Playing intrigue is worse than engaging in infrastructure

Sure enough, Lian Ti lived up to everyone's expectations. When he came out of the mountain on his horse, he was already full of prey.

Everyone was obviously not surprised by this, and after a few symbolic praises, they each found a space and prepared to start a fire and barbecue.

Even mentioning the honorable status, Song Qingyuan is a guest.

Therefore, at this time when everyone was busiest, the two of them were actually free.

Building a bonfire is not an easy task.

They yelled each other's names and helped each other to set up piles of bonfires.

The name sounds a little weird and awkward to the people of the Central Plains, but it seems extraordinarily normal in this bustle.

Listening to these loud voices, Song Qingyuan suddenly remembered that many ethnic minorities would give themselves a Chinese name on the basis of their original names.

I don't know if the Mobei people in this era will also have this habit.

He was curious for a moment, tilted his head, leaned towards Lian Ti, and asked his doubts in a low voice.

As if he didn't expect him to ask this question, Lian Ti paused before answering: "Only people who often deal with the Central Plains will give themselves a Chinese name in order to follow the Romans, and most of them would is a direct transliteration."

Song Qingyuan nodded thoughtfully.In Lian Ti's capacity, it should be the latter.

The name contains many beautiful meanings, or solemn expectations.Even those difficult-to-pronounce names that are directly transliterated are endowed with different meanings.

Song Qingyuan originally wanted to ask about the meaning of Lian Ti's name, because his name is not common even in Huye language.

Even Song Qingyuan, a young language genius who is proficient in Huye language, can't quite understand the meaning.

But after all, the other party is the noble king of Mobei, and it seems that it is not very polite to call him by his first name.What's more, they don't seem to be familiar with the point of exchanging the meaning of each other's names.

Curiosity about the meaning of even mentioning the name and the rationality of "shouldn't ask about it" wrestled with each other in Song Qingyuan's heart, which made his usually indifferent face show a bit of entanglement.

Lian Ti seemed to have glimpsed the reason from these entanglements, waved his big hand, and said to Song Qingyuan very straightforwardly: "Your Highness, if you want to ask anything, just ask, Mobei is not like the Central Plains, there are not so many rules."

While showing his generosity and elevating Mobei, he also did not forget to step on the former company of his new partner.

As expected of King Mobei who won the battle for royal power heroically, even Song Qingyuan, who has been the CEO for many years, has to give him a thumbs up for his awareness in this regard.

I don't know if this belittling played a role, Song Qingyuan really stopped worrying about the question of "whether it is in line with etiquette", and slowly asked the doubts in his heart.

But when he got Lian Ti's answer, Song Qingyuan was stunned for a moment.

"So... Your name, Your Majesty, means Wolf King?" He raised his eyebrows lightly.

The full name should be the Snow White Wolf King on the Wolf God Snow Mountain.

I don't know how this short vocabulary contains so many modifiers.

"That's right." Lian Ti nodded, taking it for granted.

The name is even more convincing when paired with his pupils, which glow a faint amber green in the sunlight.

The old King Mobei who named him had given him such a name before Lian Ti was born.

Song Qingyuan turned his head away with a smile, and finally couldn't hold back the ridicule, "When your father named you, did you ask the wolf king on the mountain?"

I don't know whether the other party agrees to transfer his name to you.

Obviously, Lian Ti still liked his name very much.

I saw him stunned for a moment, then raised his eyebrows, a little arrogantly defending the ownership of his name: "If it disagrees, I will shoot an arrow through his head."

"Okay." Song Qingyuan clicked his tongue softly, "You're quite confident."

The rest lit a bonfire as they discussed ownership of the name Lian Ti.

The sun gradually went west, and soon the New Year's celebration ceremony began.

The people in Mobei are rumored to be a group who are good at singing and dancing.

But in Song Qingyuan's eyes, this sentence was obviously a widely spread rumor.

At least the crowd around him had nothing to do with being good at singing and dancing.

The people sitting around the same bonfire with Song Qingyuan are all men who have been fighting with Lian Ti all year round.

Not only do they behave boldly on weekdays, but their voices are three points rougher than others when they sing.

Not to mention dancing, if it wasn't for the beaming faces of each of these people, everyone who saw them would think they were drunk and crazy, or the kind that could fight in the next second.

Song Qingyuan was tortured so much that even his appetite for eating was taken away during this god-like singing and dancing.

I don't know why, it's obviously a broad and far-reaching prairie tune, but under their interpretation, it becomes the current appearance of the devil dance.

But obviously, they who were "singing and dancing" didn't realize it at all, and they looked quite intoxicated.

Not only that, they also tried to draw Song Qingyuan here to have fun with them.

But in the end, you look at me and I look at you, and both gave up this idea.

The reason is very simple. In their words, Song Qingyuan is really too "immortal".

Although they had seen handsome people before, Song Qingyuan was different. He seemed to exude an exile aura.

It's like sitting here with him today to have fun with everyone, but it always gives them a feeling that the other party will leave the hustle and bustle of the world in a second and directly float into the fairyland.

Therefore, even though Song Qingyuan treated people very amiably and amiably on weekdays, he didn't have any condescending airs.

