Thirty-two-year-old Wu Hyuk's hair has turned gray.
The reason for this was purely out of sorrow. After six years of hard work, he now has sixteen wives, thirty-three children, and more than six hundred sheep.
Counting the knots that represent his wealth every day is a big burden for him. He has never counted the huge numbers clearly for him, but he just likes to watch the knots on his rope keep growing one after another.
Wu He has never thought about giving up this kind of life. On the contrary, anyone who dares to take away his current life will be his life and death enemy.
This morning, he ate half of a leg of lamb. He couldn't eat it anymore, so he gave the remaining bit of lamb to his eldest son.
Watching his son devouring the half-cooked leg of lamb, Wu He felt for the first time that he was getting old. A few years ago, he could eat a fat leg of lamb by himself without any problems.
The weather today is excellent. Looking at his wives with their plump chests exposed and catching lice in the sun, Wu He feels that he is still very young. The two wives are already pregnant, and their bellies are already very big, just like that.
Lying on a pile of sheepskins and lazily basking in the sun, it looked like she was about to give birth to a baby.
"In five days, I can use a wooden stick to roll the child out of my belly."
Wu He said to himself, then put on his scimitar and began to patrol his territory. Today, if the boy from the Dalu family dares to sneak through the birch forest again, let him have a good taste of himself.
The scimitar is powerful.
After hiding in the wormwood as tall as a person for a long time, the sun was about to set, and the boy from the Dalu family still didn't show up. Wu He, who was half-dead after being bitten by insects in the grass, finally couldn't help but walked around half a circle and walked out of the grass.
Then he saw a strange young man using firewood from the Wu He family's land to roast the rabbit that was jumping around on the Wu He family's land.
No need to think about this matter, Wu He immediately drew out the knife and pounced on it. The rabbit roasted on the fire was very fat, and the clothes on the young man were also very beautiful. The most important thing was that there were still flowers on the grass beside the young man.
Two horses are tied up.
What Wu He's family lacks most now is a horse. He has wanted one for a long time. Although the young man is very beautiful and looks at him with a smile, these are not important. Wu He feels that he must get those two horses.
, only with the horse's Wu He can he become the biggest master in this land.
It was actually a bit reluctant for Bo Bo to eat two rabbits by himself. Now suddenly a tribesman who was still wrapped in a fur coat in the summer came out. He was actually very happy. Before he had time to reminisce with the tribesmen in Jurchen dialect, his bald head
The tribesmen rushed over with knives in hand.
Bobo was extremely happy. He looked like a fat sheep. If the tribesmen saw a lonely person like him, they would not start robbing and killing. He would not be a qualified Jurchen.
It's just that this guy's force value is too low. Bo Bo held a roast rabbit on a wooden stick in one hand, sideways avoiding Wu He's scimitar, and then turned in a big circle in the air, turning like a windmill.
He came over and kicked the tribesman's neck hard with his right leg. He landed with his left foot and continued to spin for a moment before standing still. Wu He had already rolled his eyes and was knocked unconscious by the kick. The momentum brought him to the ground, and the knife disappeared.
Been there.
Bobo knew how heavy his legs were, and even an elm tree as thick as a bowl could not withstand the whipping of his legs. When he was in the Eagle's Nest, he spent a lot of money to learn from a spear-stick instructor who switched to attacking legs.
After a long time, even a burly man like Hu Zi would not feel well after being whipped by his own legs.
The instructor said that there were two iron tiles tied to the front bone of the calf. It was because of these iron tiles that the old man gained the reputation of the King of Hell with Iron Legs. This was his ability to eat, and even his parents, wives and children could not speak of it.
Bo Bo raised his head and looked at Hai Dongqing who had just been frightened and flew up. He saw Hai Dongqing flying around in the air and then falling down again. Then he roasted the rabbit on the fire again and started to eat his dinner.
After dinner, Bobo washed his hands carefully. This was a bad habit he learned from the commander. In the past, Bobo would not poke his teeth with willow branches or wash his face at all. This instinct was forced by Tiger and the others to wash his face.
A habit I had to develop after more than a year of rinsing.
The tribesman on the ground still hadn't woken up, and he laughed vigorously. The guy on the ground was pretending to be dead. He knew very well how much force he used just now, and that kick definitely didn't break this guy's neck.
The firewood stick in his hand was flicked in the charcoal fire, and a small piece of wood that had completely turned into dark red fell into the open palm of the tribesman.
A howl like a slaughtering pig suddenly rang out, Wu He screamed and jumped up from the ground, holding his left hand and screaming, but he did not dare to run away.
