This life is really a difficult thing to figure out!
Qian Wubing sat on the dirt bag outside the tent, looking at the sapphire-like sky in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking about.
I am eighteen this year. It is the New Year, so I should be nineteen. If I die on this prairie, these nineteen years will probably be my whole life! Nineteen years of mediocrity and eighty years of mediocrity
Year, there doesn't seem to be much difference, it's just a matter of how much food is consumed.
How old will I be when I die in future generations? Twenty? Twenty-two? In short, he is also a good young man. It seems that I have not lived a comfortable enough life in these two lives!
Because he was injured and lying in bed, Qian Wubing had been staying in his dreams for longer and longer recently. He finally figured out that his future location would be in the Celestial Dynasty about six hundred years later. Although he didn't know
What exactly happened and how it happened, but he finally understood the origin of his dream. Of course, more importantly, he attributed it to the fact that he drank less of a bowl of Mengpo on the Naihe Bridge.
Soup.
He doesn't want to die, especially after knowing how he died in such a frustrating life. Knowing his past and present lives, although it may not be a good thing, makes him cherish the days in front of him even more. Who knows?
I know that when I reincarnate again, do I still remember the things in this life? Since I have come to this world, I have to live happily and wantonly in this world. I must try what I should try, and I should have what I should have.
You must have it, then your life in this world will be worthwhile.
"What are you thinking about!" Lao Zhangtou's voice came from behind. Qian Wubing turned his head slightly and looked at Lao Zhangtou, who was wearing a fur hat crookedly.
This Mongolian doctor said that his Han surname was Zhang, so Qian Wubing called him Lao Zhangtou. As for how he, a former Han Chinese, is doing well among the Mongols now, Lao Zhangtou did not say, Qian
Naturally, Wu Bian would not ask. After all, in addition to treating his injuries, Lao Zhangtou was also his caretaker.
"Among our royal guards in the capital, if someone says something that others don't believe, there are only a few types of swearing and swearing. It's either "If I tell lies, I'll have people from Dongchang come to my door at night!", or "If I tell lies!"
, as soon as I get on duty tomorrow, I will be sent to the grassland!"
Qian Wubing smiled slightly: "I'm on the grassland right now, but I don't remember that I have sworn such an oath or bet such a curse!"
"Hi!" Lao Zhangtou grinned: "I'm just thinking about this. Why don't you think about what would have happened to you if it hadn't fallen into the hands of our banner master or another tribe!"
Perhaps it was because he had been talking to Qian Wubing from time to time these days that Lao Zhangtou became obviously fluent in Mandarin. However, seeing this guy in Mongolian robes speaking formal Mandarin, Qian Wubing
There's always something absurd about it.
"By the way, I remember that your flag leader seemed to be speaking the official dialect of our Ming Dynasty that day, right? Is this what you taught him?" Qian Wubing turned slightly to the side and asked Lao Zhang to check his injuries. Although he didn't understand what he was doing.
What are those things stuck on his back? However, it seems that the effect is pretty good. At least, he can walk around slowly without doing strenuous exercise now.
"Well, my life was saved by the banner master. If she wants to learn, I will naturally teach her!" Lao Zhangtou replied casually without taking it seriously.
"Well, it's not bad, but if you really want to learn the Ming dialect, you should at least hire a scholar. Oh, yes, the scholars of the Ming Dynasty would never come to this grassland if they didn't have no place to live!" Qian Wu
The disease said.
"I said, can you think of something useful? After all, you are a member of the Imperial Guard and a promising one. If you don't think about whether or not your ransom will arrive or when it will arrive, just think about these things, you won't be afraid of being really killed.
Our flag leader has his head chopped off!" Lao Zhang pointed over there, where several Mongolians with unkind expressions were looking at this side, muttering something unknown in their mouths.
"I know they want to kill me, but that's not enough. It seems that they want to get the things I promised even more!" Qian Wubing smiled: "You must have killed a lot of people in this war. If I wasn't hated, then
That’s what’s weird!”
"Hey, I'm serious. What you promised is reliable or not. If you are really lying, don't waste my energy. Anyway, you are a dead person. Don't think about running away. The weather is nice today.
, at this time of year, if you run alone on the grassland, you are seeking death!" Lao Zhangtou slapped him hard on the back and clapped his hands: "Okay, that's it for today, let's just make do with it.
!”
Qian Wubing grimaced at the slap and couldn't help but gasped. When he turned around again, Lao Zhangtou had already stood up and walked to the tent.
