The stall owner quickly pulled off the small piece of dough, kneaded it round, added a little oil, and began to fold and rub it continuously, and then rolled it thinly with a rolling pin.

Then, the pancake was fryed on the iron plate. At the same time, the pork tenderloin was cut very thinly and marinated with homemade sauce. The pancakes and meat on the iron plate were whispering, and the stall owner had already started kneading a thousand-layer pancake.

After the cake was turned over two or three times, the color turned slightly yellow, and some brown dots appeared on both sides due to high temperature, the cake was then squeezed into the stove and baked for a while. When it was forked out with tongs, it had already bulged.

At this time, the stall owner quickly used a thin bladeless spatula to open the baked fragrant pancake from the side, and the pancake was opened like a pocket. He cut the thin slices of the tenderness into two pieces, put them in, and then put some of the freshest layer of cabbage leaves, brushed the two sauces underneath, and handed them to the diner.

In the cold wind, take a bite of the steaming tenderloin cake, mix it with the aroma of meat-flavored oil cake, and the refreshing tender vegetable leaves, and stay between the lips and teeth for a while. Once you chew it, it will roll uncontrollably from the throat to the stomach.

If you are willing to add money, you can also put a fried egg in with tenderloin slices and vegetable leaves. The fried egg is soft, with a unique taste and the taste of egg yolk and egg white, combined with the sauce, which can make the meat taste stronger. However, although the citizens around you are willing to buy cakes, they are often not particularly abundant, so few people add an egg.

Fang Chang stepped forward and asked, four cents a day.

This price is quite fair and not expensive. No wonder there are so many people around.

The pancake was oiled and there was meat inside. Although it was the cheapest tenderloin and it was cut thinly with a good knife and had no weight. But after all, it had meat, which was very delicious.

What's more, the world has not been peaceful in recent years, and everything has increased a little. When Fang Chang passed by Huqiao Town this time, he found that the Fuhu cakes there were all expensive for one or two yuan.

"Give me two cakes, one of them with an omelette."

In the cold wind, Fang Chang walked over and put the nine cents into the wooden box next to him, and then walked to the side to line up.

The stall owner just glanced at the wooden box and saw that the money was correct. He nodded without saying a word, and then continued to focus on the work in his hands.

His thick joints kneaded the dough in the cold wind, which was a bit rough, but was cleaned very clean, his nails were trimmed short and neatly. He kneaded the dough all year round, and his movements were very skillful, very fast and rhythmic. The stove and iron plate were steaming, and heated the meat slices and cakes on it until fragrant, so that the leaves in the small basket next to him would not be too cold.

When the team was long, he repeated his needs. The stall owner made the cake with a few steps and handed it over with yellow paper.

Fang Chang took it, moved away from the front of the team, and opened his mouth and bit it.

It tastes good, the oil cake is crispy, the thin slices of meat are tender and juicy, mixed with fried eggs and fresh vegetable leaves, which is very suitable for your appetite.

At this time, a large car passed by not far away.

Fang Chang was eating tenderloin cakes and looking at the cart in the distance.

Yu Guangji and others were carrying shovels and driving a mule cart out of the city. The wheels pressed across the loess road, and occasionally creaked twice.

There was still half a tail exposed under the straw and rags covered on the mule cart.

It seems that they are preparing to transport the monsters they killed before to be buried outside the city. After all, there are so many monster corpses, considering the subsequent impact, it is not easy to deal with in the city.

Fang Chang did not come forward to say hello. He ate all the cakes, found a pile of dust to throw away the yellow paper, and turned around and left the city.

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Going westward northward, you can cross the mountains north of Guangyang City, and there is no longer an official road.

This is an endless grassland.

However, now this grassland is covered with thick snow. The vegetation on the grassland is very short, and there are no trees in the field of view, so the wind rolls around in front of you without any obstruction, rolling up snow. For humans, it is really difficult to survive in this environment.

I have to sigh that humans are really a tough population, and in this environment, there are still many human races living.

Fangchang went north and saw many tribes.

They lived in tents made of felt and cared for herds of cattle and sheep.

After communicating with these herdsmen, they learned that they called this place Qingqing Grassland and lived on the grassland, pursuing water and grass.

Every winter is the most difficult time. Whether it is wind, snow, hunger and cold, or the wolves in the snow, they are things that can kill people quickly.

So these herders lose a lot of livestock every winter, and they can only keep the strongest people as much as possible.

Unlike many people's perceptions, the herdsmen here are staple foods, various dairy products, and a small amount of wild wheat that they find suitable places to sow and harvest during their journey. Only in winter and when the fuel is sufficient, will they eat the livestock that cannot survive the cold.

In addition, they used the products from the grassland and merchants from the Central Plains to exchange them with some salt and brick tea, which are necessities for survival.

Fang Chang did not disturb these herders too much, he kept heading north.

However, in the vast snow, there was a small tent that attracted his attention.

The tent, more than ten miles away, shook slightly in the wind and looked too thin. Compared to the yurt he encountered along the way, this tent was really hard to withstand the cold wind of winter.

But these are not the most acceptable points. What made Fang Chang feel the most puzzled was that there were no corrals, haystacks, cow dung piles, and other common houses for herders such as firewood piles and carts. There was only a lonely tent, standing in the snow.

Fang Chang was slightly confused and walked towards that direction.

When I got closer, I found that the surrounding area of ​​the tent was cleaned very clean. The snow was swept away and piled into a low wall to resist the wind and snow. The grass was taken away, revealing the land below, which was obviously inhabited.

Fang Chang's ears are very strong and you can hear the conversation inside the tent.

There was a man and a woman chatting. They were discussing and preparing to come out to see the weather and then find some food.

So, they just ran into the corner of the long walk closer.

So the two of them became alert in an instant. Although they were dressed up by herdsmen, this was by no means the style of herdsmen. Before, Fang Chang went anywhere, the herdsmen would be surprised by his strength in walking in the snow, respect him as a master, and even offer food and hot milk tea.

"Who are you? Where are you from?"

Their tone was as rough as ordinary herders.

The man in front asked, Fang Chang looked at the spiritual energy around him, but he understood that the two in front of him were monsters.
Chapter completed!