As for the pomelo water and brazier needed to ward off bad luck, Lu Qiqi didn't care and let Zhou Yi and the others handle it themselves.
So the villagers looked on in bewilderment at the suffering people, who were boiling pomelo water and lighting charcoal fires to ward off bad luck by stepping over fire basins.
This is something I've never heard of or seen before, and it's truly an eye-opener.
When Li Changlong returned, he was holding a hemp rope in his hand, with a sheep tied to the other end.
Even from several meters away, Lu Qiqi could smell the muttony odor.
When the villagers heard that Lu Qiqi was going to reward them, they all came to help, led by Lu Da.
Lu Da even had the large pot that the villagers used for banquets brought over, specifically for cooking mutton soup.
Many hands make light work; some helped boil water, while others helped remove the wool from the sheep.
In no time, the courtyard was packed with people.
The villagers of Tianxin Village used to live a relatively affluent life, but they rarely ate mutton and mostly ate pork.
Pork is not only cheaper than mutton, but eating pork also gives you more energy to work.
Therefore, pork is usually more popular among farmers.
Because in their view, mutton is something that wealthy people use to nourish their bodies.
It is precious.
Therefore, seeing that there would be mutton to eat tonight, everyone moved even faster.
In no time, the sheep was broken down into mutton and all of it was thrown into a pot to stew.
Wisps of smoke rose upwards, carrying the aroma of mutton, and drifted through the air above Tianxin Village.
As Lu Qiqi watched the clear water in the pot turn into a thick, white broth, she felt her taste buds rising and falling with the fire in the courtyard.
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