No matter how hard Yang Feng tried, he couldn't understand how he could encounter such a thing in his lifetime.

You should know that in the past, even the Han people in Liangzhou would avoid them as if they were seeing a flood or a ferocious beast.

Forget about treating me to simple food and drink; if they don't stab me in the back, I'd be lucky if they didn't do anything wicked.

Just as Yang Feng accepted the wine bag from the woman, other Qiang herdsmen by the roadside came forward and offered the Han army what they considered their most precious milk wine and food.

All the Qiang herders, like the mother and child, regarded them as family, welcoming them as if they were returning in triumph.

This scene left the surrounding Han soldiers somewhat bewildered, unsure whether they should accept what was in their hands.

"This old man has met this general! May I ask your name?"

Just then, an elderly man, about seventy years old and leaning on a wooden cane, came shakily to Yang Feng with the help of two young men. He bowed to Yang Feng on horseback.

Upon seeing the visitor's advanced age, Yang Feng quickly returned the greeting with a cupped-hand salute, saying, "Elder, there's no need for such formalities. I am Yang Feng, a captain of the vanguard under the Marquis of Dingbian of the Great Han Dynasty!"

"So it's General Yang! These are all the heartfelt gifts from us commoners. Please, you and your soldiers, accept them!"

The old man looked around at the Han soldiers, none of whom dared to accept the gifts from their clansmen. So, full of hope, he looked up at Yang Feng on horseback.

Yang Feng looked at the wine flask in his hand, then at the enthusiastic Qiang herdsmen surrounding him, and nodded.

With a smile on his face, Yang Feng said loudly, "Since it is the kindness of our fellow villagers, brothers, there is no need to refuse!"

With Yang Feng's order, the remaining Han soldiers no longer refused and reached out to accept the milk wine and food from the Qiang herdsmen.

Looking at the things in their hands, everyone was in a daze. In the past, these things had to be fought for, but today they were actually being offered to them voluntarily.

"As the saying goes, courtesy should be reciprocated. Today, these fellow villagers have given us these things, so we should reciprocate!"

As he spoke, Yang Feng dismounted, took out a few pieces of flatbread and a small packet of salt from a cloth bag on the horse's back, and came to the mother and child.

"Here, take it!"

With a smile, Yang Feng handed the salt and flatbread to the woman.

The Han soldiers around them followed suit, each taking out some of their own dry rations to give back to the Qiang herdsmen.

"No, no, no, General, we brought you these things to thank you for your kindness, not for these things!"

The woman quickly waved her hand, refusing Yang Feng's offer, and pulled her son back.

"this...."

Yang Feng looked at the mother and son with some surprise, and was stunned for a moment. He knew a little about the hardships of these herdsmen. Whether it was flatbread or salt, it was an extremely precious thing for them. How could they refuse it like that?

Although the woman refused Yang Feng's return gift, some other Qiang herders around couldn't help but accept the flatbread and salt from the soldiers.

"Let's see who dares to make a move!"

Just as Yang Feng was stunned, he heard a "thud" and saw the old man raise his wooden cane and slam it heavily to the ground.

The old man shouted at the surrounding Qiang herdsmen, "These are all rations for the Han army. Take them all back to me!"

Although the old man looked like he was about to fall over at any moment, his voice was full of energy.

Immediately, the Qiang herdsmen who had heard the old man's rebuke hurriedly pushed the flatbread and salt they had received back into the hands of the Han soldiers.

"Old man, why are you doing this?"

Yang Feng turned his head and looked at the old man with some doubt. The series of events today had really refreshed his understanding.

When did the Han army and the Qiang people become so harmonious?

With a smile on his face, the old man cupped his hands to Yang Feng and said, "General, before you came, a Han army had also been here."

"Hmm! Not bad!"

Yang Feng nodded. The Han army that the old man mentioned was Zhang Qiao and his men.

“You Han soldiers are good people! Not only do you treat us, the lowest of herdsmen, as human beings, giving us food and salt, but you also stand up for us, executing the chieftain who oppressed us and distributing his cattle, sheep and property to us!”

At this point, the old man was filled with emotion, his cloudy eyes turning somewhat red, and he continued, "I am sixty-nine years old, and since my childhood I have worked from dawn till dusk every day, busy all day long, and dared not rest for even half a day."

"My only wish is not to starve to death. Over the years, I have raised countless cattle and sheep, but they have all been taken away by the tribal chiefs. If it weren't for the arrival of your Han army, I fear I would never have owned a single cattle or sheep of my own before I die!"

As the old man finished speaking, the surrounding Qiang herders felt the same way. Recalling the unbearable days of the past, everyone's eyes turned red, and sobs could be heard from time to time in the crowd.

"I see!"

After listening to the old man's words, Yang Feng sighed inwardly. What Zhang Qiao and the others had done was like a life-saving grace to these Qiang herdsmen. No wonder they saw him and his soldiers as if they were family.

Yang Feng looked at the old man with a heavy expression and said earnestly, "Old man, these are things we should do. In the past, many of your relatives helped our Han Dynasty fight together and died in foreign lands. Now that we see you suffering, we naturally want to help you!"

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