After a busy afternoon, not a single sandworm was sold, which seemed quite disheartening.

It's just that this is completely within Xia Feng's expectations, 1 gold and 1, if you can really sell it, there will be ghosts.

....

With the sunset, the crowd gradually dispersed, and the old man who sold sugar gourds saw that his sandworms were not sold, so he comforted him.

"Young man, that's how you do business, you have to be persistent."

"I understand."

"But..... Young man, my uncle will give you some advice, if you don't like to listen to it, you can be my old man talking nonsense. ”

"You say."

The old man touched his gray beard and said earnestly.

"Although it is necessary to have perseverance in doing business, it also pays attention to the individual's differences, according to local conditions, heh, although my old man really doesn't understand, but I still think that your sandworm is expensive, even if everyone wants to try, it is impossible to come up with so much money, no matter how good the thing is, no one dares to taste it, it is useless."

In the face of the old man's sincere persuasion, Xia Feng smiled humbly.

"Uncle, I understand, tomorrow I will ask you to taste the taste of sandworms for free."

"This ......"

"It's getting late, uncle, take your leave."

With that, Xia Feng stuffed the sandworm back into his backpack, rolled up the cloth underneath, and prepared to go home.

He had just taken two steps when a voice stopped him from behind.

"Little brother, are you closing the stall?"

Xia Feng turned around when he heard the sound and found that it was the fat man who sold water at the wellhead at noon.

"Well, it's over."

"Then you owe me money for water......"

Xia Feng took out his pocket and slapped the 5 copper coins that the old man had given him just now into the fat man's hand.

"Being a man is about integrity, and I'll go to your place tomorrow to fetch water."

"Oh."

....

Because of the long distance, when Xia Feng crossed the mountain road with his backpack and returned to his home in the cherry blossom forest, it was already the second half of the night.

He had already explained when he left during the day, and the bagpipes did not wait for him, but when they heard the sound in the yard, the bagpipes put on their coats and climbed up from the bedroom.

Lighting the oil lamp, the bagpipes looked at the summer breeze returning from the wind and dust.

"Why did you come back so late?"

Xia Feng concealed his exhaustion and said lightly.

"On the first day, I spent more time for publicity, and before I knew it, it was dark."

"I haven't eaten dinner yet."

"Didn't eat it."

"Then I'll cook something for you."

Xia Feng took the two sandworms out of his backpack.

"Cook this, if you don't eat it, it will go bad."

....

The next day.

Xia Feng only slept for less than 4 hours before getting up, and he didn't eat breakfast, so he immediately rushed to Sandworm Bay and caught two fat big sandworms.

This time, instead of using his backpack, he drove out the stupes in the cowshed.

"Bagpipes, borrow your tractor."

The bagpipes are crossed at the waist.

"Hmph, stupidity is not a tractor."

This time, in addition to the sandworms, Xia Feng had to bring a lot of other things, such as stones with clear water chestnuts, thick nets woven with iron wire, and a large bag of charcoal.

And most importantly, the barbecue spices that the bagpipes helped him prepare overnight.

That's right, today he's going to the town to give everyone an amateur performance of charcoal-grilled sandworm legs.

Knowing that he was going to work in the town today, Xiaohui volunteered to extend a hand of friendship and help him go to the town to work together.

In this regard, Xia Feng is naturally very happy.

....

After yesterday's operation, the mystery of the sandworm has risen to an unprecedented height.

However, it is not enough to have a height, but also to match the deliciousness of the height.

It's like if you throw a fruit to a passer-by, and he asks you what it is, and you say it's an apple, and then the passer-by must have nibbled the apple.

However, if he asks you what it is, and you say that it is a once-in-a-century ginseng fruit, at this time, regardless of whether it is a real ginseng fruit or not, he will chew it slowly and savor the taste.

The effects of the human mind sometimes even affect the senses, and those who are born on the earth are happy to be able to eat the ginseng fruit in the sky, and this is not enough to die happily.

....

It's noon.

Xia Feng and Xiaohui drove the ox cart to the lively Nanwan Town as usual, and the first stop was naturally the well where water was drawn.

"Fetch water, it's cold."

Before the words fell, the fat man guarding the well had already sent him a bucket of freshly made water with a smile.

"Little brother, you take it, I'll keep the water money."

"Well, there is growth."

"Hey, hey."

This fat man who guards the well and sells water has already seen that Xia Feng is definitely not an ordinary person, and he has such a calm temperament just because he hasn't earned a penny, which is not ordinary.

...

When he came to the commercial street where he set up a stall yesterday, the old man who sold sugar gourds waved at him from afar.

"Little brother, come on, I'll leave a place for you."

After Xia Feng approached with a blank lead, he greeted with a smile.

"Uncle, you're still early."

"But no, I came here in the morning, and I helped you occupy a place early, and I didn't agree to a vegetable seller who wanted to put it here just now."

Without further ado, after the ox cart stopped, Xia Feng quickly unloaded the things on the cart, and then, he and Xiao Hui worked together to set up their stall today.

Using his limited experience, Xia Feng quickly built a makeshift stove out of square stones, spread charcoal underneath, then flammable hay, and finally, capped it with barbed wire.

Soon, an improvised barbecue was complete.

Xiaohui next to her was also busy, she first sorted out the seasonings and tools that needed to be used, and then began to deal with the sandworms according to Xia Feng's requirements.

The old man next to him scratched his head.

"Young man, are you going to sell cooked food today?"

Xia Feng pinched a banana fan and replied with a smile.

"It's not for sale, it's for free tasting."

Uncle was confused by this term.

"What, free? Don't want money? ”

"Yes."

When it comes to barbecue, Xia Feng can be described as a professional counterpart, because he was born in a dry barbecue restaurant in Victoria before.

Although he was the boss at that time, he had never grilled it himself, but he had never eaten pork and had always seen a pig run, and every time he passed by the door, he learned some of the essence of barbecue from Ifrit's happy figure.

"Xiaohui, are you all ready?"

"Ready."

"OK, ignition!"

....

On this day, the villagers of Nanwan Town recalled what Xia Feng said yesterday, "Everyone who understands understands", and the humiliation when they smelled the fragrance and couldn't afford to leave saliva.

No longer need word of mouth, from the first wisps of green smoke from the sandworm's legs on the iron net, an irresistible aroma bursts like a nuclear bomb.

On this day, the residents of Xichuan, who are accustomed to eating clear soup and little water, felt the temptation of the barbecue stall for the first time.

Moreover, at this moment, what is grilled by the summer breeze is not other ordinary ingredients, but is praised by Ifrit himself as the first delicacy of Terra.

Charcoal-grilled sandworm legs.