Chapter 410 [Strange tent in the snow]
The stall owner quickly grabbed a small piece of dough, kneaded it round and added a little oil, then began to fold and knead it continuously, and then rolled it thin with a rolling pin.
Then, this pancake was put on the iron plate for frying. At the same time, there was a piece of pork tenderloin that was sliced extremely thin and marinated with homemade sauce. The pancakes and meat on the iron plate squeaked, and at this time the stall owner had already started kneading a thousand-layer pancake.
After the cake was turned over two or three times, the color turned yellowish, and some brown dots appeared on both sides due to the high temperature, this cake was put into the oven by the stall owner and baked for a while. When it was forked out with tongs, it was already bulging.
At this time, the stall owner quickly used a thin, bladeless spatula to split the baked fragrant pancake from the side, and the pancake was opened like a bag. He cut the tenderloin into two pieces, put them in, put some of the freshest and tenderest inner cabbage leaves, brushed it with two sauces, and handed it to the diners.
In the cold wind, take a bite of the steaming tenderloin pancake, mixed with the taste of meaty pancakes, plus refreshing young vegetable leaves, stay between your lips and teeth for a moment, and as soon as you chew it, it will uncontrollably flow from your throat Rolled straight into the stomach.
If you are willing to pay more, you can also sandwich a fried egg with the tenderloin and vegetable leaves. The fried egg is soft, with a unique taste and the taste of egg yolk and egg white. With the sauce, it can make the meat taste stronger. It's just that although the surrounding citizens are willing to buy cakes to eat, they are often not particularly well-off, so few people add eggs.
Fang Chang stepped forward and asked, four coins a piece.
The price is quite reasonable and not expensive, no wonder there are so many people around.
The pancakes are filled with oil, and there is meat inside. Although it is the cheapest tenderloin, and it is sliced very thin with a good knife, it doesn’t have much weight, but it has meat after all, which is very delicious.
What's more, the world has not been peaceful in recent years, and everything has risen a little. When Fang Chang passed by Huqiao Town this time, he found that the tiger pancakes there were worth a penny or two.
"Bring me two pancakes, and add a fried egg to one of the pancakes."
In the cold wind, Fang Chang walked over, put the nine coins into the wooden box next to him, and then walked to the side to line up.
The stall owner just glanced at the wooden box to see that the money was correct, then nodded silently, and then continued to focus on the work at hand.
His hands with thick joints were kneading dough in the cold wind, and they were a little rough from the blowing, but they were cleaned very cleanly, and the nails were trimmed short and neatly. He kneaded the dough all year round, and his movements were very skilled, extremely fast and full of rhythm. The stove and the iron plate are steaming, heating the meat slices and cakes on top until they are fragrant, and by the way, the vegetable leaves in the small basket next to it will not be too cold.
When the queue reached Fanglong, he re-stated his needs, and the stall owner made the cakes after three times and five divisions, and handed them over on yellow paper.
Fang Chang took it, stepped aside from the front of the line, and opened his mouth to bite.
It really tastes good, the oil cake is crispy, the thin slices of meat are tender and juicy, mixed with fried eggs and fresh vegetable leaves, it is very appetizing.
At this time, a large vehicle passed by not far away.
Fang Chang was eating a loin sandwich and looking at the cart in the distance.
Yu Guangji and the others were carrying shovels and driving the mule cart out of the city. The wheels rolled over the loess road and creaked occasionally.
Under the straw and rags covered on the mule cart, half of the tail is still exposed.
It seems that they are preparing to transport the monsters that were killed before out of the city and bury them. After all, there are so many monster corpses, considering the subsequent impact, it is not easy to deal with them in the city.
Fang Chang didn't come forward to say hello again, he ate up the cake, found a pile of ashes to throw away the yellow paper, turned around and left the city.
Crossing the mountains north of Guangyang City in the north-west direction, there is no longer an official road.
Here is an endless grassland.
It's just that this grassland is now covered by thick snow. The vegetation on the grassland is very short, and there are no trees in the field of vision, so the wind rolls around in front of the eyes unobstructed, rolling up piles of snow. For humans, survival in this environment is really difficult.
I have to sigh that human beings are really a tough species. In this environment, there are still many human races living.
Fang Chang headed north and saw many tribes.
They live in tents made of felt and take good care of herds of cattle and sheep.
After communicating with these herdsmen, Chang Fang learned that they call this place Qingqing Grassland, and they have always lived on the grassland, living by water and grass.
Every winter is the most difficult time. Whether it is wind, snow, hunger and cold, or wolves in the snow, they are all things that can kill people quickly.
So these herdsmen lose a lot of livestock every winter, and they can only keep those strong ones as much as possible.
Contrary to what many people think, the staple food of the herdsmen here is various dairy products, as well as a small amount of wild wheat that they find suitable places to sow and harvest during the journey. Only in winter, when fuel is plentiful, do they eat livestock that cannot survive the cold.
In addition, the products on the grassland and the merchants in the Central Plains are used to replace some salt and brick tea, which are the necessities of survival.
Fang Chang didn't bother these herdsmen too much, he kept heading north.
However, in the vast snow field, a small tent suddenly attracted his attention.
The tent more than a dozen miles away trembled slightly in the wind, and it looked too thin. Compared with the yurts he encountered along the way, this tent is really hard to resist the cold wind in winter.
But these are not the most acceptable points. What puzzled Fang Chang the most was that there were no corrals, haystacks and cow dung stacks around the place, and there were no common household items such as firewood piles and carts. There was only one solitary tent, propped up in the snow.
Fang Chang was slightly puzzled, so he walked in that direction.
When we got closer, we found that the area around the tent had been cleaned very clean. The snow had been swept away to form a low wall to resist the wind and snow, and all the grass had been taken away, exposing the land below, which was obviously inhabited.
Fang Chang has very good hearing and can hear conversations in the tent.
A man and a woman are chatting, they are discussing, and they are going to come out to check the weather, and then find some food.
So, they bumped into Fang Chang who was walking close.
So these two people immediately became vigilant. Although they were dressed as herdsmen, this was definitely not the style of herdsmen. Everywhere Fang Chang went before, the herdsmen would be amazed at his toughness walking alone in the snow, and respect him as a master. , and even offer food and hot milk tea.
"Who are you? Where are you from?"
Their tone is as rough as that of ordinary herdsmen.
The man in front asked, Fang Chang looked at the aura around him, but he understood that the two in front of him were all monsters.
(end of this chapter)