Chapter 312 Meeting Lin Qingyuan Again

According to the custom of the Di Lu tribe, after they move to the winter pasture at the beginning of winter, they need to wait until the snow melts in the spring of the following year before moving their tents to the summer pasture.

If cattle and sheep are frequently forced to travel long distances in the wind and snow, which consumes a lot of physical energy, many weak animals will not be able to survive the long winter.

Unless absolutely necessary, the camp cannot be moved.

A night of wind and snow passed.

By the next morning, the snow had not stopped, and the snow on the windward side of the wall had piled up to a meter high.

Song Dekui, wrapped in a fur hat, stood on the cart frame and used a wooden stick to scrape the snow off the roof.

He talked all night yesterday, and was so dry-mouthed that he finally negotiated the deal for ten houses. He didn't want the snow to collapse the paper house and ruin his reputation.

Balin and Wudong were busy taking care of the horses. They wanted to send someone back in the snow to report the situation here to Guangbao.

It is only two days' journey from here to the border of Wu Dynasty.

In order to prevent the Di people from suddenly attacking border residents, all tribal movements must be reported to the Zhenbei Army Guard.

Balin sent two people back, while Wudong sent the troublemaker Daxing away.

Although he apologized, Boss Song still looked at Daxing with a knife-like look.

Song Liyun had no intention of leaving.

She had plenty of food and charcoal, plenty of fodder for her horse, and a wooden house to live in. Whether she went back to the garrison in the snow or went to Bahrain's tribe, it would be better to stay here.

Moreover, she needed to find the relocated tribe as soon as the snow stopped.

After breakfast, the three people who brought the news rode back on horseback in the snow.

Wu Dong, Balin and others stayed behind.

Wu Dong not only escorted Song Liyun under the military order of General Xiao, but he was also a patrol soldier of the garrison, and it was his job to monitor the movements on the grassland.

After chatting with Song Dekui all night, Balin realized that he had seen Song Liyun's strength, and his words and actions became more respectful.

No wonder a girl who looks so weak dares to enter the grassland with only a servant and a carriage.

Not only does he have martial arts skills, he also has the support of two guards and is the owner of a workshop and shop.

Boss Song said that the Song family has a food workshop, a papermaking workshop, a fur shop, a restaurant, and a cattle and sheep business. He is like a God of Wealth.

Wudong and Balin led their men and braved the heavy snow to track the direction of the migrating tribe.

They were worried that the snow would be too heavy and would cover all the traces left behind.

Only one Di person was left in the wooden house to guard the camp.

Song Liyun walked into the stable carrying a bucket of medicated water.

Song Dekui was grooming the old horse's fur when he saw Song Liyun coming in with water. He walked over and said, "Horses can eat snow and hay outside now. You have to save the water in your leather bag and don't take it out anymore."

As he spoke, he blinked and glanced at the Di people who were cleaning up horse manure.

Now that there are outsiders here, Song Liyun’s “treasure bag” cannot be exposed.

Having a large number of people has its advantages and disadvantages. The food and water originally stored in the space are now inconvenient to take out.

If we rely entirely on the cart pulled by Ju Qingma, there will also be trouble.

The space in a carriage is limited, and the strength of a horse is also limited, so the only option is to expand the fleet.

Song Lingyun gave the three horses water mixed with the biological agent and then said to Song Dekui, "Don't worry, Uncle Kui. We have three horses. We can use them to pull the goods. We can also make the carriage longer and wider. Haha! Then we can even carry a mountain in the carriage."

Song Dekui was still a little puzzled, but he laughed: "What does it mean to have a mountain? That's just a lucky bag."

A mobile lucky bag!

Song Liyun had been thinking about this problem since she met up with Balin and others.

In the future, there will be more and more people around me, and I will have fewer and fewer opportunities to act alone.

She could only make a big treasure chest for herself, and a horse team with extraordinary strength to meet the huge storage space and transportation capacity.

One day after giving Lao Ma the strengthening medicine, Song Liyun observed that Lao Ma was obviously full of energy and spirits, with no sequelae of acclimatization.

From now on, she planned to feed Juqing and the chestnut horse as well.

Because there is no need to catalyze the horses into prehistoric muscle monsters, the amount of potions used is very small, enough to produce a hundred or eighty beast tanks.

The snow fell in bursts of fast and slow, but it never stopped.

The Di people in the wooden house did not understand the Wu Dynasty language. Song Liyun wanted to communicate with him, but she could only express herself through gestures. Apart from knowing that his name was Dalu, she could not ask him anything else.

Song Liyun pulled her hair in worry. She had to quickly learn the Di language along the way, otherwise communication would be a problem when she encountered the Di tribe.

Wu Dong and his companions left in the morning and did not return all day. It was not until dark that they returned in a panic.

They were just exhausted and looked miserable.

What surprised Song Liyun the most was that there was a team of seven or eight people carrying large and small bags who came with Wu Dong.

Song Liyun looked at Lin Qingyuan, who had an unshaven beard, tangled hair, was wrapped in a dirty leather coat, and was dark and thin. She could hardly believe her eyes.

The Master Lin we met in Tianxiang Tower was a handsome and elegant man dressed in gorgeous clothes, surrounded by beautiful maids. But now he is a homeless beggar.

Lin Qingyuan was in a miserable state, and the guards accompanying him were even worse off. Several of them had frostbitten hands and feet, and their skin and flesh were ulcerated.

Seeing Song Liyun, Lin Qingyuan was in disbelief at first, but then he was overjoyed and rushed over from his horse, shouting, "Manager Song, why are you on the grassland? You must have come here specifically to wait for me! I knew you would understand my sincerity."

Song Liyun just felt depressed. How could she meet such a shameless person?

But at this time, there were so many people talking that he couldn't explain himself with just a few words. He could only say coldly, "Mr. Lin, if you keep talking nonsense, don't blame me for being rude."

Wu Dong and the others were all shocked and confused. They met this Master Lin who had just escaped from the Mida Valley on the road and brought him back, but they didn't expect that he was an acquaintance of Miss Song. From what he said... there were many inside stories that were inconvenient to tell.

After entering the grassland, Song Dekui already knew who Song Liyun's fiancée was, and he also knew why Song Liyun was anxious to find out about the developments in the Mida Valley.

Now that they couldn't get any news, the two were extremely worried, but it was dangerous to travel in the snow, so they could only wait.

Song Dekui was originally worried that the matter of the lucky bag would be difficult to conceal.

Now that so many people suddenly came, he had no chance to eat the dishes prepared by Xiao An and Aunt Yun.

Song Dekui felt a headache whenever he thought about it.

Now a jerk jumped out and started talking nonsense, which immediately made him furious.

How can a girl who is engaged allow others to ruin her reputation?

Before Song Liyun could get angry, Song Dekui kicked Lin Qingyuan.

After escaping death and seeing an acquaintance again, Lin Qingyuan was so excited that he was completely unprepared and was kicked to the ground by Song Dekui. Snow foam and grass residues covered his head and face.

Before he could struggle to get up, Song Dekui stepped on Lin Qingyuan's back, pointed at his nose and cursed: "Where did you come from, you vagrant scoundrel? You are spewing feces and slandering the innocence of others. Believe it or not, I will beat you to death with one punch!"

(End of this chapter)