Please abide by the Basic Law

Cecil stared at the elk, wondering why he regretted it. After all, he couldn't get enough to eat. Who cares about his face? Of course, he should take care of his stomach first!

Cecil's silence was probably too long. Luther leaned over and said softly, "Magic elk are very trustworthy. If you go back on your word, you will never gain their friendship again."

Cecil thought of the magic elk's agility and gossip attributes, hesitated for a moment, but smiled and said: "Yes, my family, let's come together."

There was a donkey braying of "ang-ang--", and the excitement of the magic elk was fully revealed.

Cecil squatted down to look at the salt water well. It was too dark to see clearly below. He pulled some straw along the way and weaved a straw rope. Unfortunately, the depth was not enough, and there was no place to tie the hard wooden tube. Knowing to let Langdon poke a hole.

"Do you want to fetch water?" said the magic elk.

"Yes." Cecil looked around horizontally and vertically, a little worried, "I can't reach it."

"give it to me."

This time Cecil recognized it. It was the leading elk, with extremely large and branched horns, making it appear top-heavy.He handed over the hard wooden barrel, and the leading elk picked up the bucket and turned it into a bolt of lightning and went into the well. He saw the bolt of lightning spiral down along the wall of the well, and then spiraled back up after being stirred by the sound of water. A barrel of brine.

The real Nima spiraled up to heaven!

Cecil slandered, and excitedly took over the hard wooden tube, dipped his fingers in some water and tasted it, it was salty and bitter, but this was real brine!

"I really don't understand what you are doing with this." The leader elk smoothed his hair with his mouth and said, "It's no different from the salt on the side of the well."

"You'll understand soon." Cecil said nonchalantly.

There were two people when they went there, and four more elks when they came back. Cecil didn't dare to look Langdon in the eyes, although Langdon's expression was still very gentle.

"Then what, these elks came to eat." Cecil said angrily, "I invited them, and they gave the beef legs."

Langdon nodded: "Knights should be rewarded for their kindness."

Fuck, if you don't tell me, I'd have forgotten that I'm still a knight!

Cecil went away without shame. The fire was well maintained by the Wild Boys. He built a barbecue table out of pieces of hardwood that Langdon had chipped off. After burning, it is similar to metal and has good thermal conductivity. Once it withers, it will become brittle and loose, which is a very strange property.

Cecil first put the hard wooden cylinder filled with salt water on the fire to boil. The fire is not strong, and the salt will be obtained by slowly boiling the water dry. This is the simplest and primitive way to get salt.Of course, this salt is not pure enough, but it is much better than drinking it directly.He turned to the back of the house and saw that the beef leg had been disassembled into meat pieces of the same size, even in the same shape, and the hair had been shaved clean. He had to marvel at Langdon's knife skills.

"It would be better if it could be cut into slices." Cecil said aggressively, "It's not too thin, and it's best to have a little fat in each slice." The main thing is that the beef leg is too old. If it is a whole piece, he thinks it will be roasted No, he has a lot of experience in cooking, not only because he has done related work, but also because he has always lived alone. If he wants to satisfy his appetite after eating takeaway, he can only do it himself and have enough food and clothing. This kind of thing is not among the choices of ordinary people.

Langdon was really good-tempered. Hearing this, he took out his dagger and started to fight without complaining at all.

"Find a clean place to put it after cutting!" Cecil continued to exploit the free labor, secretly sighing a good man.

Taking advantage of Langdon's time to slice the meat, Cecil decided to take a bath in the puddle.

Drinking your own bath water is indeed very painful, but it is not a thing to endure the itching until you go crazy. In the future, there will be boiled water, and it is feasible to drink it or wash it.

Cecil looked at the wild children staring at the boiled salt water, and suddenly realized that these guys also stink, but after getting along with them a lot, his nose has gotten used to it.In comparison, Langdon is simply a modern person. There was absolutely no extra smell when they kissed this morning, it was extremely clean and refreshing.

Damn it, my first kiss with a man!

Cecil suddenly realized this, and he was completely numb.

Wait a minute, Langdon said that this is the basic etiquette of the knight order... What the hell!

After thinking about it, Cecil decided to put these messy things aside and go take a shower first.

"Go take a shower." He called to Luther.

"No." Luther said resolutely, "It's easy to get sick."

"It's easy to get sick if you don't take a bath!" Cecil said, "Bacteria are always on the skin, and people's resistance will decline!"

"I don't know what bacteria you're talking about, but if you encounter a gust of wind from the Falling Wind Valley after washing, you'll immediately know what it means to be sick." Luther said nonchalantly, "Don't wash!"

"It shouldn't be..."

Cecil was a little shaken as he spoke. After all, the ancient people didn’t like bathing because they didn’t like it. No one likes itching all over their bodies. Wind-cold is indeed more likely to get sick.He scratched his belly and felt as if ten thousand ants were crawling on his body. He really didn't know how the original Cecil kept it clean... Forget it, don't ask, asking is magic.

