Volume Two, The Lake of Winter, Chapter 48, This matter is boring
Volume 2: Lake of Winter Chapter 48: This is quite boring
Mo Shanshan looked at him with a confused look and could even feel a little panic. It was obvious that although she was a famous book-boy girl, she was indeed not very good at this.
Ning Que held back his smile, glanced at the dried meat in his hand, and began to chat with the deserted woman.
Chatting is something he is very good at. He can survive in such a dangerous environment since childhood. In addition to being cruel and ruthless, his more important characteristic is to please behave like a person. Don’t you see the generals of Weicheng, don’t you see His Majesty the Emperor and Master Yan Se,
Haven’t you seen the female professor and senior sister by the east window? Who doesn’t like him?
So, the woman who lowered her head and treated the animal skin didn't take long to chat with him. Although the accent was a little weird, when the chatter slowed down and there was no communication.
question.
“There are many fish in Atami, all kinds of fish.”
The woman from the desert grabbed a handful of hay, wiped off the blood from her hands, and gestured with her arms: "My man has seen such a long fish before, but it should be delicious. During the Light Festival every year, the patriarch will send warriors to sneak out.
Go to the sea to catch the female egg fish, and that kind of fish is really delicious.”
Ning Que put the dried meat in his hand beside him and asked curiously: "Female egg fish?"
"Well, because the roe is big, we call it the female egg fish."
The woman from the desert stretched out her fingers, drew an exaggerated look, then shook her head and said, "After coming to the south, I raised more lambs than before, but it is not that convenient to eat fish."
From the conversation, Ning Que learned that in spring, the deserted people went south from the hot Hainan in the cold domain and snatched a large area of royal grassland. Before the winter began, they had already saved enough food and grass, and even the flock of sheep had retained a lot.
Perhaps based on tradition, the tribe still sent wastelanders to hunt everywhere.
The cold wind stomped on the tent with snowflakes. Because the strange paint battered outside made a dull sound. Ning Que thought about the situation he had seen along the way before, and was a little puzzled, and asked, "Even if it was hunting, it would be
It’s no reason to come to such a biased place, too far away from the tribal crowd, and it’s always unsafe.”
He has been hunting in Minshan since he was a child, and he is very clear about the hidden dangers of hunting by his tribe.
The woman from the desert said, "This is the rule in the tribe. During the winter ritual, you have to live alone for the whole winter."
Ning Que asked curiously: "What is winter ritual?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his eyebrows suddenly raised, and Mo Shanshan, who had been sitting quietly beside him, also looked at the door.
The thick curtain was lifted up, and a short figure rushed in and shouted happily: "I'm back."
It was a thin little boy with a fat and round cold badger on his shoulders, his face full of joy and pride, but when he saw Ning Que and Mo Shanshan, he suddenly became alert.
"It's a guest." The woman from the desert came forward to take the prey on his shoulder, pulled his fingertips gently, blocking the bleeding hole of the cold badger very quickly, and patting the little boy's head with a smile.
Ning Que was shocked when he saw that the little boy would never be over twelve years old. He thought that he could actually hunt such a big cold badger in such a cold weather. He immediately remembered that he was even younger than the other person many years ago.
Life in Minshan Mountains can’t help but feel a little touched.
"This is my son."
The woman from the desert looked at the surprised expressions of the two Central Plains people, laughed heartily and said, "I just said the winter rituals, which is his winter rituals. The rules of the tribe. In the winter of the year when I was twelve, my parents would accompany me.
If you take your child into the mountains to hunt and before the Beirek Sea thaw, you can hunt half a truck of prey, and the child will be considered an adult."
She looked at the little boy with a stern expression, but could not hide the tenderness in her eyes and said, "Next year he will become a soldier and then organize his own family, so the Dongli is the last time we will accompany him."
When a Huangren is twelve years old, he will become a soldier? Ning Que has not yet escaped from this shock. He immediately thought of the previous words of organizing a family and said in great envy: "We Tangren cannot get married so early."
Hearing the word Tangren, the little boy who was already a little alert and uneasy suddenly became even more nervous. He subconsciously wanted to hide behind his mother, but thought that he was performing a winter ceremony and would soon become a tribe.
The soldier forced himself to muster up the courage to stop his mother and stared at Ning Que fiercely.
The woman from the desert slapped him hard on the back of the head and scolded him sternly: "What's the point of having a fat badger? Dongli wants half a cart of prey. If it's a small cart like that in my hometown, it would be fine, but you didn't
Look at the car that the escorts pushed over in autumn? The cars used by the barbarians are so big, it is not that easy to fill half of the car."
The little boy from the deserted man was driven out of the tent by his mother with sticks and intimidation. He carried a wooden bow and arrow and started the difficult hunting activity he had to become a deserted man warrior again. Ning Que listened to the previous tips of the deserted man women about their hometown.
Che and Man*** Che's statement couldn't help but laugh happily.
The woman in the desert lowered her head and continued to work, holding a piece of smooth wood that kept crushing the fur under her feet, and occasionally raising her arms to wipe the sweat on her forehead. Ning Que thought about the prey that had been covered by snow outside the tent,
Thinking that this kind of work is really hard, he asked, "Sister, where is the child's father?"
