This custom is not only shared by the Huns, but also by most nomadic peoples.
Wherever there is water and soil, one person can be nourished.
The nomadic people who have been chasing water and soil all their lives have much worse living conditions than the farming people.
The harsh living conditions make maintaining human reproduction and the prosperity of the race the most important thing.
Etiquette and integrity are all things that come after survival.
That night, she got out of the dome house and walked around the newly built dome house next to her. She was angry because she gave up her reserved womanhood.
"Joe! You are a coward! You are not brave at all!"
The newly built dome left no door for her to enter.
Inside the Qionglu, the smell of fishy mutton was so strong that it was difficult for Ying Chengyu to fall asleep.
Not interested in learning foreign languages, he turned over, curled his lips, and muttered in a low voice:
"My name is not Chen Qingquan."
Then he closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep. He had to adapt to the life of the Huns.
The next day, Ying Chengyu, who had two dark circles under his eyes, yawned and walked out of the dome house.
In the nearby dome, Yan, who had been waiting, immediately came out and shouted:
"You don't want to sleep with me!"
The sound was so loud that the surrounding Huns heard it clearly and looked over. Most of the Huns men cast hostile looks at Ying Chengyu.
Beautiful and strong Yan, why would you fall in love with this boy?
At the bottom of the desert, women do not regard weakness as beauty, but strength.
Ying Chengyu, who attracted a lot of hostility, nodded.
"Yes, I am very grateful to you for saving me. I can help you herd cattle and sheep to repay your kindness."
Yan looked at Ying Chengyu for a long time, as if she couldn't believe that the man in front of her really didn't want to sleep with her.
Half a moment.
"good!"
"..."
Yan's actions of looking for the sheep, as well as the natural looks in the eyes of the people around him, made Ying Chengxuan a little stunned.
The folk customs of the Xiongnu are really different from those of the Central Plains. There seems to be no such thing as polite speech here. They are very simple.
Forty or fifty sheep were grazing and wandering.
Ying Chengyu and Yan walked on the left side of the flock, following the sheep for a stroll.
Yan held a whip in his hand and swung it a few times from time to time to make the few greedy sheep that had strayed from the herd return to the group.
"I'll go look to the right."
Ying Chengyu volunteered.
Yan glanced at him coldly and said coldly:
"There is a dog."
"???"
Yan blew a whistle, and a large black and white dog quickly rushed over.
It stood in front of Yan, with the dog's head at Yan's waist, its head held high and its tail wagging constantly.
"Good dog! Good dog!"
Yan rubbed the dog's head vigorously, and did not hesitate to praise him. He squatted down and hugged the dog's neck, glanced at Ying Chengyu, and praised "good dog" even louder.
The black and white dog is more excited.
Ying Chengyu was speechless.
Are you scolding me or praising the dog?
Did the Huns have shepherd dogs at this time?
Or do most nomadic peoples have them?
Ying Chengyu did not remember reading the pre-Qin history. There were records of nomadic people raising shepherd dogs.
He patted his head, annoyed that the head on his neck was not a computer and could not store everything he read in the book, but could only remember the famous and interesting contents.
For example, he can remember Liu Bang in Peixian County, Chen Sheng, and Wu Guangda's uprising in Zexiang.
But I don’t remember where Chen Sheng and Wu Guang lived before the Dazexiang uprising, and where Chen Ping, who often conspired, was.
Peixian is a good place. When he was looking for Liu Bang, Xiao He, Fan Kuai and Lu Wan, he was surprised to find Cao Shen and Xia Houying also here.
In the Qin Dynasty, it was difficult, especially difficult, to find someone by just one name. It was almost like finding a needle in a haystack.
Take Chen Ping as an example.
If Ying Chengyu wanted to find Chen Ping, without knowing his appearance, age, or interpersonal relationships, he could only use the stupidest method of census.
There was a household registration register in the Qin Dynasty.
The search order was decentralized to all counties and villages, and all the people named Chen Ping were gathered together and sent to Xianyang. The number of people was counted as a thousand.
Among a thousand Chen Pings, who knows which one is the capable minister who assisted Emperor Gao, Taizu of the Han Dynasty?
With the current control of the Qin State, the Xiang family has been searched for more than a year but still cannot be found. Is this capable minister among the thousand people?
The sky in the desert is still clear and blue.
The fluffy white clouds are connected together, like cotton with holes covering the sky.
After Yan Zai called out "Good Dog", he was angry and no longer wanted to be angry with Ying Cheng.
