The prince really doesn't die when he doesn't reach the Yellow River, and he dies when he arrives in the Yellow River! After the second two-day tour of the No. 22 outpost, Mao Xingjian turned around happily and returned with the newly arrived cattle.

These North American bison are the descendants of the original European cattle, compared to the buffalo and cattle that Daming has bred for many years, this thing is more primitive, the physique is larger, and it is more wild, even if it is on the nose ring, it is still angry and snorting hooves to snort and want to push people around, so the reins of a group of cattle are pulled out more than one and a half meters, far away, the two of them look at one after the other, and carefully drive this group of behemoths back.

It's really called the cow temperament, even if they are driven, these bison are also stubborn step by step, but unfortunately the nose is the key point is held, and the morning glory in front of the nose ring is heavily pulled, and these behemoths of about half a ton have to follow the stubbornness.

The Sioux who had been picked up was thrown onto the back of a calf and pulled back.

More than a dozen New World expedition teams were scattered around the team like wings, but Song Yongzhong, who usually walked last, walked in the front this time, watching his arms move with the calf and swaying the Su man, his eyes were full of haze, and there was a faint murderous aura.

Compared with the last unlucky trip, there was also a big snowstorm, this time holding the cow is considered to be favored by God, only encountered a light snow, but also because of the familiar road, but also saved half a day, on the afternoon of December 28, the group is back with a lot of loot.

Not to mention more than 60 live cattle, the slaughtered 16 cattle plus a piece of meat with 4,000 catties, plus the deer and muntjac on the way, this time it was really a full load, and the reality of people was also shown here, back and forth a few times, and this time, they all ate Mao Xingjian's rice, and the whole gem town was lively and lively.

"The prince is back!!

It was really a welcome in the middle of the road, women and children, the old and weak, the little girls put down the hay they were holding, and ran down excitedly, and the men who cut down the trees also threw down their axes and gathered around them, and gathered around the side of the road, kowtowing and bowing, making it lively.

For the first time in his life, he was so warmly welcomed, even Mao Xingjian, who has always been a cold person, was the boss who was happy, and couldn't help but stroke his jaw and beard, which he didn't have, and shook his head and milk.

"The people know the etiquette, and the day is just around the corner!"

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After all, there are many people with great strength, and in ten days, a full twenty grass houses have sprung up like big mushrooms on the edge of Jewel Sea Town, and in this era, beating forage is still a mass skill, and there are constantly housewives or little girls coming back with hay, breaking into bundles, tying them with straw ropes, and then dragging them in, and piling them on the shelves.

There is no concentrate for raising cattle, but the roughage is enough to keep them from starving.

On the other hand, this era also does not take into account environmental protection, I don't know how long it has grown in the primeval forest, spruce, pine has been sawed down, and then the branches and bark are removed, and there is a lot of wood that can be used as building materials.

An even more important change is that because of collective labor, the originally lifeless town has begun to burst into vitality that has not been seen for a long time.

On the day he came back, Mao Xingjian, the male god of the royal family, didn't even bother to take a bath, he pulled out a few dilapidated houses next to the barracks, and transferred people to build a cowshed with wood on the edge of the barracks, and watched the spoils of this trip being encircled, and eating forage in the trough dug out of the thick wood, so he relieved himself to carry Han Xiaomo, who wanted to escape, back to the house.

Early the next morning, Geng Geng and more than a dozen other men in the town who followed the hunt were gathered together by Mao Xingjian and got busy.

Catching cattle is only the first step, really taming these beasts, allowing them to pull carts, plough the land, is a useful good cow! This includes another characteristic taming method of the advanced civilization of the same era, including the Chinese, which has been unfolded again in the busy work.

First, in the forage warehouse not far from the cattle pen, Shangguan Meng took a few sailors and nailed four wooden pegs on the ground with a big hammer, and then Geng Geng dragged the nose rope of the first unlucky American bison by his neck and led the cattle in.

Although he still has a little temper now, he is used to being led by the nose, and this huge animal weighing more than 500 pounds and with long fat hair snorts, shaking its head and tail and being pulled into the warehouse, and then, Jin Lao Liu took a thick rope and tied the cow's hooves to the edge of the four wooden pegs.

Or Geng Geng's neck hugged the cow's neck and leaned up, so that the cow couldn't make it hard, and then! Rolling up her sleeves, Han Xiaomo was actually carrying a knife, with an exclusive domain aura on her face, and shrank under the cow's belly.

In the cold hair on the back of Mao Xingjian's neck, the grassland wild girl skillfully turned out the meat bag under the cow, and the knife clicked twice to cut a hole in the bag. Under the severe pain, the huge bull shook its head and screamed fiercely, and the roar of Mu Mu and the shaking shed were buzzing.

But she was used to taking care of livestock, Han Xiaomo didn't even raise her head, her little hands didn't know how to pour, and in two pops, two hot pink eggs were squeezed out one after another, and were thrown into the bowl by her white and tender little hands.

From the male god of the cow to the head of the cow court in an instant, the bull is simply suspicious of its cow life, and now it is completely honest! It's not arrogant, and it's not snorting! Mu Mu screamed and drooped down his brain, and his sharp horns trembled and soared to the ground.

