Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

The sound simulated by the vocal organ is sharp, the kind of sound that is about to break, only that of a weak, thin dog.

If you don't look at the person and just listen to the voice, you can imagine a skinny guy with a weak yin and yang, pulling his neck and shouting.

This accent can weaken Zhao Chuanxin's aura of being tall and tall.

Sure enough, Bayar and Qimuge, or Yokokawa Yoshiro, didn't notice anything was wrong.

Zhao Chuanxin said in his heart: The fishing was good, and the lost fish were brought back.

But Bayar Bo'er was unwilling to spend the wasted money, so he went to buy a lamb from a herdsman and roasted it himself.

The old man had a bit of stubbornness in his heart. He asked the herdsmen for dried cow dung, lit it on fire near Zhao Chuanxin, and roasted the skinned lamb slowly.

It's really clean and hygienic.

Zhao Chuanxin was in the downwind, almost crying due to the strange smell of burning cow dung.

The vocal organ screamed: "Okay, okay, you are so stubborn, aren't you?"

He took wood, set up the charcoal stove, and quickly moved upwind of the two of them.

The meat skewers were already cooked. Zhao Chuanxin picked up a fork, picked up a handful of wet grass and threw it into the charcoal stove.

Immediately, thick smoke billowed, covering the bodies of Master and Disciple Bayar Bo'e.

The two of them were choked and coughing in the thick smoke.

Zhao Chuanxin was playing with the skewers and shaking his legs to watch the fun.

The wind in the grassland had no direction, it just choked them for a moment and then turned elsewhere.

Bayar and Yokokawa Yoshiro were disgraced.

But Zhao Chuanxin was still regretful, why didn't they choke to death?

He chewed a piece of meat tendon. He didn't chew it for a long time and spit it into the charcoal stove.

Bayar frowned when he saw it: "You are so disrespectful to the flames. Sooner or later, you will be punished by the God of Fire."

They worship fire and cannot bake their boots on the stove, step over the fire, blow a pipe on the stove, use a knife to pick the flame, or throw stolen goods into the fire... There are a lot of taboos about fire.

As for cow dung, they believe that cow dung is clean and can even be used to clean greasy pots and porcelain after meals.

Yokokawa Yoshiro looked languid and seemed to be impatient with the red tape in Bayar.

Zhao Chuanxin stroked another string and said, "It's okay. If you accumulate virtues and I commit sins, we will offset them."

"..."

What kind of logic is this?

Zhao Chuanxin took a sip of kvass with a certain concentration and enjoyed it very much.

There are only herders' tents nearby and no car shops.

From the looks of it, Bayarbol and the others were going to spend the night by the campfire after finishing their meal.

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a moment. The grassland was vast and it was the peak season. The tall weeds could easily block his sight. If the two of them ran away, it would be difficult to chase them.

So he also prepared to spend the night here, keeping an eye on the two of them.

At this time, a little boy walked out of the yurt. He was as round as a potato.

He was behind Zhao Chuanxin, looking eagerly at the meat skewers in his hand.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the boy's parents, who were busy handling the dead sheep in the night and seemed to have no time to cook.

After thinking about it, he gave the remaining meat skewers to Fatty.

The fat little boy was so silly that he took it and ate it without saying thank you.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a folding horse with a backrest and sat down, stretched out his legs, lit a cigarette, and unconsciously rubbed the lambskin that had just been peeled off with his hands. It was very soft.

There were only a few meat skewers left, which were probably just enough for a fat little appetizer. After devouring the meat, seeing that there was nothing left in Zhao Chuanxin's hand, he sat down next to Zhao Chuanxin and muttered something.

Zhao Chuanxin was confused and couldn't understand.

But I heard Bayarbo, who was still roasting a whole lamb in cow dung next to him, said: "He said, do you like lamb?"

Zhao Chuanxin thought that you were quite a nice person and even helped translate.

While flossing, he blew out cigarette smoke and said calmly: "It's necessary. I like all kinds of animals except humans. I can't eat without them."

Bayar's forehead: "..."

Are you sure that's what the kid meant?

He translated it to Fatty, who scratched his head and said something else.

Bayar's translation: "He said he has tea bricks at home and can cut one for you to make tea."

The fat little boy had no neck. Zhao Chuanxin patted him on the back: "Go quickly and get more. You only eat meat and don't like digesting it."

Fatty got up and ran away.

Bayar Bor'e said: "He is young and ignorant. You are taking advantage of him without telling me."

Zhao Chuanxin still wore his cowboy hat low, and laughed: "Everyone is prude, and true gentlemen like me are rare. He ate my mutton skewers, and he will naturally have to pay the price. Only villains will live forever. Qi, a gentleman is as magnanimous as I am."

