Chapter 570

In a large pot, the bone soup with big stick bone and a little meat residue is cooking.

Pieces of green wild onions, ginger and garlic were thrown in.

After the boiling was soft, the villagers with heavy mouths fished it into a bowl and swallowed it directly into their stomach.

In the soup bottom cooked with these seasonings, large pieces of thinly cut wild boar meat were sent in.

After these meat slices were boiled white, the villagers who were forced to wait were divided up with soup and water.

What's the feeling of a group of people drinking soup with a bowl?

Even patients with mild anorexia, inspired by this atmosphere, only have a big appetite to go on.

Among them, Gu Zheng, who has never been short of oil and water in his stomach, eats most politely.

He was given a large piece of meat that only strong workers could get in the village, but after one bite, he felt that the soup was a little weak.

This is a little unbearable for Gu Zheng, whose tongue is more important than any part of his body.

With doubt, Gu Zheng turned his head and gently touched Gu's father with his arm. He asked, "why, are all the people in the village thin lipped?"

"Why is the broth tasteless?"

After hearing his son's question, Gu dad squinted at Gu Zheng with a disdain that you are not satisfied at all. After a very positive look, he returned: "no one in the village will hoard that and other things."

"After moving to this mountain, I always plan for the reserve of dishes in autumn and winter."

"These days, the wild vegetables are about to go down. The women in the village are dug up and pickled directly in the jar."

"And the bean paste in winter should also be started."

"It takes five liters of salt for a stone bean."

"According to the imperial court, two spoonfuls and five pinch of Ding men a day, wives and concubines, old men and young men are reduced. How can it be enough for villagers to eat like this?"

Hearing Gu Zheng here, the bowl in his hand is a meal. I don't know if it's because the method of making fresh dishes is too single. Nowadays, most meals still rely on pickles and soy sauce to taste if they want to eat.

The bean paste made of a lot of salt is much saltier than swallowing a spoonful of salt directly.

At this time, farmers seem to have been used to this salty way of eating, and there is no such hypocrisy as unhealthy now.

So Gu Zheng then asked, "that's right. I'll go down the mountain and push back a car. The Siping salt shop in this town is a monopoly of the government. I'll go there and have a look."

"In other words, what is the price of salt now?"

Hearing what Gu Zheng said, even if Gu's father stuffed his mouth with a mouthful of wild boar meat, he couldn't help sighing.

"A while ago, a stone of salt sold for only 20 Wen, about the same price as grain."

"Most farmers still hoard grain. If they have one or two dollars at home, they are rich."

"If we trade grain for salt, I'm afraid we can't survive this winter if so many people close the mountain."

Hearing his father's concern, Gu Zheng knew that the village had once again committed the situation that it was difficult for a skillful woman to cook without rice.

I thought it was a rich village. When I really integrated into it, I knew that in the Sui Dynasty, when most coins were controlled by high-ranking families, my family was still a poor ghost without anything.

Thinking of this, Gu Zheng bowed his head and pondered for a while. In his mind, he was flashed by several ethereal figures and made up his mind.

He turned his head and swallowed the tasteless bone soup. After sucking in the remaining soup at the bottom of the bowl with a vegetable ball with a little grass aroma, he carefully wiped the residual bottom of the soybean paste in the small pottery plate in front of him carefully with the vegetable ball, and then filled it into his mouth.

After finishing all this, Gu Zheng took a comfortable breath, clapped his hands and told his father: "don't worry about it first. Give me the salt in the village to find a way."

"I'll go and have a good sleep and wait for my good news tomorrow."

Looking at Gu Zheng patting his ass away, Gu dad shook his head with little confidence.

What in this mountain can sell the price of grain? Gu Zheng is still too young.

But Gu's father, who didn't intend to stop him, had to go to Gu Zheng.

The bow and arrow that was useless for patrolling the mountain all the way was carried on Gu Zheng's back and decorated the facade.

Naturally, his goal today is not cheap pheasants and rabbits. The place he runs directly is a group of deer on the southern gentle slope cliffs.

