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Although this small Huns had been executed, Xiao Wen could still find out from some details that this small Huns' family background was not bad.

A large amount of milky yellow cheese was dried from the grass outside the dome.

This is done by boiling the milk in a small fire of goat's milk or milk for several hours until it becomes a paste.

Then put it in a container, or make it into a lump with your hand, and then put it in the sun to dry.

In a few days it would be hard as stone, and it would last for a year or so.

Xiao Wen knew that each Hun had a few pieces of cheese in his or his sack to satisfy his or his hunger and thirst.

This thing could be heated and melted to be eaten as thick milk, or it could be directly put into one's mouth to last for a few hours. When one spoke, almost everyone tasted a bit sour from the milk.

"It's a pity that there aren't any special species of bacteria. Otherwise, I would have been able to produce Greek yoghurt or blue cheese." Xiao Wen thought.

He eats a wide range of things, although he still cannot accept cans of bread bugs from Southeast Asia and herring from northern Europe. But for blue cheese and Greek yogurt, he could stand it.

However, China was not a nomadic people, so it was not popular in the production of yogurt.

Fermented strains that add yogurt are not as well preserved as seeds.

As a result, many fermenting bacteria that are popular in Europe and Central Asia do not find their way into China like seeds to be highly valued by Chinese envoys and merchants.

Of course, things like blue-striped cheese and Greek yoghurt were not entirely suitable for China.

After all, in Xiao Wen's opinion, blue cheese was just a stinky tofu. Although it was delicious in Xiao Wen's eyes, it wasn't something that everyone could accept.

The low-calorie properties of Greek yogurt, though, make it popular with future fitness enthusiasts.

However, in the East and West of ancient times, who would be willing to accept such a characteristic?

People also want to take in more calories every day to maintain physical labor consumption.

Low level food, forget it.

But at the same time, he said to a group of little kopecks, "In the Han, I once heard people say that wind and rain are tired, thirst is not sleepy, and that the Chinese people of Veru Hun also. In fact, the Huns were not really hungry, but they ate cheese and dried meat, which was easy to carry and could be put into their mouths at any time. "During the war, this thing was even better than the millet wheat we Chinese eat. It really is an excellent army food …"

Of course, Xiao Wen also knew that in terms of yield, these cheeses couldn't compare to the five grains.

Therefore, even if the individual cheese calories were much higher than the Chinese staple food, the Chinese ate much more than the Huns.

As a result, the Huns and other grassland peoples were often shorter than the farming peoples of the south.

"Thank you for your guidance." Hearing Xiao Wen's comment, Zhuge Liang bowed first before speaking in a respectful tone.

Soon after, the other children also reacted and bowed towards Xiao Wen.

However, looking at these things, Xiao Wen's mind also started to move.

He thought that he should be able to make dry rations for the army, such as pots, helmets, cutlets and biscuits. This way, the soldiers would be able to go on an expedition like the Huns.

Of course, if the domestic industry could be improved, Xiao Wen would even plan to introduce some self-heating products, canned food and other divine tools.

In this way, the Chinese army's ability to explore the battlefield would rise to a whole new level.

The guide that Xiao Wen had hired was very cordial as he brought Xiao Wen into the dome.

"What a fragrant smell." Upon entering the dome, Shangguan Wan'er was the first to cry out in alarm.

Then, Sun Shangxiang sniffed the smell.

Because incense used to be used frequently, she immediately identified the source of the fragrance.

"There is Agarwood, Calming Incense, Patchouli, and even ambergris. When you burn incense, you don't need to pay much attention to it. Just throw it all into the incense burner and burn it! " After saying that, Sun Shangxiang revealed a grumbling expression.

Obviously, she was dissatisfied with the way these Huns were wasting their treasures.

However, Xiao Wen wasn't so particular.

He went to the main seat of the cupola and saw that the cushioned wool had been scrubbed clean, and it was clear that the people who had arranged the cupola knew that the nobles of the Han were not like the Huns, who could endure the sanitary conditions of the grassland.

Hence, he specially scrubbed the inside and outside of the dome clean.

Sitting on the comfortable wool mat, Xiao Wen saw that the Huns' guide had given the order for someone to bring out a big pot of fresh milk.

As for whether it was milk or goat's milk, Xiao Wen couldn't tell.

Immediately after, the servant beside the guide lit up the charcoal fire on the ground and placed the jar of milk on top to heat it up.

"Do your esteemed guest want to add salt?" Looking at Xiao Wen, the guide took out a yellow-brown salt bar.

Seeing this salty piece full of impurities, Xiao Wen quickly shook his head.

He turned to Zhuge Liang and said, "Little Liang, go and bring me my jar of Sophora Flower Honey."

What a joke! This kind of salt that was full of impurities, he didn't even know what kind of strange ingredients were contained within.

However, Xiao Wen knew that if he were to add the milk, it would definitely have a bitter and astringent taste.

As for whether or not he would become healthy, that would depend on his luck.

Although Xiao Wen had a whole cart of pure white salt in his hands, he didn't take it out.

If he kept his wealth hidden, it would bring him disaster. The manager of this caravan had already told him countless times.

Therefore, bringing in a small jar of honey was much less dangerous than letting others see that he had a whole cart full of salt.

Xiao Wen had bought the honey when he was still a young boy, and now that he calculated the amount of time they had, it should have been around three to four months.

However, Xiao Wen wasn't worried about any problems with the honey. He knew that honey didn't have a shelf life limit.

In the natural environment, even if it were thousands or tens of thousands of years, there would be no corruption. If there was, it would definitely be a fake.

Therefore, Xiao Wen did not hesitate to let Zhuge Liang, who had brought back the honey, pour some honey into the milk jug.

After mixing well, Zhuge Liang drank some sweet milk first. His eyes lit up. He was obviously new to this method of drinking which he had never tried before.

However, he didn't stay stunned for long before he personally brought a bowl of warm milk to Xiao Wen.

"Sir, please." Zhuge Liang's movements were respectful, carrying his usual modesty.

Xiao Wen nodded.

He watched as the manager of the caravan, the guards, and a few little fellows drank their milk and drank as well.

At the same time, he calculated the calories that Guan Yu and Sun Shangxiang consumed by drinking fresh milk with honey.

After everyone drank the fresh milk to relieve their fatigue, he asked the manager of the caravan and the guide from the Huns, "I wonder when I will be able to meet that prince Fenton?"