Fengshen: From the Spider Spirit Falling in Love with Me

"Song boy." Uncle Liu drove the donkey cart to the door of the mud pavilion.

"Uncle Six, come in quickly. I made some skewers of meat. We'll have a few drinks later."

"Haha, okay."

The old man tied up the donkey cart, took out a jar of old wine from the cart, and walked into the house happily.

In his previous life, Zhang Song’s barbecue and skewers were just average, and sometimes the tongs would catch fire. But here, he was an expert, not to mention that he was willing to add seasoning.

The seasoning is more expensive than the beast meat. Zhang Song only managed to get a tiny amount with his five gold coins, an amount so small that he couldn't even pinch it with his fingers.

"The hunting team will be back in two days, and the village will hold a sacrificial feast. Are you ready?"

"What? What are you preparing?"

The old man looked at him with a look of disappointment: "You don't have anyone you like? Haven't you always liked the Mo family's Tiger Girl?"

"I……"

"Don't worry, I'll prepare a jar of wine just for you that day, and you can get whoever you like."

Zhang Song was speechless. This old guy is really cruel!

The sacrificial banquet is a major festival held once a year in Shiniuzhai. There are various competitions with generous rewards. It is also the day for blind dates in Shiniuzhai.

Men should show their bravery and women should show their moral character.

Although one-third of the women in Shiniuzhai were sent from other villages, this tradition was tacitly accepted.

Uncle Six knew that Zhang Song was a talented person and that he could sell several times more alcohol than he did. This grand ceremony was to see if the two of them were competing with each other.

Zhang Song inquired about Bai Du Peak, and there were 137 caves. Wow, this was the strongest fighting force in Shi Niu Village. They hardly participated in anything, but if anyone around offended Shi Niu Village, any cave master would come down and destroy the entire village.

Destroy the village and the entire clan, this is how Shiniuzhai treats its enemies.

These cave masters are said to be high-ranking figures. Zhang Song analyzed and estimated that they are all in the late stage of Qi training, and there may be a few in the foundation building stage.

……

There was a festive atmosphere in the village. People wore their good clothes that they were reluctant to wear in the past, and put on all kinds of beautiful accessories.

There were more and more warriors in the village riding wolves and elephants. The villagers spontaneously formed a market in the square and started selling goods.

Zhang Song also got a small cart with stewed wild boar meat on it. There was no seasoning, but it was already pretty good.

I also prepared a separate seasoning made from chopped wild onions and wild garlic.

Sixth uncle provided the wine and he provided the meat, and the two of them partnered to set up a snack stand in the market. Business was pretty good. Even those who had been reluctant to eat or drink in the past would sit down, have a drink or two, and chat with their friends around them.

"Brother Song, pick out two larger spines for me."

"Okay."

"Don't mention it, this one made by Xiaosong tastes really good, you can't learn how to make it at home."

"Sixth brother, bring two jars of wine."

Zhang Song brought a pot of stewed pork over. There were two warriors with long swords placed on a bench on the side.

He grabbed the towel around his neck and wiped his hands. A hoarse voice came from behind him: "Cut me half of the pig's head, two pig's feet, and a jar of the best wine."

Zhang Song turned around and smiled even more cordially: "Good morning, Third Clan Elder."

"Yo, you're good at remembering me. Good...good."

Uncle Six quickly held the altar for a long time and said, "Third Master, how come you have time to come down today?"

The elders of the three tribes laughed and said, "Just join in the fun."

The third elder of the tribe looked to be in his seventies, and there was a little old man with a big crow jumping on the table on his left, waiting for his share of meat.

The elders from the three tribes swallowed a piece of meat with tendons and bones in one gulp, looking very happy. They drank another large bowl of wine, then narrowed their eyes and looked at Zhang Song.

"Have you started practicing Qi?"

Zhang Song nodded naively, "Thank you very much, elders of the three tribes. I got some beast meat. After returning from the upper village, I feel that I have made some progress."

He is at the third level of Qi training, which is considered a middle-level figure in the village. However, knowing the existence of the Hundred Poison Peak, he dare not act too arrogantly.

