The prince was really undesperate until the Yellow River. He gave up when he arrived at the Yellow River! After the second two-day tour of the Post No. 22, Mao Xingjian turned around happily and returned.

These North American bisons are descendants of European original cattle. Compared with the buffaloes, scalpers and other breeds that the Ming Dynasty has cultivated for many years, this thing is more primitive, larger and more wild. Even if it is covered with a nose ring, it still angrily shook its hooves and squirted to push people around. So the reins of a group of cows were pulled out more than one and a half meters away, and they were far away. The two of them watched one after another, carefully driving the group of giants back.

It's really a ox that has a strong temper. Even if he is driven, these bisons will be stubborn and stubborn. Unfortunately, the vital point of the nose is taken. The pretentious man in front of him has tugged the nose ring heavily, and these giants about half a ton of behemoths have to follow stubborn and stubborn.

The Sioux man who was picked up was thrown on the back of a calf and pulled it back.

More than a dozen New World Expedition Teams were scattered around the team like wings, but Song Yongzhong, who was usually at the end, walked in front this time, watching his arms swaying with the calf walking, his eyes were filled with haze, and there was a faint murderous aura.

Compared to the last unlucky itinerary, I encountered a big blizzard. This time I led the cow and was blessed by God. I only encountered a light snow. I also saved half a day because I was familiar with the road. On the afternoon of December 28, the group came back with generous spoils.

Not to mention the sixty live cows, the slaughtered sixteen cows also had 4,000 kilograms of meat, and the deer and muntjacs were beaten on the way. This time, I really returned with a lot of loads. The reality of human beings was also revealed here. I went back and forth a few times. This time, I ate Mao Xingjian's rice, and the entire Baoshi Town was so lively that it was full of fun.

"The prince is back!!!"

It was really a welcome between the streets, women, children, old and weak, the girls put down the hay they were holding and ran down excitedly. The men who cut down the trees also threw down their axes and surrounded them one after another, surrounding the road, kowtowing and bowing, making it lively.

For the first time in his life, he was so warmly welcomed. Even Mao Xingjian, who was always aloof, was always happy. He couldn't help but stroke his jaw beard that he didn't have, and shook his head and breasts.

"The people are just around the corner!"

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After all, there are many people and great power. In ten days, twenty thatched houses emerged like big mushrooms on the edge of Baoshihai Town. In this era, weeding is a mass skill. There are still housewives or girls who come back with hay on the other end, making bundles, tied them with straw ropes, and then dragged them in, piled up on the shelf.

There is no concentrated feed needed for raising cattle yet, but the rough feed that is sufficient is enough to avoid starving to death.

On the other hand, this era doesn’t care about environmental protection. In this primeval forest, the spruce in the prehistoric forest that has been growing for no reason, the pine trees were knocked down by saws and saws, and then the branches and barks were removed. There were also a lot of wood that could be used as building materials.

A more important change is that due to collective labor, the originally lifeless town began to burst out with long-lost vitality.

On the day he came back, Mao Xingjian, the royal male god, didn't even have to take a shower. He pulled out several broken houses next to the military camp, and transferred people to build a cowshed with wood next to the military camp. He watched the spoils of this trip be enclosed and ate fodder in the trough of thick wood. Only then did he feel relieved to pick up Han Xiaomo who wanted to escape and return to the house.

Early the next morning, Geng Gengbo and more than a dozen men in the town who were hunting were gathered together by Mao Xingjian and became busy.

Catching cattle is just the first step. Only when truly taming these beasts can they pull carts and cultivate land are useful good cattle! This is another characteristic taming method of advanced civilizations of the contemporary era, including the Chinese, has been developed in the busy work.

First, in the forage warehouse not far from the cow pen, Shangguan Meng took a few sailors and nailed four wooden clips to the ground with big hammers. Then, Geng Geng grabbed the nose rope of the first unlucky American bison and led the cow in.

Although he still has a little temper now, he is already used to being led by someone by the nose. This huge animal weighing more than 500 pounds and long fat hair sprays, and his tail is pulled into the warehouse. Then, Jin Laoliu took a thick rope and tied the cow's hooves to the edges of four wooden clips with a tie.

Geng Geng held the cow's neck and leaned upwards, so that the cow could not use its strength. Then! Rolling up his sleeves, Han Xiaomo actually carried a knife with a sense of exclusive domain on his face, which suddenly shrank under the cow's stomach.

As Mao Xingjian looked at the back of his neck, the grassland girl was familiar with turning out a meat bag under the cow's body. The knife cut a hole in the bag with two clicks. Under the severe pain, the huge bull shook his head and screamed violently. The roar of Moumou shocked the shed.

But as she was used to taking care of livestock, Han Xiaomo didn't even raise her head. She didn't know how she was rushing her hands. With two puffs, two hot pink balls were squeezed out one after another and were thrown into the bowl by her white and tender little hands.

