In a valley, thousands of cattle and sheep gathered together, trampling the snow on the ground into black mud, and their screams could not be heard.
Some people were walking back and forth, wrapping some newly emerged lambs in their furs and carrying them away.
There is a row of tents near the mountain forest, where women, children and the elderly are busy gathering wool and carrying hay.
Outside the valley, several people were riding horses, hugging one of them and hurried inside.
The horses stopped in front of the middle tent, and someone came out to greet them. They exchanged a few words and led them into the tent.
There is a stove in the tent and a row of low cabinets painted with gold flowers.
At this time, there were more than a dozen people inside twisting wool thread, and there were two spinning machines placed in the middle of the tent.
"Madam, there is news from outside!" The servant girl ran in and whispered to a beautiful woman sitting next to the spinning machine.
Hearing this, the beautiful woman put down the crank in her hand, straightened her dress, walked quickly to the low cushion aside and sat down: "Let them in!"
The curtain was opened, and several people came in. They had mud and snow flakes on their bodies, and they didn't dare to step on the blanket on the ground. They knelt down and said, "Say hello to Mrs. Wu Ya!"
Mrs. Wu Ya motioned them to get up and talk, and asked, "How's it going over there in East Vietnam?"
The leader replied: "The people of the East Vietnam tribe are huddled in the camp and there are probably hundreds of elite cavalry. News keeps coming from the Royal Court, saying that Abli wants to negotiate peace, and the Royal Court wants to mediate.
The East Vietnam Ministry offered compensation and apology. The young master did not agree and is waiting for the opportunity to fight for the last time."
Mrs. Wu Ya's face was as cold as frost, and her eyes were full of coldness: The royal court intervened and asked Abli to admit his mistake and apologize!
That’s so easy to say!
In the past, when the Wuda tribe was hunted to the point of extermination and asked for help from the royal court tribes, no one from the major tribes that made up the royal court came forward to say a word of justice.
He also said that it is normal for the weak to eat the strong on the grassland, and it is also normal for the weak to be exterminated and annexed by others.
Which of these large tribes sucks the flesh and blood of others, instead of annexing others to grow stronger.
Now that the Dongyue tribe is going to be exterminated, Wang Ting has come out to speak. What are they afraid of?
Is it because they are afraid that when the Uda tribe grows stronger, they will ask for an explanation from them, or they are worried that the Dongyue tribe will disappear from the Dilu grassland.
There is a sworn hatred between the Uda tribe and the Dongyue tribe. It is impossible for Ah Shi to accept reconciliation and will never agree.
The atmosphere in the tent became inexplicably depressed and tense. Hearing that the ladies wanted to talk about important matters, the begging nun asked the ladies to leave, leaving him alone.
Mrs. Wu Ya didn't say anything. She calmed down before saying, "How is the young master? Are you injured?"
Just now, she asked about the battle situation first, and then asked about her son.
"The young master has a minor injury, so it won't be a problem. The young master asked his subordinates to please rest assured, madam. During the Wu Li New Year Festival, he will definitely destroy the Dongyue tribe and come back to celebrate the festival with the madam."
The person who came back with the letter quickly replied.
Zhao Tingduo was cut on his cheek by a knife half a month ago. Fortunately, he had medicine to stop the bleeding, and now it has scarred.
When she heard that her son was injured, Mrs. Wuya felt a pang in her heart. He was her only son, and he had to fight outside for the sake of the tribe.
But when she heard that her son wanted to spend the holidays with her, Mrs. Wu Ya had a smile on her face: "Who wants him to spend the holidays with me? As long as he can come back well, you remind him that he is still waiting for him in Ruijin Town to give New Year gifts."
In front of her clan members, she couldn't show too much concern for her son's safety, so she could only express it tactfully.
Aunt Beggar intervened: "The ice channel has been opened on the other side of the Huangsha River, and two hundred cattle and sheep were sent there a month ago. Please tell the young master not to worry about it."
The man who brought the message said yes, turned around and exited the tent.
Then several people reported some trivial matters such as how many lambs and calves were born in the tribe today.
When the people left, the beggar said with a smile: "Although there is heavy snow, we live in the valley, sheltered from the wind, and have hay, so the animals will not suffer."
During the summer pasture, the tribe has been working hard to cut grass and send it to Kala Mountain for storage. In addition to the grain collected after hunting down several tribes, the Uda tribe now has enough food and grass. Even the newly-born lambs are not worried about freezing to death.
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There were no outsiders, and the smile on Mrs. Wu Ya's face faded. She looked at the cashmere threads piled up in the tent and said to the beggar: "I hope A Shi can avenge his grandpa, marry a wife and have children smoothly. The couple is kind."
Love, love, and work together to make the tribe stronger. Auntie, do you think I am too greedy?"
Mrs. Wu Ya held the beggar's arm, and they walked to the textile machine and sat down.
The beggar mother was adjusting the line while shaking the driveway: "Ashi is the young master of the Wuda tribe, and it is his responsibility to avenge the tribe. Miss Song's character and temper are like yours, and you want him to love his wife... Unless Ashi removes Miss Song
No more wives!"
Mrs. Wu Ya's hand did not stop shaking the spinning machine: "In our Di tribe, the husband decides how many wives to marry. I will not cause trouble for my daughter-in-law. But Miss Song is from the Wu Dynasty, and in the Wu Dynasty..."
She paused, as if it was difficult to speak, and it took a while before she spoke in a low voice: "In the Wu Dynasty, there was only one official wife, and the other women were just slaves."
The beggar stopped the spinning machine and looked at her with a look of regret: "Wu Ya, after all, you still can't forget that man, right? It's because he can't give your wife the status she deserves, that's why you resent him!
Alas! Why are you doing this?
With the Marquis of Zhenbei, you have a happy life, and you also have a most intelligent and capable son. These are all given to you by God. It is the happiness that man brings to you. You should be grateful to him, and you should also be grateful.
He did not force you to go to Wu Dynasty.
When the beggar said this, she sighed again: "You should know that if you were in the Wu Dynasty, you were just a concubine. You would need to serve his wife tea and rice when eating, and you would also need to make the bed with her when sleeping.
With the temperament of us Di girls, how can we endure this kind of life?
It is the best choice for the Marquis to separate from you and let you take one of your sons and return to the grassland."
Aunt Beggar knew what Mrs. Wuya was thinking. The two had been in love for twenty years and had experienced critical moments several times. How could they write it off with one stroke?
At the beginning, the tribe returned to the grassland, but it was only a few days away from Xia Shiguan, so there was always time to meet.
But now that Zhao Yanjiao has returned to the capital of Wu Dynasty, the two will never see each other again in this life.
When talking about A Shi's marriage at this time, it is inevitable that I feel a little sad.
Mrs. Wu Ya's voice was choked with sobs, and tears flashed in her eyes: "I don't blame him, but my son's marriage can no longer be like what I am today. If you want to marry, just marry one, don't cause pain to women."
The beggar took a deep breath and said, "Ashi has his own mind. Even if he marries a wife, he will not be greedy for beauty."
Hearing the beggar talking about beauty, Mrs. Wu Ya's face turned slightly red, showing a hint of shyness like a little girl.
The Marquis was first moved by Wu Ya's beauty, and then he took in the Wuda tribe against the decree of the Emperor of Wu Dynasty.
Only beggars dare to talk about these things.
The two of them talked for a few more words, and were about to ask someone to bring some hot water in to wash their faces, when they saw the little girl Yuquan running in in a hurry.
"Mom, madam, there is news from those who stayed in Dongshan, saying that they found a group of Wu Dynasty people, who seem to be looking for something."