"What tribe are you from?"
Wu He was surprised when he heard the pure Jurchen words and said respectfully: "I am Keribao's brother!"
Bo Bo sighed, and immediately yanked down the branch in his hand shamelessly. It was enough for a Jurchen to pretend to be dead, but now she has become a liar. This is absolutely unforgivable.
Keribao has become very famous in recent years, especially after his failed attack on the Liao Emperor. Legends about him have been circulating among the Black Mountains and White Waters.
As time went by, his deeds were passed down by word of mouth, and finally lived up to expectations and became a standard fairy tale.
Other Jurchens would believe this legend, but Bo Li, who was influenced by the philosophical and cultural system of the Song Dynasty, would not believe it anyway.
Keribao's prestige can be used, but it must not be used in such an obscene way like the tribesman in front of him.
No matter whether Wu He was resisting, running away, or begging, the branch in Bo Bo's hand could always hit his mouth accurately. After a while, Wu He's mouth started to bleed, and his whole head began to swell.
stand up.
His mouth was broken, so Wu He could only close his mouth and say nothing. Although his body rolled on the ground, he no longer said a word to beg for mercy.
Wu He had already accepted his fate. This young man was a terrifying master of "fighting Jurchens". He already knew his fate, so when the branch in Bo Bo's hand stopped, he stared at Bo Bo.
It is very likely that this is the appearance of the last person I see in this world.
Wu He was one of the few smart people among the Jurchens. He knew that the reason why the young man asked about his ethnic group was actually to know where the other Jurchens were from his own words.
A long time ago, he saw how the Liao people "beat Jurchens". His neighbor Hu Like's head was stuck on a piece of wood as a sign of "beating Jurchens". The reason why he became rich was largely due to
It's because I own Hulik's pasture livestock and the grain he left behind.
The Liao people cut off all the heads of Hu Li's wife and sons, and inserted them into their heads along the way. Wu He didn't think that such a thing would happen to him. The most powerful Liao people could cut off his own head.
It was impossible to stick all the heads of his son and wife on the branches. Thinking that his eldest son could graze alone, Wu He was not too anxious. He was already old.
It's time to die too.
Bobo tied Wu He up, using a hooves-down method, so that his belly was on the ground, and then went into the tent to sleep. After walking all day, it was time for him to take a rest.
Wu He turned his body upside down and stared blankly at the two eagles standing on the backs of the horses. After the morning star appeared in the sky, the eagles hid their heads under their wings and began to sleep. Wu He gently
He twisted his body.
It was very painful to put his hands and feet on the fire. Beads of sweat as big as soybeans flowed down Wu He's forehead. He chewed his mouth on the ground and pressed his nose into the soil, forcing himself to endure being burned by the fire.
pain of.
As soon as his hands and feet were loosened, Wu He slowly left the fire. Looking at the flames still burning on his leather clothes, he quietly pressed them into the soil until there was no trace of sparks, and then slowly climbed into the fire not far away.
In the grass.
As soon as Wu He left, Bo Bo walked out of the tent, looked at the slightly bright sky, took out a piece of dried meat from the horse bag, cut it into pieces and fed it to Hai Dongqing, and then threw them into the sky.
He took out a small bag of soybeans and put it in the horse's pocket and buckled it on the heads of the two horses. Finally, he sat by the fire and heated up the bit of rabbit meat leftover from yesterday. He wolfed down the simple breakfast and burned it with sand.
After a fire broke out, he led the two war horses that had finished eating the soybeans and walked into the grass. From beginning to end, he did not glance at the burnt and scattered ropes on the ground.
Playing hard to get is enough to deal with his own people. Bobo knows this reality very well. The Liao people show off their IQ superiority in front of the Jurchens. Often a very crude strategy can kill a large number of Jurchens.
Bo Bo is different. He has seen the most despicable strategies and the most tortuous calculations in the world. He also knows the power of wisdom from the history books of the Han people.
Now, he just wants to make his race smarter quickly and know how to arm his brain with wisdom. After studying in Tokyo for more than half a year, he knows how terrifying the power of wisdom is.
Wu He's home is very secretive. In order to keep it secret, Wu He's wives clean the sheep dung at the entrance of the small valley every day and then sprinkle it with dust.
This kind of behavior made Wu He's family peaceful for more than four years.
Dang Bobo stood at the entrance of the small valley where Wu He's family was located, looking at the green valley with green grass and whispered: "It's true that rabbits don't eat grass beside their nests!" (To be continued)