Song Dekui was a very approachable person, and his words were funny and tight. With just a few words, the two Jiang family sons, who were originally awkward and reserved around strangers, relaxed and started laughing.
The three men started making out at once, and the Jiang family's son even talked about how good it would be for a Di girl to be a daughter-in-law.
With a shy look on her face, Jiang Xiaoni asked Song Liyun about any good-looking floral fabrics in town.
Song Liyun had only heard half of the situation in the grassland, and her heart began to twitch.
The Red Stone Tribe living in Hungry Wolf Beach said that the Mida Valley was in chaos!
What kind of chaos?
Will blood flow into rivers, or will everyone become slaves?
Are Ashi and the others okay?
She wanted to ask more, but now that Jiang Xiaoni was pestering Huabu, she had no choice but to give her the small purse hanging on her waist.
Anyway, this was what Madam Yun gave to her before she left. They were all handbags made by the daughter-in-law in the village. The thick needles and large threads were not considered exquisite.
She bought them from the town market for three cents each. They were in large quantities so she could pack them and give them away.
Jiang Xiaoni is getting married, so she treats it as a gift from herself.
When Jiang Xiaoni saw Song Liyun giving her a new red purse, her face turned red with excitement.
The two daughters-in-law of the Di tribe were also coveted for the bright purses, so Song Liyun each gave them a colorful thread to make it easier for them to wear jewelry.
When the aunt and sister-in-law went aside to look at his gifts, Song Liyun fell into anxiety.
She has experienced the chaos at the beginning of the apocalypse, experienced battles between bases for supplies and population, and knows the cruelty of battle.
If he had not gone to the grassland and heard about the conflict in the Mida Valley from other people, Song Liyun could still have quietly waited for news from the guard station in the busy life of Ruijin Town.
But when she actually saw the escaped tribe, she had been thinking about Ashibu and the beggar, and Yuquan's heart became anxious.
With the guidance of the Red Stone Tribe from the Mida Valley, she had the opportunity to go into the grassland and have a look.
Early on the next morning, Song Liyun handed a letter to Lao Jiangtou and asked him to wait until he left before handing it over to the Weibao.
Song Zhenping's leg injury has passed the most dangerous stage and he just needs to take care of it slowly.
Han Ming is in charge of everything at home, and it can be done without him.
Song Liyun knew that he entered the battlefield alone, not because of deep love, but because he was adding chaos and seeking death.
Not only will it not help you, it will also put your own life in danger.
She just wanted to find the escaped tribes on the outskirts of the Mida Valley, and while buying furs for business, she could also inquire about the news inside.
So Song Liyun, under the guidance of the boss of the Jiang family, went to find the Hongshi tribe living in the Gobi Desert.
The Hongshi tribe is really small, with only six or seven yurts in total.
Song Liyun bent down and got into the semicircular yurt roof and the wicker walls tied with felt blankets.
Cow dung was burning in the fire pit, and the warm air filled the dark yurt with a strong fishy smell, which made Song Liyun caught off guard and sneeze.
This is the authentic nomadic style.
During the few days I stayed in the yurt at the mouth of the Huangsha River Valley, the comfort in all aspects was comparable to that of a modern resort.
She could see that it was Zhao Tingduo's habit of taking care of herself in all aspects.
In the adult world, no amount of sweet words can compare to daily attentiveness.
At this time, unknowingly, Song Liyun's favorability towards Zhao Tingduo increased again.
The Red Stone Tribe is just an ordinary small tribe. Because they intermarried with people from the Wu Dynasty, the clan leader inside can also speak the Wu Dynasty dialect.
The patriarch is a dry little old man with a big beard and a turban. Under his thick eyebrows are slitted eyes like an eagle.
The violent sunshine on the grassland and the wind and sand of the four seasons have carved traces of time on his face.
After hearing the introduction from the boss of the Jiang family, he was surprised to see a girl named Song Liyun dare to go to the Di tribe to sell fur goods.
Some of them don't take it seriously. What can a girl do? She can only cause trouble.
When he looked at Song Dekui's body like a stick, the contempt in his eyes could no longer be concealed.
The Di tribe valued men who could string a horse-drawn bow. This man and woman from the Wu Dynasty were not even considered to be a caravan, so they didn't look good on him.
But the person was brought by the boss of the Jiang family, and it was under the eyes of the Zhenbei Army.
If he committed crimes against the Wu Dynasty people, he would be driven out of the area and even killed by the army, but he still showed some courtesy on his face.
But as soon as the boss of the Jiang family left, he no longer wanted to be polite to the two young men. Da Jicheng sat on the old wool felt, pretending not to understand anything, and waited for the small caravan of two people to salute him.
Song Liyun entered the yurt, looked at the dirty carpet next to her with disgust, and then looked at the old man who was sitting motionless. She didn't bend down, just stood up straight, and coldly snorted: "Red stone man, this is your Di
The clan’s way of hospitality?”
The red stone man glanced at Song Liyun and Song Dekui, stroked the unkempt beard on his chin, and said in blunt Wu Dynasty language: "Hosting guests? You have to look at the guests. Although the red stone department is small, it is not something that can be easily coaxed.
You little girl says you are a caravan. There is no big horse to pull the cart, no men to carry the work, and no bodyguards with swords. What kind of caravan is it?
You dare to come out to the grassland with your skin and tender flesh, and can you withstand the strong wind?"
Caravans walk on the grassland all year round, and with strong winds, even the cattle may be blown away, let alone such a delicate girl.
Speaking of the caravan, I'm afraid that the pampered girl found a reason to go to the grassland to play.
This is the trick those rich families like to play.
Although he has never encountered such a thing before, he heard about it when he was interacting with other tribes in Mida Valley.
Song Dekui used to work in the market, and he had never seen any kind of face. He didn't care at all about the ridicule on the red stone. He chuckled: "Headman, there is a saying in our Wu Dynasty: if you have never seen something, don't mess with it.
Guess, maybe you are chasing the sheep’s butt every day, and your knowledge is as short as the sheep’s tail.”
"You..." The old man's eyes widened in anger at his words: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you right away?"
Song Liyun raised her chin with an arrogant look on her face: "You don't dare!"
This is the border of Wu Dynasty. As long as something happens to me, this tribe will be exterminated.
She didn't want to show off, but Ashi said that the Di people were different from the Wu Dynasty in that they didn't like to show weakness.
Because the weak are not suitable to survive on the grassland.
In a herd of cattle, wolves always pick the weakest one to kill.
People in the tribe will also bully cowards.
Hearing Song Liyun's domineering "I don't dare", the red stone man immediately held back his breath. He really didn't dare, but he couldn't give in like this.
"You are not a caravan. You are deliberately here to humiliate our Red Stone Tribe. We do not welcome you!"
The old man was about to explode with rage, so he went to fetch the scimitar hanging beside him.
Before he could pretend to take it off, Song Dekui had already taken out a paper package from the cardboard box he was holding and threw it casually on the ground. He wrote lightly: "Hey! It seems that we can't exchange for goods even if we have something! Then throw it away.
Come on! You don’t care about it anyway.”
"Snapped!"
The paper bag fell to the ground, and the contents inside were scattered all over the floor...it was white powder, plus some leaf-like things.
Seeing the white powder clearly, the wizened old man's body stiffened, his eyes straightened, and he rushed over with an "ouch": "Salt, salt is all spread!"