majesticly: "Devil, immortals are here, pay attention to their words and deeds!"

He picked up a piece of mutton and blew it on, then put it in his grandson's bowl after it was cooled down: "Don't panic, eat slowly."

Chen Liu took a bite of the mutton and closed his eyes and sighed, looking at him enjoying himself: "This taste is so beautiful."

The old saying goes that people eat shit for seven days. These people are not only hungry for seven days. They have not had enough food for several years. Now when they eat mutton, they are really hungry. When they see pig blood, they are so hungry that they are greedy!

The large pot of mutton soup was drunk, and in the end, there was no need to brush the pot. Chen Liu ran over and scooped several scoops of water and started boiling it. The group finally drank all the water in the pot.

As the sky gradually became dark, Ding Yin said, "Immortal, where are you sleeping tonight? There are no girls in our village, so we can't warm the bed for you. Look at this, why don't I let Yinghong warm the bed for you?"

Yinghong is that woman, she must be about the same age as Chen Song's mother.

Chen Song quickly waved his hand: "I don't stay here, I have to go back to the mountain gate, you don't have to worry about me."

It was still dangerous at the foot of the mountain. For safety reasons, he thought it would be better to go back to Yin and Yang Peak, at least there would be natural dangers.

When bidding farewell to Chen Song, the old village chief took out a golden sign the size of a young child from his arms and gave it to him: "Immortal, there is nothing you can like in our small village in the mountain village. If you don't dislike it, please accept this token. This was refined by the Great Elder of Shenye Sect, and his skills should be good."

Chen Song immediately felt heavy in his hand after taking the token. He tried the weight and asked, "Is this token forged by gold?"

The old village chief nodded and said, "Yes, it's forged by gold."

Chen Song took a deep breath: "Hiss, do you have gold items in your hands? Is there anything else?"

The old village chief said: "There is, our ancestral hall has a gold medal, a gold seal at home, a variety of miscellaneous things, a golden ring and a gold chain. Do you like this thing?"

Chen Song liked it, of course he liked it. When he first came to Jiuzhou, he wanted to trick the golden seal back to the earth. However, Tong Luanzi told him that Jiuzhou did not recognize gold, and did not have the tradition of using gold seals as coins, which led to him being denied gold and silver.

Unexpectedly, in a deserted village, he actually encountered gold!

Holding the gold medal tightly, he said, "Yes, I like gold. I especially like this thing. Can you give me the gold that can be collected in the village? I will exchange it for meat, and I will solve the food and drink of your villagers in the future!"

The old village chief's eyes widened, and he grinned and nodded vigorously: "Okay, okay, immortal, you will be dissatisfied with me. If you like gold, I will let the old and young men clean up for you!"

He immediately went back and mobilized more than a dozen people, asking everyone to take out all the gold they could find.

When everyone was working, Chen Song chatted with Chen Xiaoqi, and through Chen Xiaoqi, he learned about the status of gold among the civilians in Jiuzhou.

Currency is not born with gold and silver, but gold and silver are born with money. This sentence does not apply to Jiuzhou, because the only currency in Jiuzhou is Lingzhu.

But this does not mean that gold and silver are not valuable in Jiuzhou. He asked the wrong person at that time. The monks naturally looked down on gold and silver in their eyes, but the people liked this thing. It was nothing more. Gold and silver were beautiful, especially gold, which was very ductile, and was the only choice for jewelry.
Chapter completed!