Notes on building a city in the immortal world

The others didn't think as much as Yun Jing thought.

Although everyone is also very interested in the "magic weapon" oven, what is more interesting is the taste of the meat roasted in this oven.

Therefore, when Master Zhenyan finished his pre-dinner speech, the first action of most people was almost to pick up a piece of meat, put it on the hot oven, and listen to the "sizzling" sound of the piece of meat on the iron plate.

The whole hall was filled with the smell of burnt fat.

"As expected of the young master, no matter what the food passes through the young master's hands, it will become extra delicious!" Lu Dayong patted it with a skillful set of rainbow farts.

The black tiger beside Zhenyan couldn't help but secretly rolled his eyes.

Too bad it can't be avoided.

Nangong Zhenyan's table is the main seat, and the person accompanying Zhenyan is naturally the most important person in Bailu Village.

Therefore, in addition to Lu Dayong, the head of Bailu Village, Lu Zhang, the Orion, and a fat middle-aged man were also sitting at this table.

Zhenyan couldn't remember the middle-aged man's name, but only knew that he was the warehouse manager of Bailu Village, who was in charge of managing the village's property—even though such a small village didn't have many valuable things.

These three people, together with Zhenyan, would have been enough for four people to sit at the Eight Immortals table, but Heihu lay lazily on the soft couch next to Zhenyan, occupying most of the seats.

Heihu's eyes were still fixed on the barbecue on the table.

It's just that it has more self-esteem than Shengyu who is waiting to be fed, and will not take the initiative to speak without Zhenyan's invitation.

Zhenyan looked a little funny.

He picked a medium-rare barbecue and put it in Heihu's mouth.

"Young master, I can do it myself." Hei Hu said with some twist.

"Let me come, your paws can't grab anything," Zhenyan said, "And the meat you eat is seasoned separately. I remember you can't eat too much salt?"

Zhenyan remembered that cats and dogs couldn't eat too much salt. It was said that it was because of their size, but Zhenyan was not so sure about this black tiger that was bigger than a human.

"My taste is a bit milder than that of the human race, but it's okay." Heihu swallowed.

It finally understood why Shengyu didn't want to change shifts with it so much.

If you follow the young master, you will have something to eat, and you can still feed it to your mouth, who would want to change it!

Heihu thought while looking at the meat that Zhenyan had picked up, but in the end he couldn't help the temptation/temptation, and swallowed it in one gulp.

[Knife experience +777];

The following system sound made Zhenyan stunned.

He also grilled meat for Nangong Qin before, but at that time he didn't have any damn reaction!

At this time, the warehouse manager at the side saw that Heihu was eating deliciously, and couldn't help picking up his own meat.

"That piece hasn't been baked yet," Zhenyan said.

He just chose the bloodshot meat for Heihu to eat.

[Knife experience +545];

"It's okay, it's already delicious." The warehouse manager said vaguely.

"Actually, the meat tastes better if it's raw, it's more tender." Orion Lu Zhang said, but he quickly picked out a chopstick that was roasted just right.

[Knife experience +999];

"Hehe, I like the ones that are roasted longer." Lu Dayong said in his mouth, and he also picked out a chopstick that was roasted just right.

[Knife experience +999];

As the table started to eat, other seats began to eat one after another, and Zhenyan heard the continuous system sound:

[Knife experience +987];

[Knife experience +919];

[Knife experience +997];

[Knife experience +899];

[Knife experience +999];

……

Meat is king!

In Zhenyan's world where delicious food is everywhere, barbecue can also be popular in the streets and alleys of various countries in various ways. It really makes sense, let alone this world where food is poor.

The generosity of everyone's points for each bite of meat is far beyond what white porridge can match.

Zhenyan even had to temporarily block the sound because of the excessively loud system sound.

After this meal, Zhenyan's knife skills reached [Level [-], first glimpse], even higher than the alchemy skills he had accumulated for a long time.

But even without this skill value, Zhenyan felt a sense of accomplishment looking at the shiny mouths of everyone present.

Feed the sense of accomplishment of success.

Strange, so to speak, I seem to have been failing to feed recently?

Zhenyan thought strangely.

Of course, this dinner is not just about eating, Zhenyan also has some important things to discuss.

So when everyone was about to eat, Zhenyan raised his glass to the village chief.

"Mr. Village Chief, I want to ask you something."

"What's the matter?" The village head had a good meal and forgot about the etiquette for a while.

"Are all these children literate?" Zhenyan asked.

"A few of them should know it? For example, those little girls," the village head frowned. "But most of them can't. They're just mortals, and they don't take the imperial examination. It's useless if they learn it."

Zhenyan was not surprised.

In his world, even if there is compulsory education, it is a problem for children in the valley to study!

Let alone the world.

Zhenyan asked this just to confirm: "Then what if the children among the mountain people found the fairy roots? If they don't know how to read, they can't read the exercise books, right?"

The people at the table laughed, thinking that the young master is indeed the young master.

"Even if you know how to read, there is no exercise to learn!" Cang Guan explained to Zhenyan: "For loose immortals like us, there is no exercise at the beginning, they are all drawn into the body by luck! "

"Then if you go crazy..."

"That's bad luck! Cultivating immortals is all about luck. Whether you have immortal roots is luck one; whether you can meet an immortal is luck two; whether talent is good or not is luck three... to go At the step of ascension, who is not a person of luck?!" said the village chief.

"Speaking of which, the luck of this group of dolls is pretty good, and they happen to meet the young master accepting apprentices," Cang Guan said with a smile: "Those who are found to have immortal roots, even if they are not selected, can go to other immortal sects to have a try." Luck, saved a lot of trouble."

"Yeah, it's not like we were back then. We didn't even know if we had immortal roots. It was good luck. The monsters who attacked the village were not powerful, but they touched the spiritual power, so they were able to draw Qi into the body." Lu Zhang was confused. He squinted and said, he can't drink too much, he even got himself drunk from drinking rice wine.

Zhenyan's mouth twitched as he listened.

No wonder there were so many people during the exam that day.

Do these people think they are buying lottery tickets?

It sounds like it would be a good thing for those children with celestial roots to be accepted by a rookie like myself, because it would be difficult for them to find opportunities to learn.

Zhenyan thought secretly, next time in the exam, it is better to accept all those with immortal roots without wasting them.

However, this is not what he wants to discuss today.

Zhenyan interrupted the village head and the others from reminiscing bitterness and sweetness.

"There is no condition, but since I have become my student, I think literacy is still necessary," Zhenyan said bluntly to the village head: "It's just that I have not practiced for a long time, and I usually have my own homework, so I want to Borrow a few teachers from you to teach these children words and arithmetic."

Having said that, Nangong Zhenyan stared nervously into the village head's eyes.

He said it was a borrower, but in fact he wanted to take advantage of this matter to intervene in the affairs of Bailu Village.

After the last "examination", Zhenyan felt that although Lu Dayong had a good temperament and was warm and friendly, he was unreliable and careless in his work, as if there were so many families in the mountains, at least he should come up with a charter , Tell him, it's better to have a preparation, instead of getting all of them in front of him in one go.

If you entrust your own "New Oriental School" to him, it will probably be almost like stocking.

Zhenyan was about to set up a set of rules.

But Zhenyan didn't have any manpower at all, and he couldn't implement the plan, so he had to make ideas on the villagers of Bailu Village.