The first Taoist priest of the Tang Dynasty

Your pig's head, your pig's head, your pig's head.

After talking about important matters three times, Zhong Wen finally recovered.

Well, it's your own pig's head, not someone else's.

"Eat, eat, eat all."

Zhong Wen hated to say something, but these little brats in front of him, his words really didn't have any lethality.

"Eat your pig's head to death."

However, in the end, Zhong Wen added another sentence in his heart.

Zhong Wen felt that he and the pig heads had already had a grudge, and felt that there were a bunch of pig heads dangling in front of his eyes, some big ones, some small ones, and even little pig heads with bare buttocks.

"Thank you brother Daoist."

"Thank you Dao sauce pot."

"Okay, don't talk anymore, the pig's head will be ready in a while, and you are indispensable."

Zhong Wen couldn't take it anymore, even though it was just a thank you, but he was really afraid that these little brats would say that he was a pig's head after a while, so he stopped to say no more.

In fact, these mountain people, whether they are old people, adults, or little kids, are all pure and good people.

It's basically not that there is any bad meaning, it's just that Zhong Wen sounds awkward.

In addition, the people in this village, as long as they hunted some animals and wild animals, they all shared them together, and each family was basically the same.

If there is something to eat, everyone will eat together; if there is nothing to eat, everyone will be hungry together.

Just like eating a big pot of rice.

Zhong Wen actually quite likes this model, perhaps, this model can bring everyone closer.

But only when the number of people is small, if there are more people, then there are some problems with this model.

And this kind of big pot of rice is still very important to these mountain people in this village.

Even if these mountain people hunted some large wild animals or something, they got furs, and in exchange for food, they were distributed to each family.

If you really sell some money, it will basically be divided.

Therefore, basically every family is poor and every household is poor.

Do you want money, but food? According to Xiaobao, there is still some.It's just that those grains seem to be reserved for children with bad teeth and old people with bad teeth.

Zhong Wen reckoned that those grains should be very little, so little that even a pot of rice could not be cooked, otherwise, Big Bear and the others would not have had the idea of ​​going to robbery.

But in the past few days, Zhong Wenna never ate a single meal of rice, not even porridge.

Some people can't eat meat, some can't eat rice, some can't eat pasta.

In this era, it seems to have become a vicious event.

Just like these mountain people, food is more precious to them than meat.

For some people outside the mountains and forests, meat is more precious than food.

Some people will say that you rely on mountains to eat mountains, and you rely on water to eat water.

This sentence may be acceptable after a thousand years of use.

But this is the Tang Dynasty, and the clans and noble families ruled the whole world.

As long as you are an ordinary farmer, this sentence will never reach your head.

The inheritance and confidentiality of skills, the transmission and communication of methods, all these make you unable to rely on mountains and water.

Just like these mountain people, they will never tell anyone other than their village about their hunting skills casually.

Because this is what they eat.

If you spread all your abilities, you will lose your job. In this era, it is impossible to exist.

Of course, it is not ruled out that some masters and apprentices teach art, but this kind of art teaching has many restrictions.

For example, serving for a lifetime, or working for more than ten or twenty years, or even how much money you earn, you may be allowed to leave, and there are still various rules and regulations.

Just like in Zhong Wen's previous life, the club that talked about cross talk, after learning the art, he served for many years, that's how it is.

This is the case in modern society, not to mention how it was in ancient times.

"Everyone line up, stand up, and I'll share it with you."

At this time, Zhong Wen was holding a knife in his hand, and was cutting some pork heads on a chopping board. Little Leopard was scooping up some soup and began to distribute it to these little brats.

If he didn't take good care of these little brats, Zhong Wen probably wouldn't have a good dinner.

One sentence, you pot the pig's head, probably can make Zhong Wen vomit three liters of blood.

The little brats, each of them, were honest, holding their bowls, watching Zhong Wen cut the pork head.

That scent made them drool all over the place.

Little kids, big and small, young ones two or three years old, holding a bowl, older ones five or six years old, honestly let the youngest little kids come first.

Outside the door, many people stood and watched.

They are also like those little brats, they all slander that pig's head that belongs to Zhong Wen.

In fact, a wild boar head is not very big.

In terms of Zhong Wen's appetite, let alone a wild boar head, it is estimated that he can eat two or three.

But now, he had to distribute it to these little brats.

As for those grown-ups, it is basically impossible to share them out. Zhong Wen himself, and Xiao Bao and his father-in-law probably don’t have enough to eat, so there is still enough to share.

Zhong Wen's sympathy for others has both good and bad qualities.

Good, naturally he can get the respect of these people, bad, he will naturally be hungry.

And that night, Zhong Wen fell asleep hungry.

There is no way, there is only one pig head, and more than half of it was divided out, and I only ate some, and I couldn't resist the gurgling in his stomach.

Another morning, Zhong Wen did not choose to leave.