He took Ying Chengyu to shepherd the sheep and kindly taught Ying Chengyu how to learn foreign languages.
At the beginning, Ying Chengyu thought it was a bit strange and a bit ridiculous.
"If you do that again! I'll go find the political commissar!"
Where does he need to go to the political commissar, it's just as easy for the political commissar to come to him.
His thinking is divergent, and his outward appearance is that he is careless.
A whip struck the ground, and the two sheep's heads that poked out of the flock shrank back.
"Joe!"
"Um?"
"Why don't you learn?"
Yan's eyes were full of confusion and eagerness.
Ying Chengyu could even see tears swaying in the eyes of this woman who was stronger than the man.
"This can save your life! Do you know it?"
The woman shouted, took a step closer, and shouted again with greater strength:
"This can save your life! This can save your life!"
There was no feminine sound, a rough voice mixed with a hint of delicateness echoed in the desert, and it was in Hun language.
Ying Chengyu lowered his head.
"Sorry, I……"
He didn't know what to say.
To him, some ridiculous and wonderful words could save the lives of these Huns.
"You have not sorry for me, you are sorry for yourself and your tribe!
"I know you want to be an eagle soaring in the sky and dare to pounce on everything. Learning this Qin language is like a rabbit digging a hole in your eyes, which is a sign of retreat and weakness.
"But the eagles in the sky can be counted, but the rabbits in the earth cannot be counted.
"You have to live, even if you are a rabbit that may be eaten by wolves, caught by humans, or caught by eagles!
"Only when you are alive can you one day become an eagle!"
Yan was very excited, and his high emotions did not weaken at all because he was a nomad.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! She is worried that the brave man she likes will die here, and she wants the man in front of her who dares to yell at Qin Gou to live.
Ying Chengyu pursed his lips.
The people at the bottom are the same everywhere, trying their best to survive.
"I know, please teach me. I'll learn it before the sun goes down."
"I trust you."
Yan smiled, Ying Chengyu thought it was beautiful.
"If you do that again! I'll go find the political commissar!"
The beautiful Xiongnu woman said in non-standard Qin dialect.
Ying Cheng, whose native language is Qin, learned this sentence with great difficulty.
This was a bit uncomfortable for him. He could say it quickly, fluently and standardly, but he had to pretend to be extremely difficult. This was very difficult.
But Ying Chengyu was not upset at all, he thought he was not qualified.
Compared with the difficulty of living, what is this difficulty?
"If you do this again, I will go find the political commissar."
"Wrong, wrong! Don't be so plain!"
"Well, that's about it, right?"
"Joe! This will save your life! You said you could be a rabbit!"
"...Can we not use the rabbit metaphor?"
"Only by being a rabbit first can you become an eagle!"
Ying Chengyu sighed, stopped worrying, and shouted with emotion.
"If you do that again! I'll go find the political commissar!"
"Right, that is it!"
Yan looked surprised and praised loudly.
"You are so awesome! You are so awesome!"
Ying Chengyu felt a little uncomfortable when he was praised. He always felt that the way of complimenting seemed familiar...
"Woof woof!"
The black and white sheepdog ran over excitedly.
"Why are you here?"
Yan squatted down and hugged the black and white shepherd dog.
"Good dog! Good dog!"
Ying Chengyu sighed.
Is there any difference in the way you praise people and dogs?
The sheep continued to move forward, with the combined efforts of two people and one dog.
After Ying Chengyu finished learning foreign languages, he started chatting with the ordinary Hun woman next to him.
"How many sheep do you have? How big is your tribe?"
"How can I have so many? Most of them are other people's sheep in the tribe."
"Then why did you bring out their sheep? I only said I would help you shepherd the sheep, not their sheep."
Yan glanced at Ying Chengyu strangely.
"Qiao, are you really a Huns?"
Ying Cheng's heart tightened, he didn't know where something went wrong.
Before he could speak, Yan continued:
"Why don't you even know how to shepherd sheep? Everyone only has four or five sheep, so naturally they all herd together. The other people have to do other things, such as making furs, milking goats, and making cheese."
Yan tilted his head and looked at Ying Chengyu, suddenly enlightened.
"Qiao! You must be from the big tribe! I heard that everyone in the big tribe has forty or fifty sheep! They only herd their own sheep!"
It's a big tribe... Ying Chengyu nodded.
"That's it."
Yan is a little excited.
"Then do you have any cows?"
"Yes...you don't have one? Don't cows and sheep go together..."
