Chapter 62 Repaying with Qiongju

Feng Jun took a look at the meat porridge and found that it was similar to porridge. There were a lot of green vegetable leaves mixed in, and there were a few strands of meat from unknown animals mixed in the porridge.

Can this also be called meat porridge? Feng Jun secretly complained that this should be called vegetable porridge with shredded pork.

However, it was really cold when it rained in the mountains. He also planned to move around and taste the food in this space.

However, at this moment, he heard a "gulu" sound in his ears, and when he looked sideways, it was Lang Xiaodi who was staring at the meat porridge and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

Feng Jun glanced at Sister Lang, but before she could say anything, Sister Lang stretched out her hand and grabbed her younger brother's ear, mumbling something quickly with an unhappy look on her face.

Feng Jun is somewhat used to this kind of words now, and he can roughly tell that Sister Lang is scolding her younger brother, saying, please don't be so embarrassed. It's not like you didn't eat at night.

It could be seen that the Lang family's upbringing was relatively strict. The younger brother did not dare to talk back and immediately looked away. However, within two seconds, he couldn't help but sneak a glance at the meat porridge.

With you staring like this, how can I taste it? Feng Jun touched his chin, reached into his backpack and rummaged around. When he took it out, he already had a long, dark object in his hand, which was the chocolate he carried with him.

He handed the strip to his younger brother and made a biting motion with his other hand - this was for eating.

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

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

"It's okay," Feng Jun replied with a smile, thinking that if you don't let him eat chocolate, I won't be able to eat either.

Sister Lang hesitated for a moment, probably because she saw that the chocolate was not big, so she raised her chin slightly and said, "Thank you in advance, brother."

"Thank you, brother," Lang Xiaodi murmured, then stretched out his hands and took the chocolate respectfully.

The chocolates that Feng Jun brought down the mountain this time were all packed.

There was a little rain on Lang's hands, and the weather was really not too cold, so as soon as he took the chocolate, the chocolate chunks left a trace of brown and black on his hands.

He raised his hand and without thinking, he stretched out his red tongue and licked the brown-black spot on his palm.

The next moment, Lang Xiaodi's body shook violently, and he actually stayed there, his eyes widened, and he couldn't help but blush on his face: he had never eaten such delicious food.

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

When she saw her brother's reaction, she subconsciously turned her head and looked at Feng Jun in shock: What on earth did you give him?

Feng Jun spread his hands with a smile, "The more delicious food can quickly replenish your physical strength."

Sister Lang was still a little worried, but she felt that the other party really had no reason to harm her, so she glared at her younger brother fiercely, thinking that your future would really embarrass our Lang family.

How could Mr. Lang care about being embarrassed or not? He was stunned for a while before he realized what was happening. Then he opened his mouth, raised his hand and stuffed the chocolate into his mouth.

However, just when he was about to eat it, he hesitated and changed his mind. He carefully bit off a soybean-sized piece from the chocolate and held it in his mouth without chewing it.

He thought about it for about five or six seconds, then turned around and stuffed the chocolate into his brother's mouth, "Brother, eat it, don't bite too much."

The eyes of the eldest brother of the Lang family had long been radiating with hunger, but at this moment, he still looked at Feng Jun first: You gave this to my brother, can I eat it?

Feng Jun smiled, took out two more chocolates from the bag, handed one to Brother Lang and the other to Sister Lang.

Brother Lang and Sister Lang also imitated their younger brother and carefully took a small bite. The next moment, their eyes narrowed and a deep sense of happiness filled their hearts.

Feng Jun looked at their satisfied smiles and was very happy. He even forgot to drink porridge for a while.

After Sister Lang took a bite of the chocolate, she did not take a second bite. Instead, she squatted down, pulled out a broad blade of grass, carefully wrapped the chocolate and stuffed it into her arms.

"This... won't work," Feng Jun saw this and waved his hands quickly, "This chocolate is afraid of heat and will melt... like ice."

He talked and gestured, and Sister Lang finally understood what he meant, so she took out the straw bag from her arms again, and couldn't help but blush on her face: You actually said that my chest is hot?

Feng Jun didn't pay attention to this, but looked at Mr. Lang again and said with a smile, "This one is also afraid of water. Don't get caught in the rain."

Little Brother Lang nodded hurriedly, raised his hand, and took another careful bite.