After struggling for a while, Cecil decided to go to the puddle to wash. This move was correct. Although walking was troublesome, and the water was not clean, scrubbing with clothes was tiring, but it didn't feel so itchy after all.

If only there was a river near here!

On the way back, Cecil was so wishful thinking, looking at the mountains full of green, he suddenly realized, if there is no water, how did these water-rich grasses grow?

Luther said that there is not much rainfall in this area, so the only possibility is groundwater. Thinking of the salt well, Cecil was suddenly excited: Can a well be drilled?

Groundwater is much cleaner than surface water, and most of it can be drunk directly. Some well water is also full of minerals, which is a very good supplement for the current extremely nutrient-deficient diet.

The only problem is, he can't drill wells.

Drilling a well in a place without modernization is a big project. It is common to dig a well for one or two years. This is still under the condition of having tools and manpower. Now, it is nothing to ask for, and there are restrictions on the location and distance. There is nothing but thinking about it. There is no other way.

It was almost noon when Cecil returned to the kolba, and he was so hungry that he felt like he could eat a cow.

The magic elks bent their legs and sat kneeling in front of the mud hut, looking very polite, and it reminded them of the image of the leader elk chewing the head of a rhinoceros with bloody blood.

"The meat is ready, take a look." Langdon was also sitting by the fire. At this moment, there was nothing to worry about. Everyone sat directly on the ground. Fortunately, it didn't rain very much here, and the ground was very solid when stepped on frequently. , otherwise it's just sitting in the mud.

Cecil ran directly to the backyard to have a look, and sure enough, slices of meat of similar thickness and size were placed side by side on the cut beef leg, neatly as if obsessive-compulsive.He happily took more than a dozen slices to the front yard, and placed the slices of meat on the hardwood barbecue table like the surface of a bamboo raft. The firepower of the fire was definitely not enough, and it was roasted properly.

The water in the salt cylinder had dried up long ago, and the bottom layer was a piece of yellowish crystals full of impurities. Cecil smashed it with a piece of washed hardwood, and then twisted it with his hands and sprinkled it on the meat slices finely.

The oil in the sliced ​​meat quickly came out under the roasting, making a sizzling sound. The red meat was beating slightly under the green smoke, gradually shrinking and drying, and the aroma was released quickly after the salt was sprinkled on. Pure charcoal barbecue, the smell of carbon has a certain effect on covering up the fishy smell, which is the biggest problem of wild barbecue, after all, there is no garlic and black pepper wine here.

Cecil's saliva was about to flow out, but the meat hadn't completely changed color, so he didn't dare to eat it, who knew if there were parasites in the meat.He got two roasted slender hardwood sticks to turn the meat, four hands stretched out at the same time and a lightning bolt, and the barbecue table became empty.

"God, my God!" Luther yelled in an aria while eating, tears came out, "What did I eat before! My God, this is food without magic! God of food, thank you you!"

"￥%$#%$ woo woo woo woo!" The wild child couldn't get his mouth shut, and the piece Langdon cut was relatively large for the child's mouth. Even so, none of the children were willing to open their mouths and chew viciously. with.

The magic elk snatched it, but because it was too hot, they immediately vomited it out again, shaking their heads while screaming "angang--", and couldn't help eating it again.

Cecil kept stretching out his chopsticks, watching these people eating with great enjoyment.

"I'll bake it for you." Langdon's gentle words sounded in his ears, "It's okay, there's enough meat."

Yes, the meat is indeed enough, but this first batch is carefully selected by me. It is fat and thin, with enough fat layer and not sophisticated muscles. It is just the right size to swallow in one bite...

Cecil almost didn't cry, it seemed humiliating to cry over one bite, but at the moment his hungry, mad stomach was writhing hysterically, cursing his brain for being so dull.

When the second batch was roasting, Cecil said coldly to the four people and the four elk: "Stay away."

"Friend, my friend!" Luther said with a smile on his face, "A noble knight like you will certainly not care about this kind of charity."

"I care."

"Just let me take another sip..."

"Wait until I finish eating, or I'll chop off your hand."

"The size of a small horn..."

"Chop!"

"..."

The magic elk are more straightforward: "I can tell you about the meat from other places."

Considering that these deer still made a lot of effort, they beat the meat and found the salt, Cecil's attitude was much better: "There is a lot of meat."

"But we can't bake."

"...I'm hungry, wait until I'm full."

"Oh, this is acceptable, we only eat one slice at a time."

"..."

The wild children have no human rights even more, they helplessly hide in the distance and don't say a word.

Cecil roasted one after another, and when Langdon's sliced ​​beef shank was almost finished, he hugged his deformed stomach and felt that life had no regrets.