At the end of the easternmost end of the Novachis Mountains, there are fertile grasslands of hundreds of square kilometers. After walking 70 kilometers southeast along the edge of the grassland, you will arrive at the foot of the mountains on the northern foot of the Pai Plateau. On the night of early September, there is a southeastern trade wind blowing, making the grassland particularly cold. A few bonfires are lit in the camp, and most people in the caravan sit together around the bonfires. This is a rare moment of relaxation.

If you are lucky, you will see young dancers in the dance troupe running out to perform their newly-edited dance performances, and cheers will be heard everywhere. Even if you are simply dancing a few steps or singing a few words, it doesn't matter. There will be no sarcasm or sarcasm here, because such people will be driven out of the camp by Master Leipus, and you will never come back before the bonfire is burned.

Many drivers are still wearing thick sheepskin coats in winter, but the long winter and long travel make the men in the caravan look like a group of stinky beggars. These stinky men will sit in two groups. Master Pailus will join in and chat at this time. He always has a faint smile on his face. No matter how funny the things are, he has never seen him laugh happily. He is such a very standardized person. He will not dislike you. Even if you have never taken a bath in the past year, and the collar and cuffs of the coat are worn darkly on his chest, he will not frown and will still have a cordial conversation with you.

The women in the dance troupe would gather together alone and have dinner with laughter. They rarely sit with men. Even during this lonely journey, a dancer who finds a lover, would never dare to sit together openly. The aunts in the dance troupe have always been very strict with this kind of thing, and they are always the same in the dance troupe. Rules are always a simple bondage. Only in this dusk night will the dance troupe with great status and reputation come out of the caravan. It is said that such a dance troupe with more than 300 people is called the dance

There are more than 30 girls in the teacher. Uncle Fred has seen a great dancer named Xiuxiu. It is said that all of them are beautiful, their skin is as tender and smooth as white jade in the white fat, their eyes are like clear lake water, and their eyebrows are like mountains on the northern foot of the Pai Plateau that are faint in the distance. These beautiful women only come out to breathe at night. I have always wanted to find an opportunity to sneak into the dance troupe to see the beauties in this world, but I have never had the chance and I am not very brave, for fear of being caught. Sometimes I really can't bear the consequences of making mistakes in the business troupe. I cherish everything I have now.

Women's dinner was mutton soup and cold wild vegetables, each with a browned wheat cake. The aroma and smell of the broth were spread far away, and there were also those tempting wheat cakes. In normal times, there were constant merchant groups who could not bear the temptation of food and exchanged the copper plates on their bodies for some remaining food in the dance troupe. In this regard, the highest leader of the dance troupe didn't care much. It was not too much for women to exchange the saved food for some imperial copper plates.

Tonight is definitely an exception. The dance troupe originally received some fresh antelope meat, which was received by the hunters in the mercenary group during the day, and was given to the dance troupe by someone. Perhaps it was just to win a smile from a dancer. On such a journey, you can not eat fresh meat every day, even if you have a high status like Master Pailus or those dancers with high status. Every such dinner, the men in the troupe would exchange poor copper plates for bowls of hot and delicious broth or fragrant wheat cakes.

But tonight was different. The men in the whole business group were eating the rough black bread in their hands with relish. The copper basin in front of each person was filled with stewed meat. The stewed crispy meat and transparent and bright vermicelli mixed together. The sweet and salty aroma mixed with spices almost conquered everyone. Half a basin-sized black bread was eaten with a small pot of braised pork stewed vermicelli, which could almost make an adult man unable to move. He could only half lie beside the campfire and slowly savor the soft and smooth deliciousness. When the main course and bread filled the stomach, each person had a bowl of wild vegetable soup that exuded a faint fragrance. The men in the business group drank the hot soup in big mouthfuls, and sweat beads were oozing on their foreheads. This beautiful night didn't seem so cold. Tonight, the topic in the men's camp was very uniform: a delicious dinner.

The old orc of Kuru would sit quietly outside his tent, where a small coal stove would be lit. The old man would sit next to him with a stone pier. There would always be a pot of herbal decoction on the stone stove. At this time, a pot of braised pork stewed vermicelli was warmed on the stove. I had already been able to hold my stomach up so much that I could not hold it even if it was just a grain of rice. Kuzu was lying on the hard cowhide mattress and hummed. Old Kuru was like a weathered stone, sitting in front of the coal stove, silent. After looking up at me for a long time, there was a slight fluctuation in his turbid and dark yellow eyes, and then asked me in the orcs, "Did you think of this?"

