Siqin sighed deeply and did not persuade Mayne any more, because she already understood her thoughts from the poem. She hugged Alahan and followed the melancholy boy into a long silence.
The wind in the prairie blows the green grass, the horses neigh in the distance, the sky is clear and high, the earth is simple and real...
The days move forward quietly.
Yelu Qingge became busier and busier after the early autumn festival, and his temper became increasingly fierce. He was unhappy all day because of the fact that the second prince secretly deducted the cavalry army's pay and food. In addition to this, Mei Liangchen also
Agula learned from Agula that the extremely noble Princess of the North from far away could not come to the Northland grassland in advance for some reason. Yelu Qingge was very angry about this, because if Princess Wuya did not come to the North City as a guest, then the military rations would be
The matter will not be supported by the Wuya people and will become very difficult.
She didn't care about military affairs, because it had nothing to do with her. However, Princess Wuya didn't come to the north, which made her relieved. She didn't want to distract herself from him anymore. Just like she deliberately avoided it in the palace.
Like Xiaozhu Qin, every time he sees her swollen belly, a big stone will block his heart.
"Drive and drink," Siqin shouted to the horses, and returned to his home in the outer city with Mei Liangchen.
In the early autumn of the grassland, the air is filled with the smell of weeds. Looking at the grassland from a distance, there is no green vitality. There are yellow grass roots everywhere. The horses cannot eat the rich pasture, and they run like wilted eggplants beaten by frost.
, couldn’t lift his head.
"Siqin, I'll take you to the military horse farm to graze tomorrow!" Although the Baiyin family's horses are not large in number, it is quite worrying to have no access to pasture for several days in a row.
Siqin said worriedly: "The pasture in the military horse farm is rich and green, which is a natural food bowl for war horses. It is not a place where we ordinary herdsmen can go!" She shook her head and continued to drive her horses.
Mei Liangchen said angrily: "Why do the cavalry occupy hundreds of miles of natural grassland, but give the worst grassland to the shepherds in the outer city? Don't your horses need to eat grass?" Since outside the military camp,
After a large number of military dependents moved into the city, their livestock also moved with them. The grass area of the pasture outside the city was originally not enough for grazing, and now it is even more serious that the horses are starving. On the other hand, the cavalry army's large grassland with rich water and grass
In the pasture, the war horses stayed there all night and could not eat more than one third of the grass area.
"Our horses are not as noble as military horses. As long as they have hay roots, they can still survive." Siqin was very open-minded.
The afternoon sun was still full of heat. Siqin opened the door of the horse pen happily and called Mei Liangchen, who was teasing Alahan, to milk the mare's milk with her. Alahan couldn't walk yet, so he had to tie it to his mother again.
On his chest, he saw the strong mares kicking their hooves, and he screamed with excitement.
"Don't you have to milk the mare early in the morning?" War horses are all castrated geldings and do not need to be milked. She once visited a herdsman's house during an archaeological excavation in Inner Mongolia and saw the spectacular scene of mare milking. All the men were there.
, before nine o'clock in the morning, he took off his upper body, faced the rising sun, knelt on the ground piously and filled buckets of snow-white mare's milk.
Siqin placed the milking barrel under a mare with a swollen breast, smiled and touched the hardness with his hand, and said: "Bai Yin has been in the military camp recently. He is not at home, so I can only herd the horse back."
Milking the mare."
Mei Liangchen rubbed her hands excitedly, knelt on the ground like Siqin, and asked: "Oh, how can I help you?!" She likes new things, whether it is riding horses, grazing, drying horse meat, or following outside.
If the prairie women in the city learn to make milk cakes and cheese, she is willing to follow suit.
"Main, please help me tie the rope into a loop." Siqin handed her a pile of white hemp rope.
"Okay. Is such a big circle enough?" She gestured with a rope.
Siqin smiled and nodded.
"What are these rope loops used for?" She followed Siqin's request and it took her a long time to tie a rope loop.
"Tie the horse's legs! Otherwise, the mare will kick people when milking the horse." Siqin separated a dozen ponies from the mares, and tied the mares and ponies with the remaining ropes.
On a wooden pole.
After everyone finished their work, Siqin put the rope loop that tied the horse's front leg into the mare's leg. "Lulu..." she shouted, leading a pony to the mare's side.
The horse sucked the mare's full butt for a few times and was immediately led away again.
"This is very cruel, Siqin!" The pony was originally only responsible for extracting the mare's milk, and it had nothing to do with it later. Mei Liangchen couldn't help but feel sad when he saw the pony being tied to a wooden pole and unable to receive breast milk.
Some sympathy.
"Haha... If you want fresh mare's milk, you have to give in to the pony!" Siqin knelt on the ground, held a wooden bucket with one hand, and stretched out the other hand from behind the horse's leg to squeeze the mare's milk skillfully.
"Mayne, bring the big wooden bucket!" Seeing the mare's vagina deflated, Siqin stopped his hand and wiped the remaining milk on his fingers directly into Alahan's mouth.
"Er...ahh..." Alahan came back to his senses from the novel and fun process of squeezing mare's milk and screamed excitedly. Siqin also laughed, and she dipped some more from the barrel.
The mare's milk was smeared all over his son's chubby little face. Alahan looked at his mother blankly, stretched out the tip of his pink tongue and licked it on his chin. He didn't understand why his mother wouldn't let him drink the milk?
"Hahaha...my Allah!" Siqin kissed her son's fat face vigorously, her love for her son was beyond words.
Mei Liangchen was carrying a huge wooden barrel and stood in the distance, looking at Siqin and her son with a blank expression. How long had it been since she had experienced such a warm scene...
While he was in a trance, he made a light move in his hand, and then the thorny sunlight above his head was blocked by a tall black figure.
There was silence all around, and even the laughter of Alahan could no longer reach her ears.
Her normal thinking went somewhere, and she stared blankly at the cold and arrogant man who should not be here, bending his noble figure and pouring the white mare's milk into the huge wooden bucket...