"I died in the spring when I was fighting with those barbarians."
The woman in the desert did not raise her head, and the tone of her speech did not change at all. She was still so straight and hard, as if she was telling a story that had happened for a long time, had nothing to do with her, and was even about to forget.
Suddenly she raised her head, stared at Ning Que and asked, "You... will Tangren come and beat us?"
"Probably not?" Ning Que looked at the expression on the woman's face and said in a stressed tone: "Definitely not."
Whether the Tang Empire will send out a large army to fight against the deserted people is a decision that His Majesty the Emperor and the ministers in the court can make. How could he know if it will be, but whether it will or not, of course, in front of the deserted people.
I can only say that I can't, and I must say that it is firm and iron-toothed and copper teeth.
Mo Shanshan didn't say anything, but just glanced at him again.
The woman in the desert was stunned when she heard his answer, and showed a rare smile and said, "That's good."
Mo Shanshan looked at her quietly and suddenly asked, "Even if the Tang people don't come, there are many other countries in the Central Plains, especially the temple. Are you not worried?"
The woman leaned forward and handed the weight to the wood chips, crushed the animal skin hard, and muttered, "As long as the Tang people don't come, what's there to worry about?"
The night fell, the wind and snow outside the tent stopped, and the little boy from the deserted man came back, but this time his face looked a little ashamed, because his hands were empty and his shoulders were empty, the woman from the deserted man said nothing, and cooked a pot of hot soup
, I took out a lamb leg from some snow pile, put some spicy seasonings, and the four of them ate a meal in silence.
"You can only stay here for one night."
The woman from Huang put away the bone-cut knife and looked at Ning Que and added: "Because this is the rule of the winter ritual."
Ning Que expressed his gratitude and then took Mo Shanshan out of the tent.
The two walked towards a snow slope not far away.
At this time, the snow outside the tent stopped, the wind and clouds had dispersed, and the high black night sky was decorated with countless stars. The starlight shone on the white snow covered by the wilderness mountain monuments, reflecting a faint blue light.
"From Chang'an City to the wasteland, I listened to the academy teaching and told some stories about the wasteland."
Ning Que breathed the cold and refreshing air outside the tent, looked at the silhouettes of dead trees faintly visible under the stars in the distance, and said, "Do you know why the wasteland is called the wasteland?"
Mo Shanshan has lived in the Dahe Kingdom in the south for a long time and is very unfamiliar with this territory. He frowned slightly when he heard him ask, and then thought for a moment and said, "Isn't it because this wilderness is very desolate?"
"The endless green grasslands, all kinds of beautiful seas, the majestic Tianqi Mountain has evergreen forests, and countless wild beasts live here. How can such a place be desolate?"
Ning Que looked at her side face and smiled and said, "The wasteland is not wasteland. The reason why the name of a wasteland has been passed down is because this beautiful wilderness belongs to the wasteland."
Mo Shanshan looked into his eyes and asked, "What do you want to say?"
"nothing."
Ning Que said, "You looked at me a little bit in the tent just now. What did you want to say at that time?"
Mo Shanshan looked at him and said seriously: "I want to remind you that these people are deserted people and our enemies. If you inquire about the enemy's situation and deliberately make friends with the other party, but be careful not to forget your position."
Ning Que laughed, paused for a moment, looked at her and said, "What position should I stand on?"
Mo Shanshan asked expressionlessly: "Of course the remnants of the Demon Sect are enemies."
Ning Que looked at her and asked in confusion: "I have always wanted to know why the Demon Sect is the enemy?"
Without waiting for Mo Shanshan to answer, he continued, "I think about it. The Demon Sect is just a different method of cultivation than the Haotian Dao Sect. At most, it is a branch of a temple. How come it has become an incarnation of evil?"
Mo Shanshan frowned and silently stared at his eyes, as if he had seen something very strange, with sadness and sympathy in his eyes, and said, "Don't let others hear you say this in the future, don't... let me hear it."
Ning Que found that the girl's expression was not like a joke, and he couldn't help but be slightly stunned.
A long time later, he stepped on a dead branch into the snow with the sole of his boots and said calmly: "In the past, you were reclining by the Mochi Lake, and you didn't experience much of the world. Now you see so many ugly things and see the temple on the meadow.
The performance of the middle-aged man, do you still have a respect for the temple?"
Mo Shanshan looked at the night sky above his head, blinked, focusing on the difficult eyes, which was a little erratic, and thus seemed a little confused. Liang then said softly: "Even if you don't respect the temple, you still have to respect Haotian."
Ning Que looked at her gaze, shook his head and said, "It's really meaningless to be respectful of such things."
Mo Shanshan looked back at him and said seriously: "But the evil deeds of the Demon Sect are always real."
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(Yesterday's activity was more tiring than writing 10,000 words. There was a serious problem with the cervical spine. I wrote it later in advance and posted it regularly. Today I started going out to do my private affairs. I hope I can go home smoothly and quickly.)