Chapter 301 Redstone Tribe
Song Dekui was a very friendly person, and his words were very interesting. Just a few words made the two sons of the Jiang family, who were originally awkward and reserved around strangers, relax and laugh.
The three men became intimate with each other, and the son of the Jiang family even talked about how good it was to have a Di girl as a wife.
Jiang Xiaoni shyly asked Song Liyun what kind of beautiful floral fabrics were available in town.
Song Liyun had only heard half of the situation on the grassland when her heart ached.
The Red Stone Tribe living in Hungry Wolf Beach said that the Mida Valley is in chaos!
How chaotic is this?
Will there be rivers of blood, or will everyone become slaves?
Are Ashi and the others okay?
She wanted to ask more questions, but now Jiang Xiaoni was pestering her about the flowered cloth, so she had no choice but to give her the small purse hanging on her waist.
Anyway, this was given to me by Madam Yun before I left. It was a brooch purse made by the women in the village. It was made with thick needles and large threads and was not considered exquisite.
She bought them at the town market for three cents each, and there were plenty of them, which made it convenient for her to pack things to give as gifts.
Jiang Xiaoni is getting married, so just consider it a gift from yourself.
When Jiang Xiaoni saw the bright red new purse Song Liyun gave her, her face suddenly turned red with excitement.
The two Di wives were also very envious of the bright purses, so Song Liyun gave each of them a colorful string necklace to make it easier for them to wear jewelry.
When the three aunts and sisters-in-law went aside to look at their gifts, Song Liyun fell into anxiety.
She had experienced the chaos at the beginning of the apocalypse, the fights between bases for supplies and population, and knew the cruelty of battle.
If she had not gone to the grassland and had not heard about the conflict in the Mida Valley from other people, Song Liyun could still quietly wait for news from the garrison in her busy life in Suijin Town.
But when she actually saw the escaped tribe, she was worried about A Shi A Bu and Ma Qi, so Yuquan became anxious.
With the guidance of the Red Stone Tribe from the Mida Valley, she had the opportunity to go into the grassland and take a look.
Early the next morning, Song Liyun handed a letter to Lao Jiangtou and asked him to deliver it to Weibao after she left.
Song Zhenping's leg injury has passed the most dangerous period and he just needs to recuperate slowly.
Han Ming takes care of all the things at home, so they can be done without me.
Song Liyun knew that if she entered the battlefield alone, it would not be a sign of deep love, but would only cause trouble and seek death.
Not only will it be of no help, but it will also put your life in danger.
She just wanted to find the escaped tribes on the outskirts of the Mida Valley, buy furs for business, and inquire about the news inside.
So, under the guidance of the eldest brother of the Jiang family, Song Liyun went to find the Red Stone Tribe living on the gravel beach.
The Red Stone Tribe is really small, with only six or seven yurts in total.
There was a semicircular felt roof and wicker walls covered with felt blankets. Song Liyun bent down and went in.
Cow dung was burning in the fire pit, and the warm air filled the dark yurt with a strong fishy smell, which made Song Liyun sneeze unexpectedly.
This is the authentic nomadic style.
During the few days I stayed in the yurt at the mouth of the Huangsha River Valley, the comfort in every aspect was comparable to that of a modern resort.
She could see that it was Zhao Tingduo's habit to take care of herself in all aspects.
In the adult world, no amount of sweet words can compare to daily care and consideration.
At this moment, unknowingly, Song Liyun's favorability towards Zhao Tingduo increased again.
The Hongshi tribe is just an ordinary small tribe. Because they intermarried with people from the Wu Dynasty, the clan leaders there can speak the Wu Dynasty language.
The patriarch was a skinny old man with a big beard, a turban wrapped around his head, and slit eyes like an eagle under his thick eyebrows.
The fierce sunshine and four-season sandstorms on the grassland have left traces of time on his face.
After hearing the introduction from the eldest brother of the Jiang family, he was very surprised to see that a little girl like Song Liyun dared to go to the Di tribe to sell furs.
Some people also disapproved, thinking that what could a girl do? She could only cause trouble.
When he looked at Song Dekui's thin body again, he could no longer hide the contempt in his eyes.
The Di tribe only respected men who could lasso horses and pull bows. The man and woman from Wu Chao were not even considered a merchant caravan, so he was not in a good mood.
However, the person was brought by the head of the Jiang family, and this was under the nose of the Zhenbei Army.
If he treated someone from the Zuiwu Dynasty, he would be driven out of the area or even killed by the army, so he still had to be polite on the surface.
But as soon as the head of the Jiang family left, he didn't want to be polite to the two young men anymore. He sat down on the old wool felt, pretending to know nothing, waiting for the small caravan of only two people to salute him.
Song Liyun entered the yurt and cast a disdainful glance at the stained carpet beside her. Then she looked at the old man who was sitting still. She did not bend down, but stood straight and snorted coldly, "Red Stone Man, is this how you Di people treat your guests?"
The Red Stone Man glanced at Song Liyun and Song Dekui, stroked his tangled beard, and said in a stiff Wu Chao dialect, "Entertaining guests? That depends on what kind of guests they are. Although the Red Stone Tribe is small, it is not to be fooled easily.
You girl say you are a caravan, but you don’t have horses to pull the carts, you don’t have guys to carry the work, and you don’t even have bodyguards with swords. What kind of caravan is it?
How dare you, with your delicate skin and tender flesh, come to the grassland? Can you withstand the strong wind?"
The caravan travels on the grassland all year round. If there is a strong wind, even the cattle may be blown away, let alone such a delicate girl.
What caravan? I'm afraid it's just that pampered girl looking for an excuse to go out and have fun on the grassland.
This is the trick that the wealthy families like to play.
Although he had never encountered such a thing, he heard about it when he interacted with other tribes in the Mida Valley.
Song Dekui used to be a market dweller, and he had seen all sorts of faces and mouths. He didn't care about the ridicule on the red stone at all. He chuckled and said, "Headmaster, we in the Wu Dynasty have a saying: if you haven't seen something yourself, don't speculate. Maybe you're just chasing after sheep's butts all day, and your knowledge is as short as theirs."
"You..." The withered old man was so angry that his eyes widened: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you right away?"
Song Liyun raised her chin, looking proud and said, "You dare not!"
This is the border of the Wu Dynasty. If anything happens to me, this tribe will be exterminated.
She didn't want to show off, but A Shi said that the Di people were different from the Wu Dynasty, they didn't like to show weakness.
Because the weak are not suitable for survival on the grassland.
In a herd of cattle, wolves always target the weakest one.
People in the tribe will also bully cowards.
Hearing Song Liyun's domineering "I dare not", the red stone man held his breath. He really didn't dare, but he couldn't give in like this.
"You are not a caravan, you are here to deliberately humiliate my Redstone Tribe. We do not welcome you!"
The old man was so angry that he jumped up and took the machete hanging next to him.
Before he could even pretend to take it down, Song Dekui had already taken out a paper package from the cardboard box he was holding and threw it to the ground, saying casually, "Hey! It seems that we can't exchange our things for goods! So let's just throw it away! You don't want it anyway."
“Bang!”
The paper bag fell to the ground, and the contents scattered all over the floor... It was white powder, and some leaf-like things.
Seeing the white powder clearly, the withered old man stiffened, his eyes widened, and he rushed over with a cry: "Salt, the salt is all spilled!"
(End of this chapter)
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