I shook my head honestly, looked at the steaming delicious food on the coal stove and said, "I don't know why. It seems to be the taste in my memory. There is an invisible hand that has been guiding me. I don't even have to think about it, but I know how to make it. It's delicious, right?" I had to classify it as God's guidance. I really couldn't explain it and was a little embarrassed.

"When I picked you up, you were only that big." Old Kuru spread his hand about half a meter, and then said with a little recollection: "At that time, you didn't even speak, whether it was imperial, orc, or dwarf. I knew you couldn't understand it. At that time, your bone age told me that you were almost 5 years old. I thought you were not very smart and didn't learn any language, and I even suspected that this was one of the reasons why you were abandoned."

I didn't know what to say, and I opened my mouth and said nothing in my throat.

"Later I found that both your blood talent, your understanding and learning ability are the best I have ever seen, no doubt about it." The unconcealed appreciation in Lao Kuru's eyes made me feel a little ashamed. I was cheating!

"Gijia, do you know what this thing means to me and the orcs?" Old Kulu looked at the greasy braised pork stewed vermicelli on the mud stove, looking a little excited.

Is he talking about braised pork or vermicelli, or this dish? I was completely confused. Where is this? No matter how good a dish is, it will be related to the orcs. But recently, Lao Kulu has been mentioning my talent, which made me a little excited. Bloodline is brought from the womb, which shows that I am born to have a higher starting point than others. This is like cheating and fighting monsters. Others can't do it. My brother can do it, he has more experience and more equipment. If he upgrades, he will increase his speed. It looks like a leap ~

"Teacher! I didn't actually do anything." I was honest, obviously I didn't think I was excellent, and continued: "Actually, Kuz has helped me a lot, and we're very happy that everyone recognizes us."

Although Kuz couldn't move, he still nodded violently. He wanted to get the recognition of Old Kuru, and hurriedly said, "Master, I have also put in a lot of effort. But then again, this vermicelli is really delicious. Jijia, you said this potato..."

"Hey!" This guy couldn't control his mouth after all!

The air solidified instantly, and I felt a strong dizziness that I was about to stop at all. My chest was so stuffy that I couldn't breathe, and my heartbeat stopped at this moment. Kuz's mouth was wide open, but he couldn't make any sound. He and I were strangely like a photo, completely frozen in this second.

Old Kuru sat quietly in front of the mud stove, his hands quickly formed various wonderful handprints, and the faint blue light shone out from his fingers, forming a strange and complex picture in front of him. He kept murmuring the ancient orcs in his mouth. I could clearly distinguish his pronunciation, but I had no idea what he said, as if I was praying.

Oh, is that a magic array? I suddenly felt that the pattern formed by the dark blue light in front of Old Kuru was like some complex graphic arrays, and the dark blue light slowly flowed inside. It was a round cover like a small bowl, protecting our small camp. The dark blue light array only appeared for a moment when it was formed, and then disappeared. Kuz and I recovered after the light array disappeared. Kuz opened his mouth without any abnormality and continued to say something: "How can it be made so delicious?"

Kuz wanted to continue to say it, but was interrupted by Old Kuru's stern eyes and said, "Kuz, you can't say these words again in the future. Even if we communicate in orcs, we are not the only ones in the merchant group. Of course, I know that those delicious vermicelli were made from Jijia's land potatoes, and the production method is related to some applications in herbal medicine. Extract the essence of the land potatoes in a very simple way and turn it into another kind of food. This is not that we witch medicine scholars who master pharmacy cannot do it, but that we never thought of doing it. For a long time, whether it is the human kingdom, the dwarf kingdom or the elves' dynasty.

The society does not accept lower plants as food. The plant of ground potatoes grows in large quantities on every inch of the deserted land of the Pai Plateau and Roland continent, and uses their unique tenacious vitality to occupy any place that can be occupied. The arrogant white elves despise all underground creatures, and the human and dwarf worlds also follow the footsteps of the elves, listing ground potatoes and ghost mushrooms as foods that only slaves can eat. Alas, if those people in the caravan know that these vermicelli were extracted from land potatoes, you two would be sent to the gallows. Those people would not care about my thoughts. You two have touched the laws of the human kingdom. My child!"

