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Chapter 239

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The little deer antlers on the hat bounced up and down~

"Brother Feng! What were you guys just talking about?" Cai Xu, transformed into a bystander, asked.

Qin Feng replied: "Talking about life!"

Reba coughed lightly; she wasn't ready yet!

She continued: "We just talked a lot with Grandma Maria! Feeling her life is very rich."

Several people entered the tent.

Just now, a few young couples helped Uncle Xiao Kuliang and Auntie Walian cook together.

And they also learned a few small tricks for making Dalieba bread.

There was wine on the table, and it wasn't ordinary wine.

On the charcoal fire was meat; grilled beef and lamb chops were oozing oil.

The staple food was the Dalieba unique to the Evenki people.

Slightly different from the Dalieba of the Bear Country, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Besides that, there was reindeer milk tea brewed with Poria and brick tea!

The smoke and fire of the human world soothes the mortal heart most.

In the tent where the sun was about to set westward, a few more touches of warmth and comfort had appeared.

Before the meal, Qin Feng said to everyone: "Don't step over the bonfire, and don't throw things into the bonfire randomly." The others nodded repeatedly.

Although not knowing why, Brother Feng's words were very authoritative!

Reba asked: "Why?"

Qin Feng replied: "Respect the Fire God."

Reba leaned close to his ear and mumbled quietly: "Feudal superstition is not advisable."

Of course, this was just a young couple joking.

The reason Qin Feng said this was definitely a matter of Evenki customs.

One region's water and soil nourish one region's people.

One region's people have one region's customs.

Grandma Maria nodded and said: "We Evenki people make a living in the mountains and forests, and have a special reverence for fire."

While speaking, she first dripped a drop of wine into the bonfire.

Then she cut off a small piece of roasted meat and put it into the fire.

Considered a small bit of ritual from the reindeer tribe~

She took a small sip of wine, then said to everyone: "This is wine brewed from wild blueberries of Daxinganling; you can't drink it anywhere else." The few young couples were all stunned!

Grandma is over a hundred years old, full of spirit, and can even have a couple of drinks!

--【Feeling that Grandma Maria has harmoniously merged with the mountains and forests, and her state of mind is open-minded!】

--【Brother Feng seems only interested in reindeer milk, constantly thinking about taking a sip of reindeer milk!】

--【Big brother, your use of the word 'sip' is inappropriate!】

--【Long-lived elders are all kind! Really like Grandma Maria~】

Qin Feng took a sip of the wild blueberry wine.

Sweet and sour, delicious~

Gulp—

Beside him, Reba took a huge gulp.

So rough?

Qin Feng: "This isn't juice."

Reba: "I know, the alcohol content is very low, probably even lower than the Shanlan wine we drank in the Li tribe."

Fruit wine and rice wine naturally have different tastes.

Auntie Walian said: "This wine has a strong aftereffect; Grandma usually only drinks two sips."

Reba felt this sounded very familiar.

Previously in the Li village, Uncle Xu said the same thing.

After drinking, besides pretending to be drunk, the aftereffect isn't big either~

Auntie Walian continued: "After dinner, Old Xiao will pitch a few more tents; the bedding is all new too; you will go down the mountain early tomorrow morning."

Uncle Xiao chimed in: "Your program 'One Hundred Percent Human' paid for the accommodation; don't be shy."

Everyone corrected: "It's 'Love One Hundred Percent'oooooo"

Dinner had not yet ended.

Reba leaned on Qin Feng's shoulder.

Her small face was flushed red, different from the Shanlan wine before.

This wild blueberry wine might really be getting to her head; it didn't seem like pretending.

Reba looked at the musical instruments in the corner of the tent.

Acting a bit spoiled, she said: "Qin Feng, can you play that instrument?"

Qin Feng said: "If I say I can't, you can't throw a drunken tantrum."

Reba shook her head: "I'm not drunk~"

Auntie Walian smiled and said: "People who are drunk won't say they are drunk."

The forest night sky far from the city's noise.

Seemed much brighter than usual.

Through the gap in the tent.

Moonlight poured over the forest and the nomadic tents.

The qin that Reba had caught was the Ao Rong qin of the E tribe.

Qin Feng said, "It is said that the soundbox operates on the principle of resonance with the vocal cavity of a deer's call."

Uncle Xiao nodded repeatedly and said, "The qin is a bit worn; do you want to try playing it, Xiao Qin?"

Blushing, Reba smiled and said, "This isn't called worn; this is called the rustic charm of age!"

Several young couples' gazes swept over with a swish-swish-swish.

Drunk Reba's cultural level had improved quite a bit!

Squinting her eyes, she whispered to Qin Feng, "I really want to hear you sing right now."

Crack-crack-crack—

The reindeer of the nomadic camp stepped on the snow, making a crisp sound.

Qin Feng took the Ao Rong qin.

After all, he possessed the ability of mastery over ethnic instruments.

He also wanted to hear how the tone sounded.

When Qin Feng took the qin, the tent instantly fell silent.

It was as if even the little reindeer that had been crunching the snow just now had become much more peaceful.

Looking at Reba, who leaned against him beside him, half-drunk and half-sober.

And at those little reindeer outside the tent.

Qin Feng plucked the strings of the Ao Rong qin.

Humming along as he began his own version of "Sober Drunk," with slightly modified lyrics.

"Standing in the snow-white forest,"

"Watching the swaying white snow."

"My fate, ah~ sways just like him."

"Turning back, I see that, the sunset glow on the horizon~"

"When the forest is deep, one sees deer; an old tree accompanies an ancient house."

"I met you; how can I keep you?"

"At dawn, one sees mist; green grass is wet with dew."

"I have fallen for you; how can I keep you?"

The sound of the Ao Rong qin flowed from his fingertips.

Just like the melting snow-white snow.

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