They and a group of yellow sheep, which have not many ethnic groups, cross and inhabit together, so that Gu Zheng, who just saw their true face, almost couldn't tell them clearly.

Gu Zheng's original attention would not have focused on the deer if they were not for the lovely white spots on both sides of their bodies.

Today, it is to find the male adult male deer among them. If you are lucky, only one will be enough to solve the problem of eating salt in the village for half a year.

Gu Zheng, who said he would do it, with his advanced foot strength, touched the gentle slope where deer and sheep would come to drink and eat grass on weekdays.

At the ambush point of the back air outlet, he lay down quietly.

Just now, at the other end of the forest, he saw several figures gently passing through the gap. If there was no mistake in judgment, the deer would come first to drink a mouthful of sweet stream water when the sun was shining.

Taking advantage of this meeting, Gu Zheng began to work on his few arrows.

You know, there is a big gap between the prices of live deer and dead deer in the market.

If a dead deer is sold to a restaurant, the price is no more than 300 yuan. However, if the deer is still alive and kicking, Gu Zheng has said less about it.

So now Gu Zheng is wrapping up the sharp arrows layer by layer with sackcloth. He just tries to take down the deer with the impact of the bow and arrow.

When Gu Zheng handled all the arrows, his target prey, a few yellow deer, appeared in his sight.

When the warning of a deer sounded, he quickly retracted his head.

The woodland and lawn are still quiet.

Now Gu Zheng, holding his breath, even his heart beat involuntarily slowed down for a few minutes.

After a while, the vigilant deer, after confirming that the lawn was as safe as before, staggered towards the stream they must come back to every day.

After this series of appearances, it is really very popular.

Let's not talk about those jumping fawns for the time being. Let's say that the big male deer, who is obviously in the leading position, has big horns more than one meter high. When shaking his head, he is really majestic and has his own style of dominating.

The smallest of the several stags that followed behind it was just a slight tip out of its just forked horns like a dragon. It looked so pathetic. No wonder it had to succumb to the debauchery of this stag and be led by others.

In summer, it is still the season for animal feeding. Gu Zheng will not touch the DOE and the fawn. His goal is to focus on the young male deer with only one dragon horn among the male deer.

When everyone gathered together to the stream and looked around while drinking water, Gu Zheng lowered his head, buried in the grass and crawled in the direction of the deer.

When he found the most direct shooting distance, he put the specially treated arrow in his hand on his fetal bow.

Now is not the best time to snipe. Gu Zheng is waiting for the moment when the deer turn around and bow their heads to eat grass.

As he expected, the more impatient young stag was naturally the first to turn around.

At this time, Gu Zheng's fingers moved.

With the fastest speed in the world, he pulled the bow into a full moon and shot the arrow in his hand in an instant.

"Whoosh"

The fierce wind made the deer who lowered their heads to drink water raise their heads in an instant, and turned their bodies as if they were confirming the direction of the sound.

And just as the grazing stag looked up blankly, an arrow directly hit his right eye.

Such a huge impact force suddenly made its head subconsciously tilt to one side uncontrollably.

Afraid of being unsafe, Gu Zheng knelt up from the hidden grass, pulled out the arrow on his back, quickly bent his bow and shot the second arrow.

At this time, seeing that their companions were attacked, what else did the large group of deer not understand.

Just under the warning of the leading male deer's neighing, the female deer who took the lead in action was to push the frightened fawn gently behind their children's buttocks with the front kiss, and fled to the depths of the dense forest without looking back.

Then there were several male deer that had not been attacked following behind the female deer. When only one deer was left, the male deer in charge of the post-mortem subconsciously turned his head to Gu Zheng. At a light glance, he no longer cared about the dead or alive of the attacked male deer. He pulled out his legs and jumped beautifully. He immediately caught up with the big army and joined the deer group, Disappeared into the boundless dense forest.

This process was so fast that it all happened when Gu Zheng's second arrow hit his target deer's left eye again.