Game of Thrones Starts with the Lord Blast System

Roasting potatoes in the wild seems to be simple, but in fact it requires certain skills. Potatoes cannot be roasted directly on the fire, otherwise they will easily be burned into charcoal and waste good things.

First of all, it is very important to choose a suitable barbecue spot.

A burly figure on a small soil **** with a certain height, used a stick to cut out a large hole, and dug through it from the vertical and horizontal directions.

Then, choose clods or stones of uniform size and build them up layer by layer along the opening above, like building blocks.

In the end, it formed the appearance of a large stove.

It's hard to imagine that a man who has developed such a method of roasting potatoes would be a man with a ferocious face.

Lynn looked at the hound with a few soldiers laying down their weapons, building a soil stove for roasting potatoes there, and it always felt a little unrealistic.

Is this person really the former Iron Guard Sandor Clegane who was famous in the Seven Kingdoms?

Looking at the plaster on this guy's face, if he strips off his thick armor, he really looks like a country farmer.

And this guy's new allegiance to the king is now under Lynn's knees, enjoying Lynn's touch.

Every time the Hound sees Lynn treating the Gryphon like a kitten to the Golden Pig, he turns his back.

It seems that he can't stand someone treating his king like this, even if Lynn is his king's master, it's hard to accept.

A few sacks of potatoes were quickly thrown into an earthen kiln built of stones, and then sealed with stones.

The soldiers picked up the nearby hay branches as firewood, and lit a big fire in the small earthen kiln they built.

Lynn shouted and reminded: "Before burning, pay attention to clean up the surrounding hay and debris, otherwise it may cause a wild fire."

The soldier agreed, then shoveled some soil with a shovel, sealed the hole, and covered it tightly inside and out.

This is no problem, now just need to wait for the potatoes to enjoy the high temperature hug in the hole, and let the deliciousness slowly sublimate.

"All the villagers came out?"

Hanniu pointed to a small dirt bag at the entrance of the village, "They are all squatting under the mound outside the village, my lord."

Lynn frowned, "Why don't they come over."

"My lord, they despise their appearance as being too dirty, and they are only willing to wait behind the soil **** for fear of contaminating their food."

This is where they are afraid of contaminating the food. These cautious farmers just came back from shaving the food, and their bodies are dirty. It is estimated that they are afraid that the aristocratic nobles will look unsightly.

Lynn mourned for a moment.

I don't even care about them.

When the potatoes are roasted for a while, there is a special crispy aroma wafting out.

After Lin En saw Tupo, people began to stick their heads out from time to time, as if they were looking at this side.

It seemed that he was curious about what the generous noble lords prepared to invite them to eat, so that they could have such a fragrant taste.

Hanniu took a potato that had just been dug out of the earthen kiln and handed it to Lynn.

Only the owner has the right to enjoy the first bite of food.

Lynn looked at the warm cooked potato wrapped in a few leaves, and gently peeled off the top layer.

Soon, the most wild delicacy in the fields spread from the tip of the tongue.

Of course, not everyone in the Gripen Legion eats potatoes. With the exception of the sentry battalion that is in charge of guarding the outside, every small camp has smoke coming out of it.

Soldiers' rations are varied, oat flour, dried fish, a small amount of ham and even some shallots.

As for dry bread, beef and mutton and beer trucks are also available, these things are rarely enjoyed by soldiers on weekdays.

The figure behind the **** began to become restless, which was the temptation of delicious food.

No one can make an exception.

Sandor Clegane the Hound clutched the potatoes in his hand and devoured them.

It was this guy who was in a hurry to start a fire just now. Look at his anxious look. According to legend, he is afraid of flames and has a psychological shadow on fire.

Why didn't Lynn see it.

In fact, it is just the fear in the heart. Once the fear is temporarily overshadowed by other things, such as the urgent expectation of food, the mind will temporarily forget the fear.

