Big Data Cultivation

Feng Jun glanced at the meat porridge, and found that it was similar to porridge, which was also mixed with a lot of green leaves, and there were a few strands of meat shreds that could not tell what kind of animal was mixed in the porridge.

This can also be called porridge? Feng Jun secretly vomited, this should be called porridge with shredded pork.

But it rained in the mountain, it was really a bit cold, he also intends to start a bit, try the food in this space.

However, at this moment, he heard a "Guru" in his ear. Looking sideways, it was Lang Lang staring at the meat porridge, who couldn't help but swallow.

Feng Jun glanced at Sister Lang before she had time to speak. As soon as Sister Lang reached out her hand, she grabbed the ear of the younger brother and grumbled quickly, saying something unhappy.

Feng Jun is now a little bit used to this kind of words, and I can almost hear it. Sister Lang is scolding his younger brother, saying you should not be so embarrassing, OK, you are not eating at night.

It can be seen that the family education of the Lang family is relatively strict. The younger brother did not dare to give up his mouth and immediately turned his eyes away, but within two seconds, he could not help but glanced at the porridge.

You stare so much, how can I taste it? Feng Jun touched his chin, and reached into his backpack toss about it. When he took it out, he already had a long dark thing in his hand, which was the chocolate he carried with him.

He handed the strip to the younger brother, and the other hand made a bite motion-it was eating.

Brother Lang put his hands behind his back and leaned timidly at his sister.

Sister Lang's face turned slightly red, "Don't pay attention to him, he has already eaten, it is greedy."

"It's okay," Feng Jun replied with a smile, saying that you wouldn't let him eat chocolate, and I couldn't eat.

Sister Lang hesitated a bit, it was estimated that she saw that the chocolate was not big, so she raised her chin slightly, "Thank you brother first."

"Thank you brother," Lang Xiaoxi said with a whisper, then stretched out his hands and took the chocolate respectfully.

The chocolate that Feng Jun brought down this time was all packed.

Brother Lang had a little rain on his hand, and the weather was not really cold, so he just took the chocolate, and the chocolate bar left a brownish black on his hand.

As soon as he raised his hand, he stretched out his little red tongue and licked the dark brown in his palm.

At the next moment, Brother Lang's body shuddered, and he stayed there, his eyes widened, and his face could not help flushing: he had never eaten such a delicious thing.

Sister Lang was also very curious, what was this brown-black thing, so she kept staring at her brother.

After seeing her brother's reaction, she turned her head subconsciously and looked at Feng Jun in amazement: What did you eat for him?

Feng Jun smiled and spread his hands, "The more delicious food can quickly replenish physical strength."

Sister Lang is still a little uneasy, but she feels that the other party really has no reason to hurt herself, and she must not squint at her little brother. She said that she was really embarrassing to see you.

Where can Brother Lang be ashamed or not? He froze for a while before he reacted, then opened his mouth wide and tucked chocolate into his mouth as soon as he raised his hand.

However, just before the entrance, he hesitated and changed his mind. He carefully bite off a piece of soy bean from the chocolate, plopped in his mouth, and did not chew.

He spent almost five or six seconds before turning around and stuffing chocolate into his brother's mouth, "Brother eats, don't bite too much."

Brother Lang's eyes have long radiated hunger, but at this moment, he still looked at Feng Jun first: this is for your younger brother, can I eat it?

Feng Jun smiled, and drew out two pieces of chocolate from the bag, one handed to Brother Lang and one handed to Brother Lang.

Brother Lang and Sister Lang also learned the younger brother, carefully biting a small piece, at the next moment, both eyes narrowed, and a strong sense of happiness appeared in their hearts.

Feng Jun looked at their satisfied smile and was very happy, even forgetting to drink porridge for a while.

After Sister Lang took a bite of chocolate, instead of biting a second bit, she crouched down, pulled a wide blade of grass, carefully wrapped the chocolate, and stuffed it into her arms.

"This ... doesn't work," Feng Jun saw and quickly waved his hand, "This chocolate, afraid of heat, will melt ... like ice."

He even said that with a gesture, Sister Lang finally understood what he meant, so he took out the straw bale from her arms again, and there was a hint of blush on her face: You actually said my chest was hot?

Feng Jun didn't care about this, but looked at Brother Lang again, and said with a smile, "This is also afraid of water, don't get caught in the rain."

Brother Lang nodded in a hurry, raised his hand, and took a careful bite.

Actually reminded Brother Lang to say, "Brother, drink porridge, it's going to be cold."

Feng Jun touched the crock, and it didn't feel very hot anymore. He didn't need chopsticks anymore. He picked up the crock and tried to take a sip.