At this time, Yokokawa Yoshiro sneered: "That kid is so stupid, you made it sound like you were fooling him."

Zhao Chuanxin dusted off the cigarette ashes: "Don't underestimate the children. You must know that the next generation will look at the previous generation more clearly than the previous generation looked at the next generation. This child has not eaten, why is he looking for me instead of you? Maybe he is a fat kid. It’s obvious that you have ulterior motives.”

Yokokawa Yoshiro's heart tightened, and he snorted coldly: "Do you, a philistine like you, dare to look down on others?"

Zhao Chuanxin raised his head, exposing half of his chin. His eyes looked through the brim of his hat and saw the dark clouds in the sky dispersing, revealing the clear starry sky again.

He said: "Feng Yue has a smooth business and is at ease in the world. In my life, I have killed people, set fires, lied, and slept with women, but no matter what I do, I have no regrets.

You're such a bad bitch that oozes pus, I'm afraid you can't even sleep and eat well on weekdays, right? "

"You..." Yokokawa Yoshiro is no match for Zhao Chuanxin because of his words.

My nose is so hung up and crooked.

But Bayar, an old fellow, stared at the beard on Zhao Chuanxin's chin and narrowed his eyes.

At this time, the outer layer of the lamb they roasted was also cooked.

Yokokawa Yoshiro turned his anger into appetite, tore off the dry mutton and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowing it in large gulps.

These days, he hasn't eaten anything good on the road, and his stomach is extremely short of fuel and water.

Bayar Bor'e said: "Qimuge, please eat more slowly. Meng and Tengger will not like us overeating. The Han people also say that you should not eat too much of a good thing."

Menghe Tengger is the Changshengtian, the highest god of the grassland.

Yokokawa Yoshiro suddenly went berserk, with a ferocious expression on his face: "Open your mouth to talk about Meng He and Tengger, but keep your mouth shut to live forever. My wounds have festered. Why didn't the gods let me heal? If I don't eat more meat, how can I recover?"

Bayar was speechless.

Sometimes, when you pray to the gods for protection, the gods will fail.

The atmosphere was cold, except for the beeping sound of the bonfire.

Zhao Chuanxin boiled the kettle on the charcoal stove and opened the lid.

Fatty also brought tea bricks.

Tea is as important to grassland people as cattle and sheep.

The fat boy broke it off to the size of his fist, and there were marks of being hit by a knife on it.

Zhao Chuanxin divided a third of it and stuffed the rest back into the fat little hand: "That's enough."

Then he gave the rest of the milk bricks he got from another child to Fatty.

This thing is not particularly attractive to Fatty, but it can satisfy his hunger.

People on the grasslands are actually very tough and only need a little food to survive. During the lean season, it is common to go hungry and have a full meal.

Fatty suddenly pointed at a corner of the moon on the horizon. He stretched out his hand as if to pull the moon out, and made a straining sound like he couldn't poop out.

Zhao Chuanxin said in his heart that his ability to enjoy himself was almost as good as his own.

He would not regard this behavior as stupidity.

The happiness that children get is logical and self-consistent, but adults have lost this ability.

But Zhao Chuanxin has not yet, so he likes children, and children usually like him.

But Yokokawa Yoshiro's heart was filled with pain. This is the fate of a villain.

At this time, Bayar looked at the fat boy who was looking at the moon sillyly, and suddenly turned to ask Zhao Chuanxin: "Why do you think the juniors can see the seniors more clearly?"

"Because the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, every time a new generation is replaced, a piece of history is updated. Using people as a mirror can help us know gains and losses; using history as a mirror, we can know the ups and downs." Zhao Chuanxin added: "Like me, we have to learn about success and failure every day. Read "Spring and Autumn"."

As he said this, he took out a copy of "Spring and Autumn" from nowhere, opened it, and shook his head.

Bayar's forehead: "..."

The more Yokokawa Yoshiro looked at Zhao Chuanxin, the more he disliked him.

He couldn't describe it because there was no word "pretentious" at this time.

So he ate meat fiercely.

But eating meat can also cause choking.

Especially when Zhao Chuanxin poured two cups of tea, and Fatty held the glass and drank the tea with a hiss.

Yokokawa Yoshiro choked even more, rolled his eyes, and was slapped on the back several times by Bayar before letting go.

Bayar had no heirs, so he really cared about this apprentice.

It's just that this old guy gave his care to the wrong person.

At this time, a wolf howled was heard not far away.

The parents of the fat little boy immediately stopped what they were doing and hurried back to the tent to get their bows and arrows...