It's okay, can this be okay? He cursed, didn't this guy work as a veterinarian before?
He slowly sat up and looked at the strange white cloud floating above his head. His mind became erratic again.
In this battle, the Mongols seemed not to know that the emperor was in the army. Otherwise, they would not have retreated so wisely. However, the emperor was probably very depressed. He wanted to show off his martial arts at the border. This time
The trip didn't go as planned. I'm afraid I won't be in a good mood when I return to Beijing.
Counting the days, the emperor should be on his way back to Beijing, or has already returned to Beijing. The absurd emperor would not wander around outside during the New Year, unless he no longer wanted his ancestors and his country.
Qian Wubing was bored and broke a grass stem and pinched it in his hand. He didn't know if the emperor took Li Feng'er with him when he returned to Beijing. I'm afraid that in their hearts, he was already dead!
There was a noise in the distance, and then there was a burst of cheers and the sound of horse hooves. The movement was so loud that even the old barkers who were tinkering with their bark and grass roots in the tent heard the sound, looked over there, and then
Put down the things in your hands and quickly walk over to Qian Wubing.
"Stand up, the flag master is here!" Lao Zhang shouted lowly, and Qian Wubing stood up reluctantly.
The fluttering red cloud on the horizon finally floated in front of Qian Wubing amid a burst of cheers. Qian Wubing raised his head and looked at the red horse breathing out its breath and the owner on her body.
"There are still seven days. After seven days, if you haven't delivered the things you promised me, you know what the consequences will be!" Ajilina raised the riding whip in her hand and pointed at Qian Wubing.
I went out for a walk today and saw this place from a distance. Agelina remembered that she still had such a prisoner, so she couldn't help but ride her horse over to take a look. This prisoner must not die. If he really wanted to give it to those who were used as ransom,
Come here, if they don't see you, they won't give it to you. Then you have to use the knife again, which will be troublesome.
"I made it very clear in my letter. Unless they want me dead, otherwise, the things you want will be delivered on time!" Qian Wubing said lightly. This female Tatar seemed to dislike him, but
, how could he like her?
"Hmph, it's good that you know!" Agelina gently pinched the horse's belly, "Be prepared, someone will take you back later for a ransom. If you lie to me, your head will be back, but your body will not be back.
Got it!"
The red cloud roared away again, and Qian Wubing sat down softly. It seemed that his life as a prisoner these days was coming to an end. The town he called the ransom in his letter should not be far away from the poor place where he was now.
Shorten the distance. Does this female Tatar want to leave early with them?
These days, perhaps because he was a seriously injured prisoner, except for those hateful and unkind looks, the Mongolians around him did not shy away from him. Qian Wubing actually visited the Mongolians on the grassland.
How do they live? In his heart, the life of these people is just one word: poor.
He seemed to understand why these Mongols always violated the border repeatedly.
It seems that these Mongolians always wear the same set of robes. At least, he has never seen Lao Zhangtou change his clothes, and Lao Zhangtou is a doctor among Mongolians, and he is still relatively respected. Just now
At the beginning, Qian Wubing was not used to it at all. From a long distance away, a smell came from the shop, which was really choking.
Needless to say, food. To this day, Qian Wubing has not figured out what the mushy food they eat every day is. In his imagination, these Mongolians should eat meat and drink wine every day.
Yes, the food he eats is worse than the refugees who live outside the capital during the disaster years. At least he still has a pancake for every meal!
A large iron pot is probably the most important property of a Mongolian family, and it seems that there are not two families without an iron pot. He even saw some Mongolian families using it to cook those sticky meals.
The helmets of the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, and these iron helmets are rewards from the banner masters. If you are not a warrior, you will not get them at all.
The only thing that can be used is that it is OK. It seems that every family has this horse, whether it is their own or one that grazes for others. At least they don’t have to walk on their own when they go out, but still, in such a large grassland, rely on
How far can you go if you walk on two legs? Four legs are certainly much more convenient and faster than two legs.
Those Mongolian princes and nobles would definitely not be like this. Of course Qian Wubing knew that. Just by looking at the flag owner who came in front of him just now, he understood that at least she didn't have the pungent smell of cattle and horses, but a bit light.
aroma.
Anyway, if it weren't for the fact that he was a prisoner, he wouldn't have been willing to stay in this ghost place for a day longer. He finally understood why his colleagues in the capital were "sent to the grassland" and "fanzi came to visit."