The interior of Panshi Village is changing towards fortification, and the architectural layout is definitely not as simple as it seems. If one more outsider comes in and visits, there will be more possibility of leaking the secret.

Tianhao set up a separate reception room outside Panshi Village, about 200 meters away from the newly built warning tower on the outermost side.

Haoping didn't think this was a negligence to himself. Although the location was remote, the hospitality in Panshi Village was very good: the strong-bodied waitress brought a plate of noodles and cut the cake with a knife in front of Haoping's noodles. She used a spoon to remove the stewed meat from the pot, chopped it on the chopping board, and skillfully stuffed the minced meat into the cake with a kitchen knife.

In the cold weather, after a bowl of hot broth, the whole person instantly became warm. God had no sympathy at all. Although the snow this year was not as big as last year, it felt even colder than last year. After walking from Qinglongzhai, Haoping felt that he was almost frozen. He finally roasted the fire in this warm reception room. He drank two bowls of hot soup in one breath and ate the hot and oily meat patties. Only then did he feel that the taste of the soup was very different from usual.

It is very delicious, without the unpleasant smell of meat, and the scent of the smell completely overturns Haoping's consistent understanding of food.

"How is this broth cooked?" The coarse bread that was full of gravy gave the tongue and mouth a luxurious enjoyment. Haoping, who was in his forties, suddenly felt that all his previous life was wasted. He never dreamed that there would be such delicious food in the world. He swallowed the meat pie that had not yet chewed in his mouth. He continued the previous question at the waitress who was making the cake: "What exactly is it in this soup?"

Before she could speak, the door opened. Tian Hao, the leader of Panshi Village, with snow on her head and shoulders, walked in. He stood at the door and patted his body, walked over with a cold air, sat down by the fire pit, and laughed loudly, "Master Haoping, is this soup good?"

Haoping quickly stood up and wanted to salute, but Tianhao raised his hand and grabbed his shoulder and pressed it down: "Don't be so polite, sit down and say."

Haoping sat down hesitantly: "This... you are the leader, the leader of the village, I..."

"There is nothing to do with you, me, and mine." Tianhao waved generously, picked up a piece of cake from the plate that the maid had just arranged, and said while eating: "You are a hundred people, and I am also a hundred people. They are all brothers in the same tribe, so we don't distinguish each other."

Although it was a scene, it gave Haoping great psychological satisfaction. Although the new leader of Panshi Village was young, he looked easier to deal with than Fusong.

"Get the wine!" With Tianhao's order, the follower Changlin quickly brought a pottery jar. He held a stone in his hand and carefully knocked off the dry and hard pieces of soil on the edge of the jar, quickly revealing the regular round jar mouth.

A strong aroma of wine suddenly filled the air.

Haoping sniffed hard. He had drunk wine and was not unfamiliar with this familiar smell. This is a precious thing, and only in the harvest season will it consume a little bit of food to brew. No matter in any tribe of the northern barbarians, it is a luxury that everyone recognizes.

Waste food will be punished by God. A sip of wine and ten rations of food, especially when food is short, one sip can save a life. Everyone knows that wine is good. Drinking a sip in the cold season will make you feel very warm and comfortable. But even the richest villages will not make wine on a large scale, which is equivalent to throwing a living person into a wine jar, and taking a sip will be human blood.

Seeing Tianhao pick up the earthen jar and pour out a bowl of brown and yellow liquid, Haoping's heart also became excited as the wine smelled. To be honest, the position of the Hundred People's Head only looks glamorous on the surface, but in fact there are not many benefits that really get. Especially for the Dazhai, which has a population of more than 1,000 people, there are many Hundred People's Heads who are equal to Haoping's identity. In fact, he has very few powers in his actual control.

Haoping did not have the right to drink in Qinglong Village, which was a privilege exclusively belonging to the leader. The food was precious and could only be brewed a little during the harvest season every year. The jar of wine was not as big as the earthen pottery jar in front of him. Looking at the young leader of Panshi Village holding a bowl of wine respectfully handed to him with both hands, an indescribable impulse seemed to instantly penetrate Haoping's whole body. His whole body trembled slightly in excitement and excitement, and almost couldn't even hold the wine bowl.

This bowl of wine will be worth at least one, two people!

He deeply felt the respect from the young leader.

Qinglong Village and Panshi Village belong to the Leiniu tribe. Although the distance between the two villages is not far, there is little contact in normal times. In the middle of winter, it is cold and cold. If you stand in the snow for a long time and don’t move, you will freeze into an ice sculpture. No one is a fool. In this kind of weather, there is actually only one purpose, in order to seek help.

Arrogance and contempt often magnify exponentially at this time. Although everyone is poor, the person who eats more food instantly becomes a rich man, and can stand at a high place to ridicule the fellow tribe who is about to starve to death. No one pays attention to the price of grain during the autumn harvest season, and each one will raise the price of grain very high. As long as it does not exceed the bottom line of the population-food ratio that we silently adhere to, everything has to be discussed, and even the humiliating conditions must be accepted.

"Ahao...you...you are a good person!" Suddenly, Haoping's words became a little choked. He raised his left thumb at Tianhao, then held the wine bowl in both hands, took a sip with indescribable emotion, feeling the sweet fragrance and hotness in his mouth quickly, while he sighed, grabbed Tianhao's arm, and the two of them sat down next to each other.

Tianhao asked with a smile: "Haoping, is there enough food in your village?"

Speaking specific words at the right time can produce unexpected results. Even if a person with a strong guardianship is not afraid of Tianhao, who is smiling at this time, let alone he is the leader of the village. The other party did not sarcastically in words, and with the expensive bowl of wine, Haoping completely lets go. He shook his head mockingly: "I don't hide it from you, Qinglong Village has not much food."

Tianhao turned his head and gave a wink at Tian Kuang who was standing behind him. The latter nodded understandingly and turned out. When he came back a while later, Tian Kuang was carrying a large deer-skin bag on his shoulder, heavy. In front of Haoping, he placed his pocket on the floor and untied the tether. It was full of large pieces of venison and dried fish.

Tianhao took a cloth pocket from Changfeng's hand from the side, which was about the size of an adult's two fists. When he handed it to Haoping, the latter found that it was filled with coarse salt.

"This is a gift I gave to Haoping. Eat it first, and then come and get it if it is not enough." Tianhao spoke generously and powerfully: "Everyone is from the Leiniu Tribe, what are the differences between each other? Mine is yours, and yours is mine."
Chapter completed!