book of old days

Chapter 38 Briquettes and Carrots

The old hunter pointed to the group of dogs, "This is a new batch of hounds trained this year. They already know how to obey orders. I have left one for you. You came just in time. Pick it up quickly. If you wait until tomorrow, you will have to wait for it." Others pick the rest.

Normally I would not sell dogs to outsiders, but we are friends, so I can make an exception for you, of course the money still has to be counted. "The old hunter said with a sly smile.

Sean looked at these ferocious hounds with great interest. These big dogs that look like wolves are unique to the Nord region. The Nords will crossbreed local dogs with wild wolves to breed this huge wolf This kind of wolf dog is ferocious but also untamed. It needs to be trained by a professional dog trainer to become a qualified hunting dog.

The training process is cruel and long, and dogs that fail the training will be killed directly (the Nords also eat dog meat).

But once trained, these hounds will become a rare and good helper for hunters.

Sean had considered before that living alone in the valley would be somewhat lonely, and he might be going crazy after a winter. He always wanted a living creature as a companion, and having a dog to accompany him would also increase his safety, so he commissioned Milok helped get one.

He immediately fell in love with the black hound with a white star spot on its forehead. It looked very mighty, and its eyebrows and eyes were very similar to a black-backed dog he had raised in his previous life.

He took out a piece of jerky and threw it over. The black dog glanced at the jerky on the ground, but did not dare to move until Milok whistled at it, then picked up the jerky and ate it in two bites.

After getting a signal from Milok, Sean stepped forward, carefully stroking the fur on the dog's neck, watching its arched back gradually bend down.

"It seems to like you very much, this is a good start." Milok said and handed him a collar.

Putting a collar on a dog is a delicate ceremony, a bit like the process of signing a master-servant contract. Sean personally put the collar on the dog, and the black dog immediately wagged its tail at him in favor.

Sean took out a ten-pound note and handed it to the old hunter. He didn't ask for the price. Such a good dog must not be cheap, but ten pounds is definitely enough.

Milok was a little surprised, "I can't find such a large amount of money."

"There's no need to look for it, we're friends, so why not be polite."

Miloch smiled embarrassingly, "That's right—oh, by the way, I still have to remind you that dogs are just like people, and they have a strong class concept. You must let them know who Yes boss, Bretons like to keep dogs as pets, cuddle them and call them darlings, but that doesn't work in Nord.

Hounds are meant to go to the battlefield, and they must be ready to fight wild beasts at any time. If they eat too much and lose their wildness, they will be useless...

If it thinks that it is more important than your life, it will be cowardly at the critical moment, so it must understand that you are the most important one, you are the leader, the master, and its god, you have to Show it your 'strength' every now and then.

As long as the dog knows that there is a big man standing behind him, it will be brave and fearless, even a tiger will dare to touch it, don't let it feel abandoned, otherwise the dog will lose its fighting spirit..."

The old hunter nagged a lot, and Sean kept it all in his heart.

He whistled at the black dog, and the black dog followed up spiritually, jumped onto the carriage, sniffed the smell of smoked venison and wild boar ham on the carriage, and his expression suddenly became excited.

Xiao En's face darkened at the old reporter's words, and he sternly shouted: "Sit down! Don't move!"

Seeing the obedient expression of the black dog, he nodded in satisfaction.

Sitting in the driving seat, he waved his whip, and the carriage staggered on the road.

It was Xiao En's first time driving a carriage, and he was even more nervous than his first time driving. He didn't know whether to swing the whip hard or lightly, for fear that it would startle the horse too hard, or that it would be too light to have any effect.

Fortunately, there were no pedestrians along the way, so he had enough time to learn and master it.

After getting used to each other for a while, one person and one horse actually had a tacit understanding. As long as Xiao En swiped his whip, the horse would naturally know the direction to go.

On the way home, Sean decided to name the dog Briquette, which was the name of the dog he raised in his previous life. As for the horses, they should be called Carrots.

After walking for an hour, the carriage finally arrived at the manor in the valley. Without Sean's order, the briquettes jumped out of the carriage.

Sean casually threw a piece of jerky to it as a reward for being obedient along the way.

Next he began to move supplies, and he moved all the food into the food storage room of the mansion. This cold basement is very suitable for storing food.

A few live chickens were stuffed into chicken coops. There were wild beasts everywhere in the mountains, and he didn't dare to raise them free-range.

Xiao En plans to keep it until it snows, and then he can freeze it directly after shedding the hair.

He untied the turnips from the wagon and took them to the stable, then got some hay into the feed trough, and poured two buckets of fresh water into the trough.

By the time he finished all this work, it was almost dark.

He didn't have lunch in the town at noon, his stomach would growl with hunger and he would be exhausted.

He was quite satisfied looking at the warehouse full of food, but it was a bit strenuous to work alone in such a big house.

Sean made himself a good dinner, sitting by the fire, eating smoked venison and oatmeal, with salt fish fried in lard and cabbage leaves, and an apple at the end of the meal.

Sean couldn't help but feel a little bit sorry for the briquettes lying beside the fire and watching him eat, but he kept in mind Milok's advice that dogs are social animals, and the order in which they eat is also a sign of status. In the game, the first wolf always eats first, and only when the first wolf is full will it be the turn of the other wolves.

Sean waited until he was full, then mixed the remaining oatmeal, a few pieces of bacon, and the lard in the pan, and poured it into the briquette bowl.

The briquettes devoured them.

Before it was completely dark, Sean found the bag of acorn noodles. The acorn noodles looked gray, completely different from what he had imagined, and there were still some particles that hadn't been ground clean. Knead the noodles with cold water, and knead the noodles into a dough quickly.

He kneaded the dough into small balls, made them into flatbreads, and baked them over the fire.

The aroma of acorn noodles permeated the air. Sean baked a total of five acorn cakes, picked up one and took a bite. The taste was quite subtle, but it was definitely not delicious.

I don't know if this thing works or not. Would it be better if white flour is used to make pancakes?

Sean thought about it, and laughed to himself.

After breakfast the next morning, Sean looked at the weather. He was lucky. Today's sky was gray and it looked like it was going to rain. It was just right for the summoning ceremony. He carried a few acorn pancakes and carried With a shotgun, a bundle of ropes, a book of other worlds in a leather bag, and briquettes, he walked all the way to the tree hole marked yesterday.

Looking at the tree hole in front of him, Sean took a deep breath.

It's time, it's time to start his first summoning ceremony in the true sense.

(End of this chapter)