From the male god in the bull to the general manager of the palace in the bull, the bull was suspicious of its bull life. Now he was completely honest! He was not arrogant or squirmed! Mou Mou screamed and drooped his head, and his sharp horns shook and looked to the ground.

This move is not only very lethal to cows, but also to people. He untied the rope cover that tied the cow's hooves. Geng Geng's neck and calves were a little soft, and he walked out with a wilted North American cow, holding the bowl out, washing the blood from his hands in the bucket, and Han Xiaomo stood at the door again, carrying his little feet cutely, shouting crisply.

"Next!"

Originally, the little girl was a pistachio from Baoshihai Town, but today, Han Xiaomo's sweet voice was covered with a slight threatening effect. Looking at the cold knife in her hand, Shangguan Meng, a man over 8 meters tall, shivered with excitement, and his thighs clamped his crotch, and he ran towards the cowshed with twists and twists.

After a while, the second victim was completely unaware of the misery that was about to encounter. He raised his head and chest and was led into the cowshed with a squirting sound. After a while, the shrill and miserable sound was buzzing again.

However, the busy crowd focused all their attention on the ox. No one noticed that he brought back another object this time and woke up!

He sat up from the soft bed and looked at the bandage like a mummy wrapped in confusion. The next second, he turned over and got out of the bed like a swift leopard, huddled under the table, and looked around and left and right with vigilance.

The cavalry in the expedition camp in this barracks either went out to patrol or stood guard. There was no one on the upper floor. Looking around for a few glances, the Sioux man flipped down the window like a black panther.

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No wonder Han Xiaomo was so keen on slaughtering. After three or four of them, she put out this small grill. The cut eggs quickly tore off the veins and used wine to remove the fishy smell. She cut the knife that had just had surgery on the cow into slices, sprinkle some cumin sesame seeds and roasted them.

The first few slices were just baked, and she held the plate in front of Mao Xingjian excitedly, holding it high like a treasure: "Big nephew, try it quickly, this is the best in the grassland! It's so fragrant!"

"Forehead……"

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. The cows were still screaming in the shed. Their balls were already roasted and placed in front of him. Smelling the smell, Mao Xingjian couldn't help but clamp his crotch and aimed at Dongfang Meng, the minister of the East Palace, beside him, with his eyes asking for help.

Unfortunately, it is probably because his prestige is too shallow. The latter has no sense of being humiliated and killed by the emperor. The moment the bearded man touched his eyes, he immediately knocked his chest: "Your Highness, Miss Han is full of thought, you can try it!"

"Forehead……"

Not everyone can eat this cow's waist. Once again, looking at the crispy and oily cow eggs in front of me, Mao Xingjian's mouth twitched even more violently.

Fortunately, in this time, the new victim was pulled back from the stalk of the bull, and the unlucky bull, who was about to be criticized, was curious and sniffed at the scent of the stove, not knowing that the next moment, his eggs would also become the next item on the stove.

"Han, Miss Han, Niu Qian is here!"

"Tie it, I'll come now!"

Her little hand grabbed a few baked small waist slices and stuffed them into her mouth. As she ate, she was filled with oil. Han Xiaomo ran back with a knife in an interest. Just now she turned around, Mao Xingjian immediately left the prince's demeanor and pushed the egg plate to Dongfang Meng. But his face turned green. Dongfang Meng pushed the plate back with a look of goodness to the prince.

Chinese martial arts is profound and profound. Just look at a plate. When they are pushing back and forth in front of the two of them, pushing back and forth like playing Tai Chi, a huge Yin-Yang fish exudes a majestic aura and clearly emerges on the table. The spirit is like a dragon and tiger converge, and Ren and Du are all connected. Seeing that all the peerless magical skills are about to be mastered, a slap suddenly reaches into the plate. In the surprised expression of the prince and the sailor commander, Song Yongzhong, who had just returned from patrol, was also familiar with the people, and asked curiously while creaking his mouth with oil.

"What a delicious barbecue, Prince, is this the latest cooking method in Central China?"

"Yeah, yeah, you eat it!"

"Song Qing, try it!"

He nodded in unison, and the prince and the sailors pushed the roast sirloin to Song Yongzhong together. This neat movement made the brave and warlike cavalry lieutenant stunned.

At this time, the thick snow was pulled out a crack, and a pair of eyes were exposed fiercely and vigilantly. Suddenly, the scream of the cow suddenly attracted his attention and looked over. The next second, fear immediately appeared on the face of the Indian man. In his pupils, the sacred North American bison of the Sioux was tied to the pole. A female "wizard" with a "magnificent and charming" cut the cow eggs with a knife. The next second, holding two huge cow eggs, ran over to the oven with interest, and several people were eating. Under the education of the witchcraft style, the man couldn't help but tremble.

When he shook, a piece of snow that was not strong on it fell. In an instant, Song Yongzhong turned his head fiercely and vigilantly and shouted: "Who!!!"

Almost scared and covered his crotch, the young Sioux man turned around and ran away!
Chapter completed!