Ke Muzhi and Hawking gave each other a bear hug. They hugged each other very hard and hard. Their strong chests touched each other and they beat their backs hard with both hands. This was standard Qiang etiquette. The harder they beat, the harder they beat.
The deeper the friendship between people.
After finally waiting for the meeting ceremony between the two to end, Ke Muzhi came over and saluted Su Ren: "Sir is finally here. Didn't you encounter anything wrong on the way? Now our Huangyang tribe can no longer protect your safety!"
Ke Muzhi said it was a bit lonely. A half-year-old child had to lead a tribe of thousands of people. Such a burden was a bit heavy for him.
Su Ren smiled slightly and said: "Thank you for your concern, Mr., it's been a smooth journey. I didn't expect that it has only been a few months. Why has the grassland turned like this?"
Ke Muzhi shook his head. He wanted to say that it was all the Han people who were responsible, but his words changed: "Sir, please come in, my father is waiting for you in the big tent!"
Riwo Buji has lost a lot of weight and is no longer the tall old man he was before. Lying on the sheepskin felt, he looks like a long fried dough stick. The big tent is filled with a strong smell of medicine and wounds.
There was a stench. Although the back was covered, yellow pus could be seen seeping out. Su Ren only took one look and knew that the wound was infected. In this place without any medical measures, such an infection is very fatal.
Riwo Buji could persist for so many days, which is considered an eye-opener for God.
The weak Riwobuji forced a smile: "What kind of goods did you bring this time? How much can you leave for us?"
"We will keep as much as the leader wants! The Yellow Sheep tribe is my friend. When my friends are in trouble, I will definitely help them with all my strength!"
"But we don't have that many livestock!" Ke Muzhi had already seen it when he entered the tent. Although the goods Su Ren brought this time were not many, most of them were weapons. The current price of these things on the grassland is ridiculously high.
Su Ren sighed: "Don't worry, sir. I will give you my full help if I say I will. As long as it is what you need, I am willing to reduce the price!"
"Really?" Riwo Buji was a little excited. He turned over on the sheepskin felt and looked at Ke Muzhi with a warm and fatherly smile on his face: "Now our Yellow Sheep Tribe is saved!"
The Yellow Sheep Tribe’s camp has changed a lot. Because of the war, all the nearby herdsmen have gathered near Eagle Lake. Large areas of pasture have been occupied by livestock, and the areas where the livestock have gnawed have turned khaki. With the breeze, they are flying.
The dust can almost cover the entire camp. Eagle Lake is not as beautiful as before. On the piles of excrement by the lake, flies are flying in groups.
Su Ren's caravan started operating, and food was what the Qiang people needed most. Since he agreed to Riwobuji, Su Ren decided that one horse could be exchanged for two bags of food. The price dropped by half, which attracted frenzied looting from the herdsmen.
Soon, there was not much food left that Su Ren had brought, and a large group of horses, cattle and sheep gathered in the caravan pen.
Kemuzhi felt a little heartbroken when he saw it, but he was helpless. Livestock were the treasures of their herdsmen. The herdsmen who were used to eating meat with flour cakes actually gave up their meat-eating habit for thousands of years. This made Kemuzhi incomprehensible. The best horses and livestock
He was unwilling to be replaced by Su Ren like this.
Riwobuji stroked his son's head: "Don't be sad. There will be more cattle and sheep on the grassland next year. As long as you can protect our herdsmen and the pasture, everything will be fine!"
Ke Muzhi's tears kept falling: "But this war is still going on. Who knows when it will stop. If the war doesn't stop, we won't be able to have more livestock!"
"Cough cough cough..." Riwobuji coughed violently. He knew that his son was right. Looking at his youngest son, Riwobuji didn't know how to answer.
Ke Muzhi quickly handed the water bowl to Riwobuji's mouth, and Riwobuji took a sip: "After this deal with the Han people, will you take your tribe to Lufo Canyon? With these weapons, guard the mouth of the valley.
, wait until the war on the grassland is over before coming out!"
"Father!"
"Hey!" Riwobuji sighed: "There are not many of us left. Remember, we must save the entire tribe!"
Huge eagles hover in the sky. These scavengers now live a very comfortable life and no longer have to worry about food. Whenever they are hungry, they can swoop down and find the corpses of those killed in battle to fill their stomachs. The eagles scream loudly and
It's so bright that it can be heard very far in an open place. There are three of them, hovering over the Yellow Sheep Tribe's camp.
Kemuzhi walked at the front holding the body of Riwo Buji, followed by a large group of crying herdsmen. Riwo Buji was a good leader. He had ruled the Yellow Sheep Tribe for many years. The herdsmen of the Yellow Sheep Tribe felt personally that they
Life has become better. Although we still don’t have enough food and clothing, at least fewer people die in winter, and more importantly, the number of livestock has increased a lot.
