The woman suddenly rushed over and knocked Daruch to the ground like a female leopard.
The woman reached out and pulled open the man's robe. The smell of blood on her hands seemed to awaken the man's memory from long ago...
Mohan Lanhua sat on Daruch's body and gritted her teeth. Daruch was a little at a loss... "Lanhua...sister-in-law...Lanhua...can't help..."
Mohan Lanhua grabbed Daruch's neck... "You have another woman outside the grassland? You don't want me anymore?"
"I didn't...leave you. I have never found a woman!"
"Then what are you afraid of? You dislike me for being a widow? I am your brother's woman? Brothers die after brothers... Such things are not uncommon on the grassland..."
"No! I...I..."
"Don't follow the hypocritical things of the Han people. You don't have a woman...and I need a man! You will raise the seed your brother left behind! Me too..."
The Lazi oil lamp swayed on the wooden stand...
Najib, who was in the tent in front, suddenly froze for a moment. He listened carefully to the movement in the tent behind and then his face turned red... But this is the grassland, and these things are not unusual. The brothers who died after each other were even members of the northern herdsmen tribe.
A little feature of it.
Men and women, on this prairie, survival is the most important thing...
Naji pursed his lips and smiled, and sang the ancient song of Nadahai to his nephew and niece.
The next day, An Chun took two Qingshan Camp guards, Daruch and Daobala, led the youngest and bravest Mongolian men and set off on the best horses.
They were going to look for traces of the horse bandits and prepare to take back the Nadahai Ranch and the property of the herdsmen. At the same time, they were going to search for the tribesmen who had been driven away by the horse bandits.
The Khitans have no hope. They know that the Mongols in the Nada Sea have been destroyed. They will only turn around and go south to recruit horses from other tribes that have not been harassed. If they encounter resistance... they will raise their butcher's knives like horse bandits.
Burning, killing and looting!
Song Wen and the little girl counted the few supplies and prepared to distribute them reasonably.
The ewes that produce milk must not be killed, and the precious milk must be kept to feed the few babies that are still waiting to be fed.
More than two hundred kilograms of salt and kelp have become the most precious treasure in this barren camp. The little girl never imagined that something as cheap as sand and gravel in the sea would be so valuable on the grassland!
Several pieces of dried meat were carefully chopped and put into the large pot. There were some wild vegetables and mushrooms floating in the pot. The kelp was reluctant to be washed, and the white salt grains were cut into strips and put into the pot.
Mohan Lanhua was busy working with her head lowered, her expression seemed a little unnatural.
Song Wen was a little curious, but he was too embarrassed to ask any more questions... The little girl whispered to Najib, and after a while she ran back while suppressing her laughter.
The little girl looked at Ming Yue, who was a little hungry and listless next to her, and waved her hand to let him move away. Ming Yue sighed weakly and moved a few steps.
"Did you know? Last night...that guy Daruch gave Sister Lanhua to...◎◎??...and did it...◎◎??..."
Song Wen couldn't help but be a little surprised... As expected of a Tatar, this guy... doesn't pay attention to rituals to find an excuse for himself!
However... Song Wen is not a moral defender, and he doesn't think it is a sin to do so. Two people who were originally in love but were separated by accident, what's the big deal in rekindling their old relationship in times of trouble? What's more, this is not the case.
One of the customs of survival of the fittest among the prairie peoples is to use every means possible to continue racial reproduction!
After the elder brother succeeds the younger brother...the younger brother will also shoulder the responsibility and obligation to raise his elder brother's children. This is the best result, right?
Mo Hanlanhua hesitated for a long time, and finally put her hair in front of Song Wen... Song Wen swallowed, not knowing what she meant.
Mohan Orchid can also speak Chinese, but it’s a bit stiff...
"Song Langjun... you are the owner of Daruchi's yak..."
Song Wen shook his head... "No, I'm not!"
Mo Hanlanhua frowned: "The yakniu told me that he was a slave lost to you by the young marquis Yelu Shange, but you never treated him as a slave... I thank you, thank you for our family.
you!"
With that said, Mo Han Lanhua knelt on the ground and cut his finger with a knife, wiped the blood on his forehead, and then touched his forehead on Song Wen's leather boots while Song Wen was stunned!
"From now on, I am also your slave. The two of us... will be loyal to you from now on, because you are a truly good person!"
Song Wen was so frightened that he almost jumped up and hurried to help Mo Hanlanhua... "No, no, no... I treat Daruch as a brother, please get up..."
Mohan Lanhua raised his head and looked into Song Wen's eyes and said: "I know Han people, you take etiquette and integrity very seriously! Yanniu and I... I am Daruch's sister-in-law. According to the customs of the grassland, his brother is dead.
I can live in his felt bag... But I know that you Han people are very disgusted with such things. I don't want you to hate Daruch because of this. He is a good man. I don't want to make you hate Daruch because of this.
A piece of grassland..."
"No! Absolutely not..."
Song Wen swore to God... "I am not one of those Confucian disciples who talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality. My teacher's heritage is open to all rivers, and it is great to be able to tolerate it! I will never care about these stubborn ethics that restrict people's thoughts... benevolence, righteousness and morality, they are in the country."
The great benevolence and righteousness that brings great benefits to the people! It’s not..."
Song Wen immediately began to persuade Mo Han Lanhua with his boastful words, but he didn't realize that the little girl and Mingyue were also listening in rapt attention.
In fact, Mo Hanlanhua didn't understand the big principles that Song Wen said. She only knew that her worries were unnecessary... Song Wen would not hate Daruch just because Daruch slept with him. He was a very kind person.
Very open-minded Han people!
Mo Hanlanhua walked away with a smile and a brisk pace... Song Wenze wiped his cold sweat and breathed a sigh of relief. Good guy, I scared myself! I thought they had some appalling customs...
The little girl pulled Mingyue and ran to the side and asked in a low voice: "If the elder brother dies, can the younger brother sleep with his sister-in-law? Is there such a custom in the Song Dynasty?"
Mingyue shook her head, and then nodded... "There is no such custom in the Song Dynasty. You will be beaten to death by the officials and squires... However, I think there is still such a thing... It should be secretly, right?"
The little girl nodded: "The Song people are the most hypocritical..."
The bright moon... "..."
Suddenly, a guard from the Qingshan Camp who was standing on the high earth ridge straightened up and looked towards the north!
Another guard ran quickly, then slid down the slope with a crash, carrying smoke and dust towards Song Wen at the entrance of the camp...
"Lang Jun... there is a cavalry team coming from the north, about thirty people. They don't have flags and they are not our people. They may be horse bandits!"
Song Wen's mind was buzzing. In the past two days, escaped herdsmen had gathered in the Black Earth Forest one after another. The news must have been leaked and attracted the attention of the horse bandits...
Song Wenqiang pulled out his saber and shouted: "Gather all those who can hold a sword, old men and women, protect their children and hide in the black soil forest... Qingshan Camp, set up the crossbow!"
"Yes Yes!"
Mohan Lanhua hurried out and woke up the resting herdsmen and everyone. There was a sudden panic in the camp.