It was a small place, about 20 square meters in size. It was surrounded by a few wooden posts in the middle of the sheepfold. It was surrounded by a small house made of old iron plates that had been found from who knows where.
The place was cold in the winter and hot in the summer, and he died from grievance. To be able to live in this kind of place, I'm convinced.
However, the old man let out a calm laugh and said,
"Hehe, I'm not afraid of all of you making fun of me. I'm not hungry, so I might as well make a trip there, and this is only in the past few years. When I was young, I was buried in a wild temple, and the sky was quilt, so I could sleep anywhere."
The old man said he wasn't bored, there were more than 300 sheep in the sheepfold, he was already very happy to have so many sheep to accompany him.
I secretly admired him in my heart. How could a person with such a state of mind even be considered an ordinary person? Just based on this point, he could be called a deity.
"Since you've come, I can't neglect all of you. Let me be the host of this meal and treat all of you to it." Hei Zi slowly said, telling us to wait in the room, he was going to prepare some food.
I also didn't see any kitchen utensils in this room, the outside of the house was also empty, there was nothing to do, I didn't expect the old man to walk straight towards the sheepfold.
Looking at this scene, I felt a sense of respect. This old Ya was indeed courteous, this was waiting to be slaughtered, wherever I went this was the best treatment.
"Do you see that, my friends are all full of brotherhood, this time don't worry, just eat and drink well, if you have any issues you should leave it to the old Ya Zi, there definitely won't be any problems."
Seeing how kind Hei Zi was, Tu Hai's face was full of pride.
However, I feel that something is off, this old Ya Zi seems to be acting a bit weird here, too many strange things have happened recently, I can't help but to be more cautious.
The four of us aren't the only ones here, the Brother Fang even brought four strong guys.
According to the Brother Fang, these four strong young men all practiced Southern Fist, Eight Trigrams Palm, Eight Extreme Boxing, and Wing Spring Fist, all of which were extremely proficient.
These brothers were Brother Fang's bodyguards. Because they were his trusted subordinates, they could be used without worry.
I let the Brother Fang and his underlings remind us, this time it's not our territory in the south, no matter what we do we have to focus on one hundred and eighty percent of our strength, afraid of ten thousand, we have to be afraid.
Brother Fang nodded his head. What made me even more worried was that I didn't know what was going on with Zhang Tiangang.
Ever since I sat on top of the wheelchair and started doing it, my legs had been covered with a blanket, and I fell asleep. When I called him Zhang Tiangang, he only responded with a light voice and didn't say anything else.
After staying for close to an hour, he suddenly heard the sound of pottery being smashed apart.
We didn't understand what the old man was doing, but when we saw him like this, we decided to let him take a look. But before the young man could leave, the old man came back with a large stainless steel basin.
The large stainless steel basin was about half a meter long and filled to the brim with meat. It was heaped to the height of a small elephant.
However, these pieces of meat were all made of flesh and bones and looked somewhat similar to the sheep Scorpion.
Seeing that we were all intoxicated by the smell, he laughed and said,
"Bring your flesh and blood with you, and quickly try. I can guarantee that I'm the only one in the world who can do so."
It was a pity that there wasn't even a proper bed in the house, so we could only move all the food onto the brick bed and start eating.
After being stewed for a long time, most of the ordinary mutton meat would melt in his mouth. However, for this dish just now, it should be ready in a short period of time.
Moreover, if he hadn't guessed wrongly, this large pot of meat should have been left stuffy in the middle of the fire.
In such a high-temperature and high-pressure environment, it was definitely better than a pressure cooker, not worse than a pressure cooker. However, the meat that came out was unexpectedly very refined, and there was even some firewood.
Subconsciously, I felt that this pot of meat definitely wasn't lamb but was a different kind of meat. Furthermore, the bones I ate weren't white, but a little grey.
I had a strange feeling in my heart. I looked at him, and then asked the old Ya who was smoking at the side.