The three clan elders nodded slightly and concentrated on eating meat and drinking.

Before leaving, he put down a few thumb-sized silver coins and said, "Young man, if you have ability, you should show it. You can sign up for this harvest festival. Just have fun. It's not shameful to lose."

Uncle Six wiped the table and lowered his head to ask, "The Third Clan Elder rarely gives advice to others. You must seize the opportunity during this harvest festival."

Zhang Song sighed, thinking that he was too good, so he should give such opportunities to others.

The annual sacrifice of Shiniuzhai involves not only wrestling, martial arts competitions, climbing a mountain of knives and jumping into a sea of ​​fire, but also much more.

The first warrior title will directly give him access to top-notch skills, hundreds of acres of fertile land, and focused training.

Others who ranked at the top also received various rewards, and some were even brave enough to form private hunting teams as long as they paid a certain share.

One of the two sold wine and the other sold animal meat. Their business was booming and they earned three or four gold coins in just a few days. Ordinary villagers probably couldn't save that much in half a year.

The annual festival, also known as the harvest festival, is held once every year at the end of the year and is the top priority of Shiniuzhai.

During the three-day event, people were free to drink alcohol and eat meat, everyone wore new clothes, and some wealthy families even put fruit candies in front of their doors for the children to take.

Mountain of swords, sea of ​​fire!

There are more than a dozen rows of long swords with the blades facing upwards. Anyone who can climb up will be rewarded with hardware. The fastest person will be rewarded with a sword and a plowing ox.

The same is true for a sea of ​​fire. Those who can remain unscathed will also be rewarded with a sword and a working ox.

Zhang Song and his sixth uncle drove a horse-drawn carriage and set up a stall on the side.

"Kidneys. Top quality crude wolf kidneys."

"Mutton skewers, ten skewers for one silver coin."

Zhang Song was sweating profusely, but his business was really good.

"Give me two of each."

She was a woman from Baishilou, wearing a cloth gown and exquisite silver ornaments on her head and neck.

"It's Sister Qingqing."

Zhang Song quickly took out a handful of roasted lamb skewers and handed them over.

Mo Qingqing picked it up, put it in her mouth and took a bite, frowning slightly, a little regretful: "The charcoal has a strong smell of pine, and the mountain goat meat is also average, with a strong fishy smell. The roasted one is much worse than the Fifth Master."

After taking a small bite, Mo Qingqing shook her head and took out a few silver coins and placed them on the table.

"So bad?" Zhang Song was a little puzzled. It's hard to satisfy everyone, and this sister obviously likes sweet food.

"You don't know how to use a knife, which wastes the freshness and tenderness of the rock sheep meat. You are still a little lacking in the art of control. You can learn a control skill first."

"There is a book on bone-cutting knife techniques in Baishilou. You can take a look at it."

"How much gold?" Zhang Song couldn't help asking.

"I'll give you eight spirit stones. Come back and exchange them later."

Mo Qingqing left. The young man in this village still has some talent, but it's a pity that he is too scheming. If he concentrates on practicing, he will surely achieve success and become a pillar of the village.

From the kebabs, one can tell a person's knife skills, techniques, understanding of ferocious beasts, etc. Unfortunately, none of them are up to standard.

Zhang Song shook his head and wondered what Lingshi looked like. Otherwise, Jin Yuan would not have been able to see his barbecue skills.

However, from Mo Qingqing's words, he also felt that his methods were too crude. He had the Immortal Palace to hang up, but he did not have the patience to seriously study and practice. He was truly begging with a golden bowl in his hand.

After this annual festival, I went into seclusion and would not come out until I reached the intermediate level of Qi training.

Uncle Six gently reminded him, "You are still young, practice well. You don't want to be like me in the future, do you?"

Zhang Song glanced at him. He had three daughters-in-law, more than a dozen sons and grandchildren, and a small winery. What else did he want? He was not satisfied with such a life.

"Uncle, what do you think about us getting something high-end that can only be purchased with spirit stones?"

"You are so stupid. One spiritual stone is worth one hundred gold coins. How can we be worth that much money?"

"People should still have dreams. Oh, I'm old now, and I'm past the age of dreaming."