Continuously, hundreds more wandering and fleeing herdsmen gathered in this camp next to the Nada Sea, and some cattle, sheep, and horses that the horse bandits had hidden elsewhere were also found.
The thirty carts of grain promised by the Khitan people also arrived. A group of Khitan cavalry looked at the bustling Nadahai camp in surprise. After whispering for a long time, they greeted Song Wen and then quickly led 300 horses.
left.
The Nadahai grassland herders, who originally had a loose structure and no unified leader, gathered together for the first time in their lives after the disaster, and a large tribe of nearly a thousand people began to take shape.
The wise old herdsmen gathered together and proposed to elect the real leader of Nadahai. The story of being defeated, expelled and brutalized by a group of horse bandits these days must never happen again!
No matter it is the horse bandits, the Khitans or the Semu Jurchens, no one can arbitrarily expel the Mongols who massacre and force the Nadahai grassland...
Although he received the invitation, Song Wen did not participate in the election of the leader of the Nadahai tribe. Instead, he walked around the tribe relaxedly with a smile, using the few medicines and spirits left to treat the sick and wounded, and put down his life.
Packages of dry food and scattered pieces of money were given to the poorest, old, weak, women and children.
The little girl and Mingyue followed Song Wen. The big-eyed girl asked Song Wen in a low voice: "Don't you want Daruch to be elected as the leader?"
Song Wen smiled: "I am lucky to gain, but I am destined to lose my life. What does it matter... I believe that I sincerely treat these Mongolian brothers who have suffered a fate. No matter who they are, they will treat me the same way! I, Song Wen, will always treat me the same way.
I firmly believe that the right path in the world is subject to vicissitudes of life..."
The little girl frowned... "The right path in the world is subject to vicissitudes of life. What does this mean?"
Mingyue lowered her head in a naive voice and said: "Shan, what Mr. Lang is saying makes sense and is consistent with the Dao!"
Song Wen rolled his eyes: "If you fart, hurry up!"
"I'm hungry……"
The little girl pinched Mingyue's arm as thick as a purlin and cursed: "Why are you hungry again? You are the only one who is hungry... who is not hungry? You are so good at eating, how can the Nadahai tribe have so much food to feed you?"
"
Song Wen asked curiously: "Mingyue, you can eat meat... you are not a disciple of the Taoist sect, so does fighting and killing animals count as a taboo?"
Mingyue shook her head... "This shouldn't be counted, right?"
Song Wen nodded... "Okay, let's go hunting!"
The little girl cheered for joy, and as soon as a trot came to the horse pen, two Qingshan Camp guards led out the horses, as well as Mingyue's big green horse with a big waist, round belly and a drum-like belly.
The three men and two guards each carried bows and arrows and headed straight for the depths of the grassland. It seemed that Song Wen didn't care at all whether Daruch could sit in the center of the camp as the leader of the Nadahai tribe.
The prairie is said to be a grassland, but in fact there is not much endless flat land. There are jagged rocks and undulating low hills. Only in the distance can there be winding rivers or puddles where small streams and rivers gather.
Hunting cannot be separated from water sources, just like prey cannot be separated from water sources. Song Wen and the others came to a small inlet and hid behind a small hill.
The two guards were conscientiously lying on the top of the mountain to observe the prey. Mingyue's riding skills were not good and she had been left behind by several people and disappeared.
Song Wen and the little girl were lying on their backs on the green velvet-like grass, basking in the sun... but the little girl's belly kept rumbling.
Song Wen blinked: "Aren't you full in the morning? An Chun didn't bring you food?"
The big-eyed girl grinned: "I gave it away, and there was roasted otter meat...I didn't want to eat it, so I gave the dry food and meat to Daruch's two nieces and nephews...seeing that the children were not full.
I felt uncomfortable, so I just drank some corn porridge!"
"Silly girl... I'm not short of your food. Now there are dozens of carts of food. They will have no problem surviving this year. When the cattle and sheep are pregnant with lambs in the fall... Nadahai grassland will be lively again next year. The herdsmen's
The days will get better and better.”
The big-eyed girl frowned: "Daruch said that at least fifty carts of grain will be needed to survive the winter. Can your Sihai Trading Company transport that much grain?"
Song Wen shook his head: "I'm afraid it won't work. After all, it is the territory of the Khitan people. It is okay to transport a small amount of precious goods. Transporting food and cloth with great fanfare will attract attention. After all, Brother Yelushan, the young marquis, is not a powerful figure. His ability
It’s still limited.”
"He was shouting and shouting, thinking he was very capable...Huh, he's not just a playboy."
"Do you still know idioms?"
The little girl wrinkled her pretty little nose... "Huh, don't look down on people... Our Bijia Island is not far from the mainland. My father even stole a Han teacher to teach my brother and me!"
"Then what idioms do you know?"
The little girl's eyes rolled around a few times... "Also... timid as a mouse, timid... This one is stubborn and will let down the beauty... worse than a beast..."
Song Wen was stunned for a moment, looking at the little girl who was triumphantly mocking him, and suddenly couldn't help but grab the little girl's shoulders and press her mouth...
"Well...well..."
The little girl's big eyes were round, and her hands were nervously raised on her shoulders, not knowing where to put them... Although she was fierce, she was still a little girl under seventeen years old after all. She was not interested in such things.
, where can Song Wen have the rich experience of these two generations of old dogs?
The almost suffocated little girl was a little stupid for a moment, allowing Song Wen to greedily ask for her first kiss...
Suddenly, Song Wen screamed and climbed up. Two guards in the distance quickly jumped up. Seeing this scene, they immediately climbed to the other side of the slope in a sneaky manner... Good guy, the old Langjun tree in my house has blossomed.
Yes! This is a good thing, but don’t mess with it!
Song Wen's tongue was bitten, and it was so painful that he almost shed tears... However, he did not dare to say anything because he had a guilty conscience. After all, he was the one who despised the little girl first. Think about the age of the big-eyed girl... Song Wen
I couldn't help but secretly cursed myself again, what a beast!
The little girl was stunned for a while, then suddenly she plunged into Song Wen's arms... Her arms tightly wrapped around Song Wen's waist, strangling him so hard that he could hardly breathe.
Song Wen smiled and stroked the little girl's long black hair lovingly. But he heard the little girl say angrily in Song Wen's arms: "Where's the Green Slave? Do you like her or me?"
Song Wen was stunned for a moment... The Green Slave seemed to be branded in the memory of this body, and when Song Wen was at his lowest... Song Wen, who had just arrived in this time and space, had no friends and no one to support him.
Damn, only Green Slave and Zixuanlou stableman Ma Wu can be regarded as a trace of warmth in his life.
The green slave's affection for Song Wen also made Song Wen unable to let go.
The little girl raised her head and looked at Song Wen: "Did the Green Slave really save your life?"
Song Wen nodded: "More than once...Three years ago, if the green slave hadn't been whipped secretly to help me find food and ask for money to buy medicine, I would have died of illness in the stable of Zixuan Building in Bianliang."
The little girl frowned... "In that case... then let her be my elder sister! But I heard that the ladies of the Song Dynasty bullied their concubines, and even made them kowtow and serve them tea..."
Song Wen was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized... This is the Great Song Dynasty! How can the men here have some skills and stay the same? Three wives and four concubines are the most normal, Wang Zhiwei's family
He seems to have seven or eight concubines...
Song Wen burst out laughing... This damn Song Dynasty is really good!