But they didn't dare to get close to each other, they only had an inexplicable awe.

Lian Ti, who is striding forward, does not have the same complicated psychology as them.

He was holding a plate of lamb leg that he had roasted himself, and walked straight up to Song Qingyuan.

Don't forget to use a machete to divide the meat into just the right size.

Lian Ti's barbecue was much better than Jiang Duo's.Song Qingyuan coldly abandoned Jiang Duo, who had been doing his best to barbecue, and let him go freely.

In this way, the heavy responsibility for Song Qingyuan's barbecue was handed over to Lian Ti.

So the dignified Mobei King sat by the campfire like this, facing the smoke, and roasted the lamb leg for him all night.

One person grilled the meat, and the other took it and sprinkled the seasoning.

The two ate together in harmony for the whole night, without any problem at all.

The celebration last night was a bit late for everyone, and they slept until almost noon the next day before getting up.

According to the past, Song Qingyuan must also be a member of the late rising army.But today was different, he asked Jiang Duo to wake him up early.

There is no other reason for getting up early, but because the craftsmen made the copper pot for eating hot pot yesterday.

The love for hot pot has almost been engraved into the DNA of the Huahua people.

Although Song Qingyuan has countless delicacies after time travel, but without hot pot, he always feels that something is missing.

It's a pity that he has been busy with intrigue since he crossed, so he doesn't have the time to think about what to eat.

It wasn't until he came to Mobei that he was finally able to let the craftsmen make a copper pot according to the appearance of the copper hot pot in later generations, so as to satisfy his wish of eating hot pot all the time.

The hot pot of later generations has been divided into various genres.Whether it's Sichuan-Chongqing spicy, Cantonese-style hot pot, or old Beijing mutton, each has its own characteristics.

But what Song Qingyuan asked the craftsmen to make was still a traditional copper pot with a cylindrical flue in the middle.

The reason is also very simple. Other hot pots need to prepare another stove, and it is too troublesome to heat the pot on the stove.

Unlike a copper pot, you only need to put the red-hot charcoal in the hollow pot.

As for the soup base of the hot pot, it is also made of boiled bone broth.

There is no chili at this time, so naturally there is no spicy pot bottom, but it is equally delicious to replace it with delicious bone broth.

The fresh beef and mutton that was just killed today was sliced ​​into thin slices and put aside early to marinate.

The vegetables were just picked, and they were grown from the greenhouse that was built by the way when the kang was set up some time ago.

Because it is not yet fully mature, it still has a tender green color that makes people look appetizing, and it is most suitable for hot pot.

After everything was ready, Song Qingyuan was not in a hurry to fire, but sat aside, quietly waiting for another diner to arrive.

Yesterday, he even mentioned to roast the meat for him all night. In return, Song Qingyuan invited him to cook hot pot together.

Reciprocate courtesy and courtesy.

He glanced at the sun outside, and said to himself with some doubts: "Is it too late to even mention it?"

Just as Jiang Duo came in with a plate, Song Qingyuan expressed his doubts.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Duo shook his head and denied his guess.

"The king of Mobei went to the school to practice martial arts early this morning. It should be a little delay in taking a bath and changing clothes after practicing martial arts. Your Highness may as well wait a little longer, just as there is still a dessert in the kitchen that is not ready."

School grounds?

Song Qingyuan was a little surprised, Jiang Duo didn't leave the palace today, but saw Lian Ti practicing martial arts.

Could it be that there is a school field in the palace and he didn't notice it?

"Your Highness doesn't know?" Jiang Duo scratched his head.

Song Qingyuan really didn't know, since he came to the royal court, he has been busy doing various things, he almost never comes back every day until the sun goes down, and he really didn't pay close attention to the structure of the royal palace.

"The school grounds are not far from His Highness's residence. If His Highness is free, you can go and have a look." Jiang Duo said naturally.

I don't know if it's too big-hearted to even mention this person or what, but he has no defense against Song Qingyuan and his party.

A few days ago, Song Qingyuan took Daju out for a walk, and Daju was running around in front of him, so he rode behind and chased after him.

There are no taboos wherever he goes, and no one stops him. He is more free than wandering around his own house.

But going to the school grounds is still avoided, Song Qingyuan doesn't like to practice martial arts for several hours in the cold like Lian Ti.

Just as Song Qingyuan was listening to Jiang Duo talking about what he saw and heard when he passed the school grounds today, the characters in their conversation finally opened the door and walked in.

"The king is late, and I hope His Highness will forgive me." The other party apologized as soon as he entered the door.

Lian Ti didn't braid her hair today, but tied a hairpin loosely, pulling the front hair behind her back.The smooth long hair just neutralized the sharpness of his face, showing a bit of gentleness.

The ends of his hair were still a little damp, and he obviously rushed over just after taking a bath.

Song Qingyuan shook his head indifferently, "I was just in a hurry today."

What he said was not polite to the other party, and it was indeed not time for lunch.

But after all, it's normal for Song Qingyuan to be impatient since he hasn't eaten hot pot for such a long time.

Today's seats are on the left and right sides of the copper pot, there is no priority, so Song Qingyuan randomly chose a seat for Lian Ti to sit down.

The author says:

I'm late--

Hot pot is always a god.

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!