I didn't know if there would be such a saying, and I stared at Old Kuru with wide eyes in surprise.

"The monks in the temple of the Kingdom of Humanity believe that the plant of earth potatoes will blaspheme the soul and make people unclean and depraved. Haha, what's ridiculous is that some of the poorest orc tribes in our Pai Plateau still rely on the plant of earth potatoes to survive the long winter. So, except for the poor orcs, these earth potatoes are only eaten by slaves. Unless they are hungry and cold, life is at stake, eating earth potatoes is a sin." What Lao Kulu said made my back a little cold. I really don't know if anyone in the caravan knew that these vermicelli were made of earth potatoes.

Kuz was also a little scared, and then asked Lao Kuru with some difficulty understanding: "Grandpa, don't we eat some in winter too? Although this thing tastes a little worse, it's too hungry and quenches thirst. Isn't it good?"

It was only then that I realized that Kuz was a child who grew up in the orc tribe after all, and there were many things he didn't understand. Then I blinked at Old Kuru: "Actually, we didn't eat potatoes!"

At this time, Old Kulu smiled on his face: "We really don't have it! Those vermicelli are actually the most unique thing given to us by the beast god. They are actually a kind of food, unique to us orcs."

"Yes, then Kuz and I gave these orcs vermicelli vermicelli to the people in the caravan and had the most delicious dinner. But there were not too many of these vermicelli..." I understood what Lao Kuru meant. He held up the magic cover at the fastest speed at that moment, telling us about the earth potato and the meaning of vermicelli to the orcs.

Old Kuru next said a lot.

The Pai Plateau of the orcs is very large, and most orcs live a nomadic life of semi-herding and half-hunting. However, this kind of life is very unstable when it comes to God's face. If you can meet large flocks or cattle, and follow them, the orc tribes will obviously live well. They will not worry about food. Each orc is a natural hunter. However, if some tribes lose wild sheep and live by eating cattle and sheep in their own tribe, it is obvious that food is not enough. The long winter will cause the entire tribe to face famine. Therefore, this kind of land potato that is born everywhere has become a life-saving food for the orcs to survive the famine. No orcs will think that eating land potatoes is bad.

The orcs occupied not many things that were abundant in the Pai Plateau, but they were still able to be self-sufficient. However, as human caravans continued to enter the Pai Plateau, they brought cotton, linen, various exquisite iron daily necessities, delicious wine like sweet springs, fine flour, and enchanted weapons and equipment that were sought after by the orcs. These things replaced various rare metals and gold and silver ore accumulated by the orcs on the Pai Plateau for hundreds of years, and exchanged a large number of magic antelope skins and lower herbs. I don’t know when, Lao Kulu found that the lives of the nobles in the orcs became more and more luxurious, while the ordinary orcs gradually became poor. The luxury goods exchanged for a large number of resources did not help the orcs. Many orcs began to starve, and the unevenness of the rich and poor became more and more serious. For the orcs, this was a disaster and a war.

When the shamans began to realize this problem, it was more than 20 years ago that Lao Kulu had been working hard to study a question: how to exchange resources equally, rather than being plundered by human dwarves and elves in a peaceful way. Commerce is a big topic, and what almost made Lao Kulu despair was that except for rare metal gold, silver ore, leather and herbal orc slaves, the outside world had no interest in the output on the Pai Plateau. This is also why Lao Kulu followed the human caravan over the years and was willing to be an orc witch doctor. He was looking for a way out for the entire orc world.

I gradually understood after hearing this.

There was also a glimmer of hope in Lao Kulu's turbid eyes. He looked at the steaming braised pork stewed vermicelli on the mud stove and said, "This dish is delicious!" He seemed to be asking me, but he seemed to be talking to himself.

Old Kulu looked up at the cheerful crowd sitting around the bonfire outside, and turned to look at me: "They all like this."

I knew what Old Kuru was thinking, and then smiled and said, "Maybe we can exchange vermicelli for their wine and other things!"
Chapter completed!