Qiu Yan then realized that she had been staring at Vera's monk's robes for a long time, and couldn't help but smile at him to cover up her embarrassment.
She had only ever seen such an outfit in murals, and seeing it on a real person now inevitably made her take a second look.
Qin Susu hummed an unknown tune leisurely, "Sigh, I've seen so many rough men, even a strange monk seems handsome to me."
Qiu Yan... she truly didn't know what words to use to describe Qin Susu.
She can be timid and shy at times, and bold and forthright at others.
Unbeknownst to them, they had arrived at a poplar forest.
The group dismounted from their camels and began to rest.
Qiu Yan released a signal arrow to find out if Ling Qi and Ling Ba were nearby.
However, no response was received.
The men set up a simple tent nearby, while the three women, including Ap, began to build a pot stand.
Qiu Yan and Qin Susu helped gather some poplar branches and started a fire.
Flames burned, and the women began to cook some strange porridge.
Qiu Yan couldn't understand, so she asked Vera what the porridge they were making was called.
Vera explained that this is called a manta.
It is a mixture of milk, curd, water or melted butter and dry wheat flour.
Because of Vera's broken Chinese, Qiu Yan only understood half of it.
But I also roughly know the composition of manta jelly.
Manta biscuits were delicious with the compressed biscuits.
Although Qiu Yan and her companion weren't used to the food, they were glad there was food at all.
In other words, without these Indians, their situation would have been completely different.
She wondered if Ling Qi and Ling Ba had crossed this desert.
Without knowing the facts, it's easy to go astray.
Qiu Yan had a gut feeling that they had gone astray earlier.
During the meal, through Vera's introduction, Qiu Yan learned that the slightly plump woman in her fifties was named Tamu.
The woman, who had a round face and a slim waist, and was in her thirties, was named Singh.
Of course, these are all pronunciations they perceive themselves to be.
"Apu, Singh, Tamu," Qin Susu greeted the three of them one by one.
Oh no, she felt like she couldn't even straighten her tongue anymore.
After finishing her meal, Vera sat cross-legged on the spot and began to read the scriptures attentively.
Qin Susu, out of curiosity, leaned closer to take a look, and then jumped up in surprise.
The scripture was written in a very peculiar way.
Qiu Yan glanced at it; it was densely packed, and she couldn't understand it at all.
She guessed it might be Sanskrit.
But this is just speculation.
After all, she wasn't a history student.
Moreover, the ancient environment she lived in differed from her understanding of history.
“Master Vera, your language is strange, and your writing is even stranger.” Qin Susu felt that their writing was much more pleasing to the eye, with its straight lines and even strokes.
Vera smiled and continued reading his scriptures.
“If we don’t speak the same language, our writing systems will naturally be different too,” Qiu Yan said in a low voice, pulling Qin Susu a little further away.
"Do not disturb Master Vera."
"Oh." Qin Susu stuck out her tongue.
After resting for about half an hour, they began to walk.
Another long and arduous journey...
After a long walk, in the middle of the afternoon, an oasis finally appeared ahead.
After gazing at the monotonous endless yellow sand for so long, Qin Susu suddenly saw a large oasis and shouted excitedly.
Those around her, seeing how excited she was, couldn't help but suppress their laughter.
Qiu Yan has been assimilated; no matter what Qin Susu does, she doesn't find it strange.
Above the oasis, their exhausted horses, suffering from persistent dry coughs, were also overly excited. They immediately set off on all fours, galloping wildly across the oasis and beginning to greedily gnaw on the tender green grass.
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