Chapter 116: The Absurd Banquet

Only on this night did the Alcohol show its true power; those who were acting drunk and babbling nonsense were beaten up on the spot and dragged back to sleep, and those vomiting like fountains were also hauled away.

The vomit was meat that had just been eaten and was completely undigested; although it was a waste, no one would think of stuffing that stuff back into their mouths. Baifeng arranged for people to shovel it all together to feed the fish tomorrow.

They kept on carousing until the second half of the night, with everyone drunk as mud, before this banquet could be considered over. It was just hard on the group of people who weren't drunk yet; Baifeng wanted to pretend he was drunk too, but seeing the strenuous state of his tribesmen, he felt too embarrassed to slack off.

Unable to tell who belonged to which team or where they lived, and getting no response when he asked, he simply threw them all into the spacious woodshed, which could be considered calling them to recall the past, not forget their original intentions, and remember the bitterness of the past to appreciate the sweetness of the present.

Then, they took the meat back to the Grain Storehouse, checked that the doors were shut tight, and covered all the bonfires with dirt to extinguish them; only then could Baifeng and the others go back to rest.

Baifeng was very happy, but it still wasn't satisfying enough, because he was just a drummer; he could neither go dance nor did he have time to drink Wine.

So Baifeng simply took a pot of Wine, along with some roasted chestnuts, hazelnuts, and other dried fruits, and went back to his own room to continue savoring it slowly.

Sui was the same; although her heart was burning, she had always been relatively introverted. She hadn't let go during this party and didn't have a good time, so she simply finished the remaining Wine with Baifeng.

This time, Baifeng controlled the amount well and didn't black out at all. After drinking his fill, they began the part that both of them liked very much (two thousand words omitted here).

Once they woke up in the morning, everyone began to consciously clean up the mess—the ashes on the ground, the bones, and the vomit; in any case, they had to clean the plaza until it was spotless.

Today, they began to process that tiger, because it was kept in the cellar, which was relatively cool, and at this time, the night temperature was already quite cold, so it wouldn't spoil for a day or two.

The Beef had been salted on the surface when it was butchered, but now it had to be processed again. The fat was used to render oil, and the lean meat was salted and cured. It was a pity there were no refrigerators now, otherwise, they could have saved some relatively fresh meat to eat in the Winter.

The tiger skin was removed, and there was only one large hole in the belly. Fortunately, after the skillful hands of Zhinu, no obvious damage could be seen. The tiger skin was taken to be tanned, and Baifeng wondered what he should make with this tiger skin.

Using it to cover a bed or the floor was too wasteful, and tiger fur wasn't soft like sheepskin. A tiger-skin chair would be quite majestic, but it would look like a mountain king, which didn't fit his temperament as a Tribal Chief and future king.

He might as well make a great cloak; wearing it in the Winter would be warm, and it would allow others to see the material at a glance—that would be flashy. Baifeng thought this way and intended to do just that.

The tiger meat was removed, and Baifeng intended to invite all the Soldiers of the tribe to eat tiger meat again today. The tiger bones were scraped clean; Baifeng didn't keep a single bit and found over a dozen wine jars to soak them all in. Only after everything was put in did Baifeng remember if he had put in a bit too much tiger bone.

When others soaked them, they used a piece at a time, but he used several pieces together. He didn't know if the medicinal power would be too fierce; the main thing was that he had no experience and had only heard about it. After all, this thing was protected in later generations.

Baifeng specifically separated the tiger penis, testicles, and kidneys. The tribesmen looked at Baifeng with strange expressions; could it be that the Tribal Chief had a liking for this?

Baifeng didn't dare to eat it alone, otherwise, he wouldn't know who would end up suffering, so a few of the strongest Soldiers could taste it with Baifeng.

There was nothing to do today, so Baifeng personally cooked. He added some spices to the tiger blood and then steamed it in a pot to make blood tofu; a portion was heated until it melted and poured into Wine to serve as Tiger Blood Wine.

There wasn't enough tiger meat for the whole tribe, so only the Soldiers who had rendered service could get a share. The tiger heart was Baifeng's; this was unquestionable. Even if Baifeng didn't like to eat it, he had to; the tiger symbolized the king of this river basin.

The tiger meat was very gamey, even after being bled, so Baifeng threw in handfuls of Incense just to cover up that unpleasant smell.

After Baifeng processed some special parts, he intended to roast them to eat; that should be a bit better.

And so, having just celebrated yesterday, the Soldiers gathered together again today to start enjoying the tiger meat. It was indeed not as delicious as Beef, but once they heard it was tiger meat, they all had to give a thumbs up.

The Tiger Blood Wine was distributed to everyone. Once everyone was eating and drinking happily, Baifeng sneakily called Xiong, Chi, and Hui over; after all, that thing didn't have much meat, and there was nothing left to divide.

Baifeng had long since cut the meat into strips and skewered it, so they didn't know which part it was. Baifeng didn't intend to tell them either; he just roasted the meat himself and sprinkled on Incense to cover that rank smell.

After it was cooked, each person got two skewers, but they all felt it didn't taste good. Baifeng didn't think it would taste that good either; the main point was whether the effect was fierce or not.

By the second half of the banquet, everyone felt some special sensations, their whole bodies burning with heat, so they simply threw their clothes to the side and ate naked.

But things got more and more out of hand. Being hot was one thing, but the things below rose up uncontrollably. Baifeng and the others were even worse, their faces red and breathing heavily; this effect was indeed a bit too fierce.

Later, they really couldn't take it anymore, so they hurriedly ended the banquet. They hadn't even finished the food before they went home to find their wives. Baifeng was the same; he could still pretend to walk a few steps at first, but later he just ran.

For the men, this was an unforgettable night, and for the women, it was the same. The food and Wine from the banquet weren't cleaned up; the other tribesmen went to clean up when they saw the banquet ending, and they were able to eat a little bit while they were at it.

As it turned out, those who had wives or husbands were fine, but the young ones who had nothing were the ones who were miserable. They thought they had been poisoned, but it seemed there was nothing else special besides desire.

Only by constantly cooling themselves under the water pipe did they feel a bit better. From this night on, Baifeng understood how potent this effect was, and he was even more certain that he had really put too much tiger bone in the tiger bone wine. But the problem was that it was already sealed; it seemed he would have to dilute the tiger bone wine in the future.

A banquet concerning a tiger ended like a farce. Now the Grain Storehouse was full, and the tribesmen were more at ease than last year. They also knew that with so much surplus, on the day of the year-end summary, those who earned work points would definitely be allocated many things.

Baifeng also felt that his plan could be implemented now that there was so much food. Next year, he could advance outward, take the initiative to attack, and annex a few tribes; in any case, he could afford to support them.

As for this year's Full Moon Gathering, their tribe would no longer participate. Even if it wasn't hosted by the Suiren clan but by the Qiexin clan, he didn't want to take that risk.

Moreover, looking at the moon, the gathering should have already started.

Mid-Autumn Festival; the moon was extremely round and bright, even larger and clearer than what could be seen in later generations. Perhaps in the Guanghangong, the fairy was dancing, and Wu Gang was still outside chopping down trees.

It was originally a festival for reunion, but he was here and could never see his family again. People of today do not see the moon of the past; the moon of today once shone on the people of the past. He, a person of today, was watching the ancient moon with the ancients; how ridiculous.