This taste ... how to say? It's a bit fishy and spicy. If you can drink a few sips, you can get rid of the chill.

However, the smell of fishy flavour is slightly heavier. Although there are also unknown spices in it, the porridge is too light to suppress the taste of flavour.

Too light? This is a problem. Feng Jun reached out his hand and drew a small plastic bottle, which was salt.

In this space, he is quite concerned about salt supplementation. He was especially able to drink water. In the Gobi, he was exposed to several sweats during the day. In order to prevent electrolyte imbalance, he must add a lot of salt .

Feng Jun unscrewed the cap, sprinkled a pinch of salt into the soup, and then tightened the cap.

Brother Lang looked at the white powder in the bottle and couldn't help swallowing again, "Guru".

Feng Jun picked up the chopsticks, stirred it twice in the crock pot, then picked up the crock pot and drank it with a gulp.

He drank most of the jar of meat porridge at once, then put down the crock, burped with satisfaction, and then let out a breath.

It can be seen that Brother Lang wanted to know what the white powder was, but in the end, Sister Lang asked, "What kind of condiment is that?"

Feng Jun smiled at her slightly, "Salt, salt to eat."

Sister Lang's mouth twitched, and then she asked in disbelief, "table salt ... white?"

"Yes," Feng Jun nodded with a smile, "refined, very good salt."

Sister Lang didn't care about "refinement", but made a gesture with his hand, his eyes widened, "You actually let go ... so much?"

It turns out that salt is an expensive commodity in this village. Everyone knows that salt is necessary for the body, but there is no salt production area around, and everyone can only tolerate high salt prices.

Because of this, everyone's taste is relatively light, and even some people will supplement the salt by drinking animal blood.

Looking at Sister Lang, in such a small clay pot of porridge, the other party actually put "so much salt" into it, which is simply too wasteful and extravagant.

As for the color of table salt, it is not so important to "refine" or something.

After understanding the situation, Feng Jun was reluctant to say anything about the salt problem. He asked himself not to be a selfish person, but today he took the risk of rescuing Sister Lang, but was coldly treated by the village.

Is like in the earth world, giving the old man a seat on the bus, he does n’t have to say “thank you” to the other person, even give a smiley face, or nod his head-it means you received my kindness.

Some people sit down without looking at you, they look as they should, will the seated people feel comfortable?

The so-called goodwill should have been mutual.

This little lake village treated him so coldly, why should he take a hot face to stick his cold ass?

Although Ms. Lang is a girl, she has a rough mind, which is comparable to her strong thighs. She does not say chocolate or salt, but explains why the village is indifferent to him.

Because this is a small village in the mountains, Emperor Tiangao was far away. Once he was hit by a bandit, he couldn't even count on the reinforcements and could only save himself.

Therefore, they are naturally alert to outsiders. Some people say that the herdsmen on the grassland are hospitable. This is understandable. Although the grassland is also sparsely populated, it is easy to kill, but it is difficult to escape.

It's different in the mountains, just kill individuals ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Where do you find the dead body after throwing it? The scene during the day is the best comment.

The murderer is also very easy to hide in the mountains. Just find a stone and drill it. Who can find it?

Sister Lang said apologetically that strangers are not welcome here, let alone the obvious strangers like Feng Jun.

Although Feng Jun still didn't feel well in her heart, since she made an explanation, he couldn't care any more. "In this way, I will leave when the rain stops tomorrow."

"You can't just leave," Lang Sister objected. "Ya Ling's green bamboo shoots haven't been sold yet ... I have to give you half of the money."

"Will I care about that little money?" Feng Jun smiled disdainfully, looking only at the popularity of this chocolate. I could make a fortune just by selling chocolate.

As for selling salt, he will not consider it for the time being. There are salt sellers here, and selling salt also seems to be a profiteering industry. He hastily jumped in, wasn't he asking for trouble?

Seriously, he wanted to know what the coins are here and how to settle in a larger market town.

Don't wait for him to ask questions, but Sister Lang said again, "Feng Jun, the appliances you use are good, you should also be a distinguished person, but your hair ... what's going on?"

Feng Jun glanced at her and replied lazily, "I am wandering around alone, I think it is troublesome to comb, I cut it short, can't I?"

Sister Lang heard the words and burst into a rage, "Do n’t you smell the‘ parents who suffer from body and skin ’?”

The next moment, she also seemed to realize that her tone was not good. After a pause, she lowered her voice and asked, "My father wants to know, are you a hidden or a fugitive?"

(Winter solstice and weekend, everyone is happy to eat dumplings, by the way, click, recommend and collect it.)