I have a city in another world

Chapter 6876 A Welcome Feast in the Village
Human nature is such that people are driven by self-interest and avoid harm, and they tend to favor the rich and despise the poor. They will certainly have different attitudes towards people of different statuses.

The villagers would practically lick the shoes of the noble lords in the city, let alone the powerful cultivators.

This is someone that even noble lords treat with utmost respect and dare not offend, but rather carefully maintain and win over.

For a cultivator to become a noble is effortless, but for a noble to become a cultivator is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

The gap between the two is greater than the gap between ordinary people and nobles, and the gap between ordinary people and cultivators is even greater, like an abyss.

Now that a group of cultivators have arrived in their village, this is a wonderful thing that they couldn't have hoped for.

The village chief was excited, feeling that the opportunity was right in front of him and that he could benefit from it.

The villagers did the same, bringing out their best possessions in the hope of pleasing the monk.

After pleasing the other party, you can reward them with something or help them with their spiritual practice. Wouldn't that be a win-win situation?

The more ignorant a person is, the more likely they are to have wild thoughts, completely unaware of the difficulty of cultivation.

All I knew was that this was a good thing, and I had to rack my brains and try my best to get involved, otherwise I might miss the opportunity.

Suddenly, the whole village became lively, with busy figures everywhere, accompanied by chickens running and dogs barking.

Children followed their parents, laughing and chasing each other, enjoying the rare atmosphere of the event.

When the aroma of food wafts out, the children are overjoyed and can't help but drool.

One serving of food after another was delivered by the villagers to the open space in front of the watermill, where grain was usually dried.

After the grains are dried, they are ground into flour in a water mill, and the food we eat every day is made from this flour.

The villagers' menu includes not only flour with husks but also all sorts of other things, which not only adds variety to the food but also reduces food consumption.

They live off the land and water, their lives are not wealthy, but they don't have to worry about going hungry.

In the grand environment of the astral realm, it is rare for people to be excessively oppressed and treated like livestock.

Although wars frequently occur in many countries, those that affect innocent civilians and cause countless casualties are stopped immediately.

Alternatively, it can be restricted to a certain scope, prohibiting its unchecked spread, with violators facing severe punishment.

Countless ambitious individuals have been eliminated by law enforcement monks for violating the alliance's rules.

Within the rules, you can do whatever you want, but if you break the rules, you're basically doomed.

Therefore, this village has never suffered from the ravages of war, presenting a peaceful and beautiful scene.

War is inevitable, but war deliberately provoked out of selfish desires is an unforgivable crime and must be severely punished.

Of course, this rule only applies to wars within the Astral Plane and not to wars against the outside world.

The wars waged by the Astral Realm for external expansion have always been cruel and ruthless, showing no mercy to the enemy.

The village chief directed the work, assembling chairs and benches together to form a long dining table.

Then, using the collected cloth, spread it on the table as a tablecloth, and order the children to gather flowers from all around.

After processing these flowers, arrange them in vases or jars and place them on the table to enhance the atmosphere.

The nearby weeds and filth were also cleaned up by someone to prevent the smell of cow dung and chicken droppings from affecting the guests' appetite.

Various vegetables picked from the fields and fruits picked from the trees are washed with clear river water, then placed in large wooden platters and winnowing baskets and arranged on the assembled dining table.

The villagers were hospitable and generous, unwilling to serve guests small plates, but instead using large containers to pile the fruits and vegetables to the brim.

The villagers were already used to these foods, and even the children wouldn't give them a second glance. But to outsiders, these freshly picked fruits and vegetables were the most authentic and rustic fresh food.

In the nearby open space, someone had piled up charcoal and then thrown some plants that looked like wormwood on top of it.

The rising smoke is used to roast the cleaned and skinned sheep, while the wooden poles mounted on two tripods are constantly rotated.

As the lamb is roasted over the flames, oil droplets appear on its surface, releasing a faint aroma.

The villagers used knives to cut and poke holes in the mutton before applying a liquid made of honey and sauce.

Then, it was smoked over a flame, and the rich aroma instantly filled the air, making a group of children drool as they gathered around.

Such delicious food is something they can't usually afford; they long to rush over and take a bite.

The adults laughed and scolded, shooing them away. This was food prepared for the cultivators, and no one was allowed to taste it casually.

In addition to roasted lamb, the villagers also prepared roasted chicken, roasted duck, roasted goose, roasted rabbit, as well as roasted fish and roasted potatoes.

Many fist-sized chunks of meat, skewered on long branches, were smoked over hot coals, constantly oozing oil.

There is also a special food that looks like a large pumpkin, but has an extremely hard shell.

The villagers made a hole in the outer shell, then emptied the inside, and stuffed it with chopped meat and various vegetable pieces.

Put this thing in the charcoal fire and keep smoking it until the skin turns golden brown. Then turn off the fire and wait for about half an hour.

Split it open with a knife, and a rich aroma wafts out; the taste is truly incredibly fresh and delicious.

The homemade wine that the village chief mentioned was also brought over by the villagers. They then placed it on a high place and slowly extracted the clear wine using a pipe.

Below is another container covered with an unknown layer of herbs. After the wine is filtered through the herbs, its flavor becomes even more delicious and mellow.

Even from a great distance, you can smell the rich aroma of the wine.

The villagers weren't satisfied; they would heat the honey and then add it to the mixture to make it taste even richer.

After the mixing was completed, the village chief first took a glass of wine and respectfully presented it to Yves.

"Please, esteemed monk, have a taste."

Yves took the drink, examined it carefully, and then nodded slightly.

"Pour me a jug and a wine glass."

As Yves spoke, he casually took out a set of wine utensils, which looked to be made of silver and inlaid with many colorful gemstones, clearly a priceless treasure.

Upon seeing this set of wine utensils, the village chief's eyes widened immediately, and he quickly and respectfully accepted it.

He knew very well that even if the entire village's wealth were pooled together, it probably wouldn't be enough to buy half a wine jug.

Therefore, they were very careful, afraid of bumping or knocking the wine pot and damaging its shiny surface.

After the mixed liquor was prepared, it was placed on a fine embossed wooden platter, topped with a piece of roasted meat and some of the finest fruits, and then respectfully presented to Yves.

After receiving it, Yves did not taste it alone, but turned around and came to Ash.

"Please give this dish to His Excellency; it is only right that he tastes it first."

Yves's actions were not a test or an attempt to curry favor, but rather an act of taking it for granted.

He was genuinely grateful to Tang Zhen. The Breakthrough Scroll had completely changed his life and destiny. After being promoted to a formal wizard, Yves was truly willing to serve and be at Tang Zhen's beck and call.