The Qiang people practice sky burial. After gently laying down his father's body, Ke Muzhi took out the knife and burst into tears. Looking at his father who had become so thin that he couldn't move his hands for a long time. Zhen Zhenbo held Ke Muzhi with one hand.
On his shoulder, the other hand took the knife from Kemuzhi. Without saying a word, he came to Riwobuji's side and disassembled Riwobuji's body.
The strong smell of blood wafted in the air, immediately attracting several eagles above their heads. Without thinking, they swooped down and started pecking at Riwo Buji's corpse in front of everyone. The eagles were very happy to eat.
, the others cried very sadly.
Su Ren, Huo Jin and others were far away. Seeing this scene, many people turned their heads and tried to hold back their nausea. In the eyes of the Han people, this was too cruel, and only barbaric people like the Qiang people could do it.
Something like this happens.
With tears streaming down his face, Huo Jin turned to Su Ren and said, "Brother, can you give the remaining food to Ke Muzhi?"
The old fox looked at Hawking like an idiot: "We came to Qiang land to do business, and in the future we will capture Qiang land. These grains may save many people!"
Hawking turned around and glared at the old fox fiercely. Even Huang Shisan and Su Kai stared at him with malicious intent. The old fox aroused everyone's anger and hurriedly approached Su Ren.
Su Ren sighed and looked at the group of ragged Qiang people: "Okay, keep what we need, and give the rest to Ke Muzhi. Since Ke Muzhi is Xiao Jinzi's friend, this friendship must be preserved!"
The old fox looked at Su Ren strangely, and seemed to understand something in his mind.
Riwo Buji died, and the Yellow Sheep Tribe was taken over by Kemu Zhi. Because of Su Ren's arrival, the tribe's life was much better during this period. The laughter that had not been heard for a long time could occasionally appear once in a while. No one came to provoke at the border.
, the two tribes of Horse and Black Panther seemed to have reached an agreement, and during this period, they all became quiet. Everything seemed to be back to the past. But Ke Muzhi knew that this was just the calm before a greater danger came.
"Mr. Su, I want to buy all your weapons, but I wonder how many livestock you plan to ask for?" Ke Muzhi sat where Riwo Buji had been, with Zhen Zhenbo standing majestically behind him.
Su Ren shrank his hands in his sleeves: "Ahem! According to the laws of the Han Dynasty, no iron weapons are allowed to leave the country. Although these weapons are not many, I am taking a huge risk, so..."
"I know. Sir, if you tell me a price, as long as our Yellow Sheep Tribe can pay it, there will be no problem. For the part that cannot be paid, we will owe it first, and we will pay it back after a while!" Ke Muzhi interrupted Su Ren.
, with a solemn look on his face.
"Does the leader know that with these weapons, we can launch ten wars?"
"We will not start a war. To be honest, after this deal with Mr., our Yellow Sheep Tribe will retreat into the Lufo Canyon and will not come out again in the next few years!"
"Oh? Isn't that where you spend the winter?"
"Yes, after this war, the Huangyang tribe is already very vulnerable. If we continue to fight, there will be only death. For the Huangyang tribe and for the future of our Qiang people, we must be patient. Only in this way can we have hope."
"But that place has been occupied by your second brother. In addition, although Lufo Canyon is safe, it does not have rich water plants. You Yellow Sheep tribe still has more than 2,000 people and tens of thousands of livestock. If so many people enter, I'm afraid
I can’t hold on for long!”
"Sir, there is no need to worry about this. As children of the White Stone God, only the strongest people are worthy of surviving. I, including my tribe, all have this awareness!"
Su Ren took a deep breath. This is the characteristic of the nomadic people. Their bravery and good fighting skills are inseparable from their way of life. The grassland is beautiful, but it is also the most cruel. They follow the strategy of survival of the fittest, and strong men and strong women are the only ones.
They are the most suitable people to survive on this land. Those who are old, weak, sick and disabled have only one outcome, and that is death.
Su Ren remembered a story. The time and characters cannot be determined. He only remembered that it was a tribe living in a cold place. In order to keep the entire tribe and ethnic group alive, every winter, when life was the most difficult, the elders in the tribe would commit collective suicide.
, in order to save precious food so that others can survive the severe cold. This is the harshest life, and only this way of life can make these savage tribes brave and good at fighting.
"Okay! I agree! As long as you give me five thousand war horses, all these weapons will be given to you!"
"It's a deal!" Ke Muzhi didn't bargain. He knew that this was the best price. At the time, five thousand horses could only be exchanged for five thousand bags of grain, which was only enough for the tribe's three months' rations.
He looked back at Zhen Zhenbo and said: "Go, gather all the war horses, except the mounts of the warriors, and hand them over to Mr. Su!"
"Master, this!" Zhen Zhenbo clenched his fists and said angrily, "In this case, we will almost lose all the horses!"
Ke Muzhi closed his eyes and said after a long time: "Go! Let's take a gamble for the sake of our people!" (To be continued)
