Chapter 259 Ling's Life Experience (Please vote and subscribe)
Youye rode over quickly. In just a short while, the strange man had shot down six wild ducks. He had almost used up his arrows. Seeing one of the strangers suddenly running over, he stopped shooting and just put an arrow on the bowstring, ready to guard against Youye's actions at any time. The man
did not stop Youye from approaching, and he drove away several sheepdogs that were circling around Youye. He was also very curious about the team in front of him. There were not many people, and there was no woman or sheepdog. The horses they rode also looked very strange. Moreover, there was only one person coming over, so he should not have any hostility, so the man also wanted to make contact with Youye.
Whoa - Youye stopped the horse under his crotch and said to the strange man.
"Hey, my friend, we want to use this clay pot to exchange for your dog. Is that okay? We also have white salt, which can also be used in exchange."
Youye said, while holding up a clay pot from his arms to show the man, and then pointed at the sheepdogs around him, and finally took out a small bag of white salt and threw it directly to the strange man.
The man reached out to catch the snakeskin bag thrown by Youye, shook it in his hand, and then opened it. He saw that it was full of pure white powder, which was something he had never seen before, so he looked up at Youye in confusion, wondering what he meant by giving him this.
The man looked up and looked at each other, which scared Youye. The pupils of this young stranger's eyes were actually light red, as if he had conjunctivitis, which made people look a little scared.
However, Youye was also a person who had traveled around with his eldest brother and had seen a lot of the world. He calmed down his mind, and then gestured to the man with a smile, indicating that he should taste the things in the bag.
The man was a little hesitant. This stranger brought something for him to eat, and it was something he had never seen before. Who knew if it was poisonous? He thought for a while, then pinched out some white salt, sniffed it with his nose, then bent down and called a sheepdog to sniff it.
The dog sniffed a few times with its nose, then licked it with its tongue, and suddenly it was salty. However, the salt was not much, so the sheepdog did not make any special reaction. It just squatted in front of its owner, panting with its tongue stretched out, looking up at its owner, waiting to be fed again.
The man looked at his dog, but there was no sign of poisoning, so he also licked the white salt in the bag with his tongue stretched out, and then he knew what was in the bag, so he immediately smiled at Youye.
The two of them talked for a while with gestures. Youye knew that the other party's name was "Ling", and Ling also knew what Youye meant. This group of people wanted to exchange white salt and pottery for their dog. To be honest, Ling was very tempted, but he couldn't agree.
It's not that he doesn't want to exchange, but these dogs are all raised by himself. Even if he agrees to Youye and the others, the dogs will not follow them obediently. This is common sense for all grassland people. A loyal dog will not serve two masters. This makes Ling feel very strange. Aren't these people a tribe on the grassland? Otherwise, how could they not have this common sense and come to him to propose such a deal.
Although Ling wanted the white salt and the pottery pot very much, he still threw the white salt to Youye, and then spread his hands, indicating that he had no other choice.
Youye was also helpless and had to ride his horse back in vain. The transaction was not reached. Ling also took his women and sheep and began to leave, preparing to find a place to camp.
After Youye went back and told his eldest brother about the situation, Youfu also frowned. It would soon be dark. Tonight, there were only 40 people on his side, but they had to take care of nearly a thousand cattle, horses and sheep. There was no solid sheepfold to protect them. After one night, it was unknown how much they would lose.
After thinking for a while, You Fu reacted immediately. Seeing Ling about to leave their sight, You Fu snatched the salt bag from You Ye's hand and chased after Ling's team.
"Eh? Big brother, where are you going?"
You Ye shouted from behind, but You Fu did not answer, and rode his horse wildly in the direction of Ling.
Ling's wife heard the sound of galloping horses from behind, and immediately called her husband. Ling turned around and saw that it was the same group of people from before, and this time it was just one person, so he stopped the team and waited for You Fu.
After You Fu came over, he threw the bag of salt into Ling's arms without saying a word, which made him a little puzzled.
"Friend, stay with us at night, let your dog help us look after the sheep, and this bag of white salt is yours, how about it, okay?"
You Fu was also forced by these shameless wolves and tigers, and the night was about to come, so he had no choice but to come up with such a solution.
When Ling understood what You Fu meant, he was also very happy and agreed immediately.
So, in this way, the two groups got together, found a relatively safe place as a campsite, and made a simple sheepfold with ropes and large nets around it, and drove the cattle, horses and sheep into it.
Everyone had dinner together, using the Han tribe's clay pot, stewing salted duck soup. Ling had never eaten this kind of food before, and they didn't have that much water. They only had a few sheepskin water bags with them, so they couldn't afford to stew soup. Besides, they didn't have a clay pot.
Ling and his three women, each holding a clay bowl, learned to eat meat and drink soup with chopsticks like Youfu and the others, and gradually became familiar with each other, and began to chat with Youfu using gestures.
It turned out that Ling didn't have a tribe. He originally came from a large tribe of seven or eight hundred people, but he was born with a pair of red eyes since he was a child, which was considered an ominous sign by the witch of the tribe. However, his mother was afraid that the tribe would find out, so she let him cover his eyes with his hair since he was a child, and rarely let him play with other children.
However, the truth could not be hidden. When Ling was fourteen years old, his red eyes were still discovered by the tribe. Some people in the tribe said they would kill him, while others didn't have the heart to kill him and said they would just drive him away.
Ling's mother naturally didn't want her son to be killed, so she had to agree to expel Ling from the tribe. However, his mother was still very good to him. Before leaving, she let Ling take away three dogs he had raised and a pony, and told Ling not to go too far.
For a period of time afterwards, Ling's mother secretly gave Ling a few sheep when she was out grazing. When she returned to the tribe, she reported to the leader that the sheep were taken away by wild wolves
. Such things happened from time to time, so the leader didn't suspect anything. In this way, the young Ling bid farewell to his mother in tears, rode his pony, took his three beloved dogs, and a few sheep, embarked on his wandering journey, and became a wild man, a grassland wild man, as the wanderers often said.
In the next few years, the young Ling kept wandering on the grassland. He made his own bow and arrow, practiced extraordinary archery, and caught a few wild horses. The number of sheep increased, reaching nearly a hundred. The three puppies he brought with him also became a group of more than 30 dogs after a few years of reproduction.
Ling's capital grew day by day, and as he grew older, he felt that he could support a family, so he went to some small tribes and exchanged his sheep for three women. Two years ago, his woman was already pregnant, and now he has two children, a boy and a girl, who are not even one year old. The third woman also got pregnant a few days ago, and now it's only four months, so the family is happy.
(End of this chapter)
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