Chapter 250 Di Tribe Rules

Song Liyun suddenly became nervous: Deception! Ah Shi lied to me? Could he be married?

At this moment, Song Liyun had only one thought in her mind: if Ah Shi was already married, she would break off the relationship immediately no matter what flower he mentioned.

The beggar woman took her hand and spoke slowly and leisurely in the gentle tone that is unique to the elderly.

When Zhao Tingduo was called into the yurt by Yuquan, he saw Song Liyun sitting side by side with the nanny. He smiled and said, "Liyun, you should have rested after riding all night. Why haven't you slept yet? You'll have a sore back tomorrow."

Aunt Beg patted Song Liyun's hand and said with a smile, "Look, he doesn't even know he's wrong.

These men are sometimes like cattle on the prairie, they need to be tapped at all times. Otherwise, he feels that if he thinks of it, others should know it.

Then she said to Zhao Tingduo, "Yun'er is a good child, and you are also a good child. Although you have been a little hasty in handling this matter, if this marriage can be completed, it would be my great pleasure."

But this matter cannot be decided by you alone. It must be a matter of mutual consent. You must tell others about the situation at home in advance and then bring it to the tribe.

Otherwise, you will be considered a marriage fraud.

Now that Abu has gone back, let your mother hear about this.

Given your mother's temper, she won't let you off easily when you return to the tribe. She will make you kneel all night long."

Song Liyun glanced at Zhao Tingduo and saw that he was still confused. She felt angry and amused.

If the nanny hadn't told the truth just now, I would have thought he was deliberately trying to deceive her into marriage.

Zhao Tingduo reacted immediately and blushed: "Yun'er, I didn't mean to cheat on you, I just didn't dare to say it!"

The beggar mother continued, "What is there to be afraid of? Those Dilu bandits are bad people. Every Di people with a conscience will hate them. They will only go to hell after they die.

Your mother has been searching for the Wu Dynasty slaves in Suijin Town and has already found five of them. She said she'll send them back when she has the chance."

Zhao Tingduo smiled: "Mother is still thinking about father."

Madam Qi said angrily, "A day of marriage is a hundred days of grace. Just because we can't live together doesn't mean we're enemies. But you, why don't you quickly explain things to Yun'er and not disappoint her sincere efforts after all the hard work she's put in."

As expected of an old man who has become very experienced!

Before Song Liyun's resentment towards Zhao Tingduo even began, it was resolved by the nanny's smile.

Ah Shi did not intend to hide it, but he had no choice but to do so.

This is not just about the love between two people, but also involves the lives of countless people in the Zhenbei Army, the prince, Suijin Town and the Wuda tribe.

Without absolute certainty, Zhao Tingduo would not tell the truth.

As the sun sets, the night wind blows across the grassland, causing the grass, which has already begun to turn yellow, to fall down.

Song Liyun sat on a high place on a gentle slope.

At the bottom of the gentle slope, several sheepdogs were running, driving the sheep into the pen.

Zhao Tingduo had changed into a Di tribe robe and sat next to her.

"What should I call you? Prince of the Di tribe?" Song Liyun turned to look at him with a faint smile on her face.

Zhao Tingduo knew that this was a tease. He raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm not a prince yet. Do you want me to be a prince?"

"What's the difference?" Song Liyun became curious. Isn't the young master of a tribe a prince?

"Only large tribes that form a royal court have a king and a prince!"

Zhao Tingduo's eyes sparkled, "Yun'er, I will become a king in the future, and my child will be a prince!"

Song Liyun smiled with her eyes curved. It is always good for a man to be ambitious. Besides, Ah Shi is not just bragging, but has real ability.

I am really satisfied with this young, promising and handsome major general.

She had heard from the nanny that when they left Xishi Pass years ago, the Wuda tribe had only more than 200 people, but now there are 1,000 people.

These were conquered by A Shi and his men in two months, and of course, this was also achieved with the secret support of the Zhenbei Army.

Although the Wuda tribe has a small population, it has generations of trained young men and the most sophisticated armor and weapons on the grassland.

If the Zhenbei Army continues to help in the future, it is not impossible for it to gradually grow into a large force.

Besides, with myself and the Di prince's help, my fur business will be like sitting on a gold mountain.

"Ashi? What's your real name?"

Song Liyun felt that the prince and other things were things for the future, and she needed to get to know the person in front of her again.

"Ashileduo, also known as Zhao Tingduo, his mother is Lady Wuya of the Wuda tribe, and his father is the Marquis of Zhenbei of the Wu Dynasty!"

Speaking of his own life story, Zhao Tingduo's expression was indifferent, as if there was frost on his face, "I am the third son of the Zhenbei Army, and also the young master as Abu and the others call him.

Because it was a marriage between two tribes, I couldn't reveal my identity in the Wu Dynasty, and was looked down upon by other Di people on the grassland."

Song Liyun opened her mouth in shock: "You are a mixed-race!"

Zhao Tingduo frowned slightly: "Mixed-blood? In fact, they all say that I am of mixed blood behind my back."

He wanted to say that people from other tribes called him bastards.

"Puchi!" Song Liyun burst into laughter and couldn't help but reach out and pinch Zhao Tingduo's face. This was something she had been thinking about for a long time. "No wonder you look so beautiful!"

Zhao Tingduo suddenly covered his face with his hands, his eyes widened, his ears turned red, and his face was full of disbelief. The calmness and coldness he had shown before instantly collapsed.

"You, you pinch me!"

"Don't stare, or I'll pinch you. Go on, do the Di people have any custom of marrying wives or concubines?"

Auntie Qi said that Zhao Tingduo had concealed the matter and made others run so far, which was wrong, and now he should apologize.

Strike while the iron is hot, Song Liyun decided to ask all the questions.

She used to think he was just a special soldier, and it didn't matter even if he had some connection with the Di tribe. She only cared about whether they could get married.

But now I know that he is still a man with a tail, and he is a rich son-in-law that you can't find even with a lantern. Of course, I have to ask him about it now.

"The Di people don't have concubines, but they can marry several wives."

After Zhao Tingduo finished speaking, she saw Song Liyun's unfriendly eyes and knew that this girl had a quick temper and was probably going to pinch herself again.

He immediately jumped up and said hurriedly, "To marry a wife, you need to pay a betrothal gift, which includes pasture, livestock, and people.

The betrothal gift will become the wife's property for future use and will be used to raise children. The husband has no right to interfere and cannot divorce his wife to take it back.

"It means one betrothal gift for each wife! Even if the two cannot live together, the betrothal gift will be the wife's personal property?" Song Liyun explained according to her own meaning.

"Yes!"

"Ashi, how many wives will you have in the future? You don't need your first wife to help you take in a younger wife?" Song Liyun said slowly and calmly.

Eighty to ninety percent of the things in life are not satisfactory, and almost all of them are due to "love".

Before the end of the world, even though monogamy was enforced, there were still couples.

There are no official restrictions on the status of wives and concubines, and those mistresses are even more arrogant than the original wives.

After the end of the world, "marriage" will be the first unit word to disintegrate and disappear in society, and it will become a means of survival and transaction.

(End of this chapter)