This trick is not only very lethal to the cow, but also to the person, untied the rope that tied the cow's hooves, Geng Geng's neck was a little weak and his stomach was weak, and he led the wilted North American cattle outward, came out with a bowl, and washed the blood on his hands in the bucket, Han Xiaomo stood at the door and picked up his little feet cutely, and shouted crisply.

"Next!"

Originally, the little girl was the pistachio of Baobao Haizhen, but this time, Han Xiaomo's sweet voice was covered with a sinister and intimidating effect, looking at the cold and shining knife in her hand, Shangguan Meng, a man of more than eight meters, also shivered with the spirit, and the crotch of his pants was clamped between his two thighs, and the sissy ran to the cowshed with a twist.

A moment later, the second victim, unaware of the impending misery, was led into the cowshed with his head held high and snorting, and a moment later the terrible sound of misery was the humming of the hay shed.

However, the busy crowd was all focused on the gelding, and no one noticed that this time they brought back another object, and woke up!

Sitting up from the soft bed, he glanced at the mummy-like bandages on his body in confusion, and the next second, like a swift leopard, he suddenly rolled over and got out of bed, shrunk under the table, and looked left and right vigilantly.

The cavalry of the expedition in the barracks at this point either went out to patrol or stood guard, and the upstairs was empty, and after looking left and right, the Sioux man fell through the window like a panther.

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No wonder Han Xiaomo is so keen on gelding, after finishing three or four heads, this small grill was actually laid out by her, the cut cow eggs were quickly torn off the veins, and the wine was used to remove the fish, and the knife that had just operated on the cow was clicked a few times and cut into slices, sprinkled with some cumin sesame seeds and roasted.

The first few slices had just been baked, and she excitedly held the plate in front of Mao Xingjian, and held it high like a treasure: "Big nephew, taste it, this is a must on the grassland!" It's fragrant!"

"Forehead ......"

The corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, the cows were still screaming in the shed, their eggs had been roasted and put in front of him, smelling the smell, Mao Xingjian couldn't help but clamp the crotch of his pants, and his eyes looked at Dongfang Meng, a courtier of his East Palace, on the side.

It's a pity, it is estimated that his prestige is still too shallow, and the latter has no consciousness of humiliating the ministers at all, the moment the bearded man touched his eyes, he immediately knocked on his chest: "Your Highness, Miss Han has a heart, you can taste it!" ”

"Forehead ......"

This little kidney, not everyone can eat, again, looking at the crispy and oily cow egg in front of him, the corners of Mao Xingjian's mouth twitched even more violently.

Fortunately, the stalk that went to the morning glory came back to the new victim, and the unlucky bull who was about to be gelding snorted curiously at the smell of the stove, not knowing that the next moment, his eggs would also become the next thing on the stove.

"Han, Miss Han, the cow is here!"

"Tie up, I'll come now!"

The little hand grabbed a few pieces of baked small kidney slices and stuffed them in her mouth, eating with a mouth full of oil, Han Xiaomo ran back with a knife in high spirits, she just turned around, Mao Xingjian immediately left the prince's demeanor, and pushed the egg plate in front of Dongfang Meng, but his face immediately turned green, and Dongfang Meng pushed the plate back for the sake of the prince's goodness.

Chinese martial arts, broad and profound, just look at a plate, in front of the two of you back and forth, and play Tai Chi like pushing around, a huge yin and yang fish exudes a majestic aura, clearly emerging on the table, that spirit, like the intersection of dragons and tigers, Ren Du Quantong, seeing that the peerless magic skills are about to be practiced, a slap suddenly stretched into the plate, in the stunned look of the prince and the sailor commander, Song Yongzhong, who had just returned from patrolling and was familiar with a few people, asked curiously while squeaking and chewing.

"What a fragrant barbecue, prince, is this the latest cooking method in the Central Plains?"

"Uh-huh, you eat, you eat!"

"Song Qing, try it!"

Qi brushed his head, the prince and the commander of the sailors pushed the roast ox kidneys in front of Song Yongzhong together, and this neat action made the brave and warlike cavalry captain stunned.

This kung fu, the thick snow was pulled out of a slit, a pair of eyes fierce and vigilant exposed, suddenly, the cow's scream suddenly attracted his attention, picking his eyes, the next second, fear immediately appeared on the face of this Indian man, in his pupils, the sacred North American bison of the Sioux tribe was tied to the pole, a "magnificent and charming" female "wizard" with a knife squeaked and cut the cow eggs alive, the next second, holding two huge cow eggs, and ran to the oven with great interest, There were still a few people eating happily, and under the education of the witchcraft wind, this man couldn't help but tremble.

He shook it, and a piece of the unsolid snow on it fell down with a click, and in an instant, Song Yongzhong turned his head fiercely and vigilantly and shouted: "Who !! ”

I was almost paralyzed without fright, covering my crotch, this young man of the Sioux tribe turned around and ran!

However, he is also a pattern of the heart, too underestimated Chinese the ability to build indiscriminately, just stunned stride less than two, in the middle of the avenue, a triangular house appeared there suddenly, with a bang, the head and the unpolished wood came into close contact, the Sioux man once again foamed at the mouth and lay down.....

(End of chapter)