Whether Song Liyun is a divine messenger or not, the soldier of the Wuda tribe, Nima, will know in two hours!
It's getting dark and it's time to set off for the Wuda tribe.
Seeing the hut disappear in front of their eyes, Nima, Wu Dan and others all knelt on the ground and shivered.
Yuquan looked at Song Liyun with admiration: "Young madam, the beggar said that you are a fairy sent by the gods to help the Wuda tribe. Is this true?"
Song Liyun felt ashamed, wondering if the private joke he had made with Zhao Tingduo was spreading more and more widely!
The road to the tribe is very convenient.
Yuquan and the others don't have horses, but they do have sleds.
Several boards were strung together and pulled by horses to gallop on the snow. It felt like floating. Wu Dan fell in love with this sport almost instantly.
With Yuquan and the others leading the way, it only takes more than an hour from the vast snowfield to the valley where the Wuda tribe is located.
Looking at the shadow of the mountain appearing in front of her, she heard Yuquan, who was riding the same horse, whispering in her ear. She said that she had not gone back all night, and the lady must be worried that someone would come out to look for her.
Only then did Song Liyun feel a little embarrassed: this was the first time in her two lifetimes that she had met her parents-in-law.
At this time, she was running around so much that her hair and clothes that she had combed in the morning were already messy.
Before I could decide whether to stop and find a place to tidy up, I heard Wu Dan, who was running at the front, blowing a sharp whistle, and soon the others joined in.
I saw a group of people running out of the forest and talking loudly to Wudan.
Wudan dismounted his horse without stopping, and while responding to the people, he rushed towards the valley in the distance.
He already knew the reason why Song Liyun came here, and now he needed to tell his wife quickly.
Yuquan said to Song Liyun: "Young madam, Wu Dan has gone back to report the news, let's go slowly!"
The Di people who ran out of the forest also saw Yuquan, Nima and others in the crowd, and they all gathered around and murmured again.
One of the old men walked towards Song Liyun.
Yuquan quickly whispered: "Young madam, this is Elder Shan from the tribe, we need to dismount."
Elder?
Song Liyun was slightly stunned. She thought of the high-status beggars. It seemed that these old people in the Wuda tribe were very respected.
A tribe that respects the elderly and cares for the young is also a place that pays attention to morality and advocates etiquette.
Song Liyun turned over and dismounted.
Elder Shan had already walked up to Song Liyun at this time. He looked to be in his sixties, with a long and thin face, stern eyebrows, and a gray beard floating on his chest.
Yuquan saluted first, but Elder Shan's serious face showed no expression.
Song Liyun also wanted to salute, but Elder Shan raised his hand to stop him: "Where are the guests coming from? Where do they want to go? What do they want to do?"
He spoke fluent Wu Dynasty dialect without even an accent.
Song Liyun never expected that she would encounter such a philosophical problem of the century before she arrived at the Wuda tribe? But another voice told her: What did this old man see?
Song Liyun's heart suddenly started beating wildly.
"Elder Shan, I am from the Wu Dynasty. I am going to see Mrs. Wu Ya right now. I have something important to do!"
After pondering for a while, Song Liyun answered according to the literal meaning and did not make random guesses about other meanings.
Elder Shan nodded: "So, the guest is just here to see Mrs. Wu Ya?"
Song Liyun was a little unhappy. She raised her eyes and looked directly at Elder Shan: "What else does the elder think it means?"
"This elder thinks that the girl came here specifically to see the young master. Aren't you women from the Wu Dynasty very reserved? You also come to see a man without caring about your face. I will tell you clearly that the young master is not here."
Song Liyun's heart was suddenly filled with anger. She looked at Elder Shan and said coldly: "I have made an engagement with your young master. Not to mention risking the life and death of your Wuda tribe, I just came here to visit my fiancé.
It's reasonable, but you stopped me outside and refused to report the danger, what's your intention?"
Just now she thought that Elder Shan was a man of etiquette, but now she realized that he was a complete sour man.
It's really ridiculous that no one in Suijin Town or Qili County, including in Dilu Grassland, accused him of being impolite, but now he was accused by a Di Man of not being reserved enough.
There is a saying that goes like this: Painting a tiger is not an anti-dog. This is because you want to learn the etiquette and rules of the Wu Dynasty and become a cerebellum.
"What is related to the life and death of my tribe? You are alarmist!"
Song Liyun turned to look in the direction of the valley and stopped paying attention to Elder Shan.
We are racing for time now, the East Vietnam Department may appear at any time.
She just wanted Wu Dan to go back and report to his wife so that he could meet her as soon as possible.
Elder Shan had enjoyed decades of respect in the tribe, and no one had ever contradicted him like this. Seeing that this woman from the Wu Dynasty had come all the way to ask for help and was so arrogant, he was so angry that his beard trembled, and he shouted sternly: "Come here, please
This group of unknown origins stopped them and refused to allow them to enter the valley."
Wow!
A group of people who followed Elder Shan blocked the path of Song Liyun and others.
Seeing the misunderstanding between the young lady and the elders of the clan, Yuquan was so anxious that tears came out of his eyes. He hurriedly stepped forward and saluted: "Elder Shan, the young lady comes from afar and cannot be received. If the young master knew, how could we say anything?"
"Young Madam? Where did the Young Madam come from? This elder doesn't even know!"
Nima had some doubts about Song Liyun's identity, but when she heard the elder said she didn't know, and thought of Song Liyun's bag to store things, she suddenly became at a loss.
He didn't know whether he should continue to treat this "godly messenger" respectfully, or regard her as a liar who wanted to be a young lady.
Elder Shan looked Song Liyun up and down with contemptuous eyes, and saw that she had slender eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, and was very weak. She was far inferior to the prairie beauties, and only people from the Wu Dynasty liked her.
Even though Song Liyun was polite on the surface, there was a cold and arrogant look in his eyes that could not be ignored, which made Elder Shan unhappy.
Elder Shan snorted coldly: "A woman like you is worthy of being the young lady of my Wuda tribe! Any woman who wants to join the Wuda tribe will not first bring a thousand cattle as a dowry. Just like this, she wants to join the tribe.
Come up, there’s no way.”
Yuquan shook his head vigorously, and his red face became even redder with anxiety, almost bleeding: "No, the young lady does not have cattle and sheep as dowry. The young lady is a fairy from the Wuda tribe. The beggar mother said..."
She actually wanted to tell Song Liyun that she had a baby, but she looked at the man in the skirt Elder Shan was carrying and swallowed her words.
Although the tribe has increased in number now, it is no longer as peaceful and simple as before.
These people who have come from other tribes will always try to please some tribal elders in order to make their lives easier.
This kind of thing is not easy for anyone to control. Unknowingly, just one year has made an old man like Elder Shan a little arrogant.
But the treasure that can store items is also of great importance, and Yuquan cannot say it casually.
Not only did she not say anything, the two women who came out with her also looked at each other in confusion, looking at Elder Shan as if he were a fool.
"Don't mention that old godly woman!"
Elder Shan's forehead veins jumped when he heard Aunt Beggar's name.