The villagers brought things from home; some even carried over their own clay jars and small cauldrons. With a few more fires going, cooking would go faster.
Zhao Hanzhang glanced at Zhao Rong and the others who were still sitting, glared, and said, "What are you dazing out for? Go help!"
Zhao Rong and the others came back to their senses, hurriedly got up to help light fires, draw water, and go to the riverbank to get meat from the trusted aides who were chopping venison and roe deer.
The villagers didn't dare reach out and take anything; they could only wait for them to bring over the chopped bones and meat and put them into the cauldrons and clay jars.
Before long, the smell of meat was wafting through the village. Zhao Hanzhang turned the haunch of venison hanging over the fire, sliced off a few pieces with a dagger, picked up a leaf at hand as a plate, sprinkled a few grains of salt on it, and held it out with both hands to the old man.