"As expected, they are from a big tribe! Only the chief of our tribe has adopted two cows, and they are precious."
Yan was a little embarrassed, this was the first time Ying Chengyu saw this expression on this Hun woman's face.
"Can you let me let your cattle go? I haven't let them go yet."
"...My cattle were snatched away by Qin dogs, and they destroyed my tribe."
"Sorry, Joe, I didn't know."
"It doesn't matter."
Yan looked into the distance, where the earth and the sky were connected in a straight line.
"Maybe my tribe will be destroyed tomorrow..."
She turned her head, her eyes bursting with blazing light.
"Qiao, I want to sleep with you!"
This is the second time this woman has said this.
Ying Chengyu stretched out his hand to hold the woman in his arms. He seemed not to smell the strong smell of the woman's body.
The woman threw away the whip and hugged tightly Qiao, who came from a large tribe and raised cattle.
"Don't be afraid."
Ying Chengyu said softly, trying his best to make his voice very light.
The two arms around his waist became harder and harder, so hard that they were shaking.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
Ying Chengyu stroked the woman's oily and messy hair.
The woman buried her head and sobbed, like a sheepdog being comforted by its owner.
Her name is Yan, a Huns woman born in a small tribe. She has never learned the etiquette, justice and shame of the Central Plains, is ignorant of books and is unreasonable.
But she is not that open-minded, so open-minded that she twice wanted to sleep with a Huns whom she had only known for two or three days.
She just felt like she was going to die.
If you are going to die, let's indulge.
She is very afraid of death.
"A tribe as big as yours has been destroyed. How can a tribe as small as ours stop the Qin army..."
Ying Chengyu raised Yan's head and looked into Yan's moist eyes.
"Perhaps it is because you are small that you will not be destroyed?"
Time passes, and one day passes.
Maybe it was because he cried in front of Ying Chengxuan, or maybe it was because Ying Chengxuan made it up that he was from a large tribe. In short, Yan and Ying Chengxuan had a good relationship.
With Yan's introduction, Ying Chengyu quickly integrated into Yan's small tribe.
He and the people of this tribe drank kumiss together, ate cheese together, caught rabbits and barbecued them together, and laughed together.
He would no longer suffer from insomnia in the stinking dome, and he would no longer shout Qin Dog under the persuasion of the Huns.
He and this small tribe spent the days of anxiety, not knowing when they would die.
Together with this small tribe, I began to look forward to the future and said that if things continue like this, it would be pretty good.
The resources in Gaoque City are far better than those in the area where the small tribe is located, and because no Xiongnu has set foot on this 700-mile land in several months, even in autumn, there is much more grass than in other places.
Gaoque City, where the Xiongnu were originally resident, has not yet reached its limit of supporting the Xiongnu.
One hundred thousand Huns, who were originally scattered on barren land, now eat better and live better in the fertile land of Gaoque that has not been eaten for several months.
The self-sufficient 100,000 Xiongnu not only did not need Ying Chengyu to bear the additional burden of food and grass, but could even provide food and grass for Ying Chengyu's 50,000 horses.
Before the upper limit of Gaoque is reached, the more Huns migrate, the richer the food and grass will be.
In the eyes of the Qin army, it was a barren desert without crops, but in the eyes of the Xiongnu, everything was a treasure.
For example, those plump hares that have been breeding underground for several months and no one has caught them are so delicious when grilled and sizzling with oil.
In the next ten days, Yan and Ying Chengyu were still close, but they did not say that they wanted to sleep with Ying Chengyu for the third time.
This time, the leader of the black-armored Qin army seemed to have no intention of destroying her tribe.
Although the patrolling Qin soldiers looked at her with more and more intense eyes and moved their hands and feet more and more frequently, as long as she said those words, she could immediately stop the Qin soldiers from speaking and moving.
This made Yan begin to believe that she would indeed not die and her tribe would not be destroyed.
If that's the case, it would be really nice to stay here forever.
The small tribe where Yan is located has already prepared their savings for the winter. The coming spring will be warm and the flowers will bloom. With the fertility of Gaoque, it will be enough for this small tribe's sheep flock to give birth to dozens of more lambs.
Not only the Yan tribe thinks so, but most tribes think so.
Until...a very common thing happened.
A patrolling Qin army broke into the Qionglu of Ying Chengyu under the worried eyes of a group of Xiongnu.
Qin Jun respectfully said softly:
"General, something happened."
Ying Chengyu narrowed his eyes.
"What's the matter?"
He has given military orders not to come to him if there is no serious matter.