Before Lynn had eaten one of his baked potatoes, Sandor Clegane the hound had already swallowed two, and was about to attack his last baked potato of the night.

The little boy picking beans that he saw at the entrance of the village before, is now staring straight at Lin En's hand, the yellow mashed potatoes and the drool dripping on his neckline.

The soldiers of the Guards picked all the cooked potatoes in the crypt, and poured the remaining sack into it again.

The flames continued to snap and jump under the kang.

Lynn put the remaining half on the big boulder beside him, clapped his hands, stood up and said, "I don't want to eat it, let the cavalry of the 4th Battalion of the Expeditionary Force send me some dried fish, I can smell it. See the smell of dried fish in their camp."

"Also, go and bring me the little boy who was poking his head behind the dirt **** and drooling."

When the little boy came to Lynn with a hesitant face, he stood up with a look of hesitation on his face.

Lynn pointed to the remaining half of the big bluestone, "I've eaten it before, do you still want it?"

The boy swallowed hard, turned and glanced at Tupo behind him, as if asking for advice, but he didn't dare to pop out a head from behind Tupo.

The boy lost his mind and could only obey the call of the glutton.

He nodded heavily.

Half a potato devoured his stomach, and the boy's hungry and thin face seemed to have a hint of blood.

Lynn asked, "What do you usually eat?"

The boy took the last mouthful of mashed potatoes and said hesitantly, "The beans are gooey, gooseberries."

The bean paste should be those rotten beans boiled in boiling water, similar to bean porridge

, Gooseberry is a wild vegetable.

The poor child's complexion is sallow, and even his hair is as dry as straw, which is a serious lack of nutrition.

Lynn asked again, "You don't hunt and fish, and it's not far from the Bairen River?"

The boy said, "I hunt and fish, but I can only drink soup. The meat is for the lord's family."

Lynn nodded.

He said something the boy didn't understand, "The land reform in the northern region will cover this area soon, and it won't be long before you will have your own arable land and your own food, which is what the food looks like in your hands."

The little boy seems to understand, but it belongs to his own food. This sentence still made his eyes light up.

At this time, the second batch of potatoes roasted in the crypt was also cooked, and it was still fragrant.

Lin En took a piece of dried fish from Han Niu, handed it to the boy, and patted his little head with a smile.

"Go, call a few villagers to come over, pick the potatoes in the crypt and bring them back. If the people who come can't hold the food, the rewards will be halved."

Finally, waiting for the moment he was looking forward to, the little boy spread his legs and hurried behind him.

This is the territory of Horwood City~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The villagers could not understand the flag raised by Lynn's army.

The few guys who were sent to fetch the cooked potatoes looked very flustered. When they saw Lynn, they saluted from a distance, and only waited for Lynn to nod, or after Lynn turned away from them completely, before they dared to put them on the table. With dry, rough hands, he reached into the scalding crypt to fish for potatoes.

Their calloused hands seemed immune to scalding heat.

He didn't need to wrap it in leaves, and he didn't need a shovel that was clearly in front of him. He just used one hand to quickly pick up a cooked potato from the crypt, and quickly put it into the pocket of the jacket he grabbed with the other hand.

When the villagers were ready to return to the hillside with warm potatoes in their arms, they all turned their backs to Lynn, who seemed to be admiring the scenery on the distant mountains, kowtowed once, and then walked away slowly.

The army's camp was in the woods a few hundred meters away.

The open space at the entrance of the village is just a place to bury pots and make rice.

Seeing that the banquet was a success, and the soldiers had eaten and drank enough, Lin En didn't want to stay.

When Lynn took the first bite of mashed potatoes, the Gryphon golden pig flew into the mountains to catch his own food.

Lin En took a last look, and at the gate of the village where the setting sun was mottled, he turned around and ordered the guards, "Leave a sack of potatoes, and tell the army to close the camp immediately, and leave the camp early tomorrow morning."

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