But Brother Lang reminded him, "Brother, drink the meat porridge quickly, it's getting cold."

Feng Jun touched the earthen jar and found that it was no longer very hot. He simply stopped using chopsticks and picked up the earthen jar and tried to take a sip.

This taste...how do I put it? It's a bit fishy and spicy. If you can drink it a few times, it can get rid of the cold.

However, the fishy and muttony smell was a bit stronger. Although there were unknown seasonings in it, the porridge was too bland and could not suppress the muttony smell.

Too bland? This was a problem. Feng Jun reached into his backpack and took out a small plastic bottle of table salt.

In this space, he is very concerned about salt replenishment. He is very good at drinking water. But when he was in the Gobi, he was exposed to the sun and sweated several times every day. In order to prevent electrolyte imbalance, he had to replenish a lot of salt. .

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

Brother Lang looked at the white powder in the bottle and couldn't help but swallowed again, "Gulu".

Feng Jun picked up the chopsticks, stirred the pot twice, then picked up the pot and drank heavily.

He drank most of the can of meat porridge in one go, then put down the earthen pot, burped with satisfaction, and then let out a long breath.

It was obvious that Little Brother Lang wanted to know what the white powder was, but in the end, it was Sister Lang who asked, "What kind of condiment is that?"

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

The corners of Sister Lang's mouth twitched, and then she asked in disbelief, "Salt... white?"

"That's right," Feng Jun nodded with a smile, "Refined salt, very good."

Sister Lang didn't care about "refining" or anything, but made a movement with her hands, her eyes widened, "You actually let go... so much?"

It turns out that in this village, salt is an expensive daily necessity. Everyone knows that salt is necessary for the body, but there are no salt producing areas around, so everyone can only tolerate the high price of salt.

Because of this, everyone's taste is relatively bland, and some people even drink animal blood to supplement salt.

In Sister Lang's view, the other party actually put "so much salt" in such a small earthen pot of meat porridge, which was simply too wasteful and extravagant.

As for the color of the salt, its "refining" and so on, it's not that important.

After Feng Jun understood the situation clearly, he was unwilling to say anything about the salt issue. He thought he was not a selfish person, but today he took a risk to save Lang Sister, but received a cold reception from the village. It was strange that he felt comfortable.

Just like in the earth world, when you give up your seat to an old man on the bus, he doesn't necessarily have to say "thank you" to the other person. Even giving him a smile or a nod is fine - this means that you have received my kindness.

Some people sit down without even looking at you, acting as if they should take it for granted. Will the person who gives up their seat feel comfortable?

The so-called goodwill should originally be mutual.

This small lake village treated him so coldly, why would he put his hot face on his cold butt?

Although Sister Lang is a girl, her carelessness is comparable to her strong thighs. She neither mentioned chocolate nor salt, but instead explained why the village was indifferent to him.

Because this is a small village in the mountains, the sky is high and the emperor is far away. Once attacked by bandits, they can't even count on reinforcements and can only save themselves.

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

It's different in the mountains. You can kill anyone at will and UU read www.uukanshu.net. Once the body is thrown away, where can you find it? The scene during the day is the best explanation.

It is very easy for a murderer to hide in the mountains. Who can find him if he just drills through a rock?

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

Although Feng Jun still felt uncomfortable, now that she had given her explanation, he could no longer care about it. "In this case, I will leave when the rain stops tomorrow."

"You can't just leave like this," Sister Lang objected. "The Yaling Green Bamboo Shoots haven't been sold yet... I have to give you half of the money I got from the sale."

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

As for selling salt, he won't consider it for the time being. There are salt dealers here, and selling salt seems to be a hugely profitable industry. If he rashly gets involved, isn't he asking for trouble?

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

Before he could ask, Sister Lang spoke up again, "Feng Jun, the tools you use are all good, and you should be a noble person with status, but your hair... what's going on?"

Feng Jun glanced at her and replied lazily, "I'm wandering around alone. I don't think it's troublesome to comb it, so I cut it short myself, can't I?"

When Sister Lang heard this, she became furious, "Don't you know that 'the body's hair and skin are affected by its parents'?"

The next moment, she seemed to realize that her tone was bad. After a pause, she lowered her voice and asked, "My father wants to know, are you living in seclusion or running away?"

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