Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 242 - 40: The Grudges at the Ferry Point (Part 1)_1

Chapter 242: Chapter 40: The Grudges at the Ferry Point (Part 1)_1

The Fei Lengcui originally didn’t have a route, but as the Wronged Thicker-Head tread often, a path was formed. ——Liu Zhenhan said.

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The north wind blew with intense howls, sharply decreasing the temperature overnight.

The sky remained as blue as a wash, and the bamboo forest in front of the Red Earth Highland was still lush green.

But the chill was sinister.

The herders of the Vassal Clans, brandishing their loud whips, were driving the beasts back. The first snows of winter were nearly upon them, giving them the last opportunity to fatten up the herds.

A few unexpected incidents happened during this period, two of the Sea Ditch Rainbow Tribe hedgehog herders took dozens of fat antelopes out to pasture and never returned.

The wasteland was vast, after several extensive searches, the murdered bodies of the hedgehog herders and some bones and fur of the antelopes were found in a berry bush over a hundred miles away.

According to Knight Vieri’s estimations, the remaining cattle were probably taken by the bandits in the wasteland.

The bandits in the wasteland lived day by day, disdaining and having no necessity to understand seasonal changes and the concept of time.

Generally speaking, they wouldn’t realize winter had arrived until the cold weather came.

Every winter, starving bandits and outlaws crossed the frozen surface of the Sanggan River, rushed into the heartland of the Bimon Kingdom, risked being wiped out by the regular army to grab food. When the cold weather came, the bandits’ fighting spirit was extraordinarily high. They absolutely did not let go of any object to loot.

In response to this situation, Liu Zhenhan ordered the herders not to exceed a 50-mile radius beyond the Red Earth Highland when grazing the herd before the snowfall.

The plan to suppress the remaining two bandit tribes — the White Crow Wildman Tribe and Razor Wasteland Goblin Tribe within a 200-mile radius — was also officially added to the memorandum, aiming to resolve all issues within a week.

Liu Zhenhan was still considering how to deal with the prisoners. He lacked a compromise solution to solve the relentless bandit problem.

In front of the bamboo forest of the Red Earth Highland, a group of slaves were panting as they dug cellars under a large mound, constantly moving neatly plucked hay inside; for that would become their home.

Each slave breathed out white air, the soil was hard.

The Donau Wasteland was too desolate. Liu Zhenhan had already withdrawn the original guards who had been watching over them at night, hoping that some of them would run away to reduce the number of people eating.

Unfortunately, none of these slaves chose to escape. Faced with the cruel winter, without weapons or stored food, escaping would equate to death.

Fei Lengcui had an unwritten rule, even for slaves, that it was forbidden to withhold their food and was free to insult them.

Liu Zhenhan was afraid of hunger since his childhood.

This regulation also reinforced the determination of the Bear Goblin slaves and the Ogre slaves to stay here and not leave.

A group of rainbow-haired militias and the lord sat bare-armed in front of the bamboo forest, drinking. The wine was Hobbit Rum, with a rich aroma, and the food was freshly roasted yam on charcoal.

These yams were discovered by the Halfling chef in the bamboo forest. Soon after planting the bamboo, many guinea pig nests appeared inside. The wasteland guinea pigs seemed to like the sheltered and dense bamboo forest and the fresh and juicy bamboo roots. Lately, many children had nothing to do and spent their days digging for guinea pig nests in the bamboo forest.

Guoguo excelled at digging for guinea pig nests. It could squeeze into the mouse hole. When it came out, it would grab the guinea pig’s tail, one very lively.

The meat of guinea pigs was very delicate, much more tender than larza meat. A guinea pig was over half a pound, and the yellowish fat stripped from within could be used as lamp oil, unlike other resin and animal oils that sting the eyes. It also had an attractive wax scent.

Yams were the favorite foods of these guinea pigs. They excreted the seeds of the yams from their feces, which allowed these yams to settle in the bamboo forest along with them.

The bitter roots of the yams were loved only by guinea pigs.

The yam itself was very small, only the size of a sparrow’s egg, and a large bunch like grapes could grow on each root. If you ate it raw, the taste was a bit bitter. The Bimon herders generally fed larza beasts with them when there was no pasture.

The clever Hobbit Halfling chef peeled them, ground them into pieces, and then roasted them on low heat to make bread. The taste was fine, but it was a bit troublesome.

The lord himself created two simple cooking methods. He roasted the yams on charcoal until slightly charred. Tearing off the outer skin, inside were strands of orange gold silk. The taste was both glutinous and fragrant.

It was as delicious as honey. Vieri, the bear man, was all smiles as he ate them.

Lord Master further ground the yam, which the Bimon herders used as wild feed for their herds, into white juice with a grindstone. He then boiled it, adding a bit of bear tribe special honey propolis candy brought by Knight Vieri. The taste was similar to sheep’s milk and had no unpleasant odor.

Sugar was a very expensive seasoning, generally only nobles could enjoy it. The generosity of the lord moved the folks.

Knight Gortani, being a steadfast follower of the nobles’ principles, naturally looked down upon the yams fed to the livestock and even more so at the lord who fed them to the common people.

However, after accidentally tasting the delicious yam juice once, the Swan Lady Knight also began to secretly drink the incredibly tasty drink.