Song Dekui was a very approachable person, and he was also very funny. In just a few words, he made the two Jiang family sons, who were originally awkward and reserved in front of strangers, relax and burst into laughter.
The three men immediately became affectionate, and Jiang's son even talked about how wonderful it would be to have a Di girl as a wife.
Jiang Xiaoni asked Song Liyun shyly what kind of pretty floral fabrics were available in town.
Song Liyun's heart clenched after hearing only half of the situation on the grassland.
The Red Stone tribe, who live in Hungry Wolf Beach, said that the Mida River Valley is in complete chaos!
How exactly is it chaotic?
Rivers of blood, or all of them becoming slaves?
How are Ah Shi and the others?
She wanted to ask more questions, but Jiang Xiaoni was pestering her about the floral fabric, so she had no choice but to give her the small purse hanging from her waist.
Anyway, this was given to me by Yun Niangzi before I left. It was a purse made by the village women, with coarse needles and thick thread, and it wasn't very delicate.
She bought them for three coins each at the town market; she had a lot, so it would be convenient for her to pack things and give them away.
Jiang Xiaoni is getting married, so consider this a gift from me.
When Jiang Xiaoni saw Song Liyun give her a bright red new purse, her face immediately turned bright red with excitement.
The two Di women were also very envious of the bright purse, so Song Liyun gave each of them a colorful thread to make it easier for them to wear jewelry.
While the three women, sisters-in-law and aunt, went to look at their gifts, Song Liyun fell into anxiety.
She experienced the chaos of the early post-apocalyptic world and the struggles between bases for resources and population, and knew the cruelty of battle.
If she didn't go to the grasslands and hear about the conflict in the Mida River Valley from other people, Song Liyun could still quietly wait for news from the garrison while busy in Suijin Town.
But now that she had actually seen the tribe that had escaped, she was still thinking about Ashi, Abu, and Granny Qi, and Yuquan's heart became anxious.
With guidance from the Red Stone tribe from the Mida River Valley, she had the opportunity to go and see the grasslands.
The next morning, Song Liyun handed a letter to Old Jiang, asking 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 rest and recover.
Han Ming takes care of everything at home; he can manage without me.
Song Liyun knew that her solo entry into the battlefield was not out of deep affection, but rather a recipe for disaster.
Not only will it not be of any help, it will also endanger your life.
She only wanted to find the tribes that had escaped on the outskirts of the Mida Valley, to buy their furs and do business while gathering information about what was inside.
So, guided by the eldest son of the Jiang family, Song Liyun went to find the Red Stone Tribe, who lived in the Gobi Desert.
Redstone Village is really small, with only six or seven yurts in total.
The tent had a semi-circular roof and willow walls covered with felt blankets. Song Liyun bent over and crawled inside.
The fire pit was burning cow dung, and the warm air filled the dark yurt with a strong, fishy smell, which caught Song Liyun off guard and made her sneeze.
This is the authentic nomadic culture.
The few days I stayed in the yurt at the mouth of the Huangsha River Valley were as comfortable as being in a modern resort.
She could tell that Zhao Tingduo took good care of her habits in every way.
In the adult world, no amount of sweet words can compare to everyday thoughtfulness.
At this moment, without realizing it, Song Liyun's affection for Zhao Tingduo increased once again.
The Red Stone tribe was just an ordinary small tribe. Because they intermarried with the Wu Dynasty people, their chieftain could also speak the Wu Dynasty language.
The clan chief was a gaunt old man with a full beard, a turban, and slit-like eyes like those of a hawk beneath his thick eyebrows.
The fierce sun and the sandstorms of the four seasons on the grassland have etched deep marks of time on his face.
After hearing the eldest son of the Jiang family's introduction, he was very surprised to see that a young girl like Song Liyun dared to go to the Di tribe to sell furs.
Some were skeptical, thinking that girls could only cause trouble.
When they looked at Song Dekui's stick-like figure again, they could no longer hide their contempt.
The Di tribe respected only men who could harness horses and draw bows, and Wu Chao and his woman weren't even considered part of a merchant caravan, so he didn't give them a friendly look.
However, the person was brought by the eldest son of the Jiang family, and this was right under the nose of the Zhenbei Army.
If you offend the people of the Wu Dynasty, you will be driven out of this area, or even killed by the army. At least you will be polite on the surface.
But once the eldest son of the Jiang family left, he didn't want to be polite to the two young men. He sat casually on the old woolen felt, pretending not to know anything, and waited for the small caravan of only two people to bow to him.
Song Liyun entered the yurt, glanced disdainfully at the dirty carpet beside her, then looked at the old man sitting motionless. She didn't bend down, but stood straight, and snorted coldly: "Red Stone Man, is this how your Di tribe treats its guests?"
The Red Stone Man glanced at Song Liyun and Song Dekui, stroked his messy beard, and said in stiff Wuchao dialect, "Hospitality? It depends on the guests. Although the Red Stone Tribe is small, it is not something that can be easily fooled. You, a young girl, say you are a merchant caravan. With your delicate skin, you dare to come to the grassland. Can you withstand the strong winds?"
The caravan traveled across the grasslands year-round. When a strong wind blew, even a herd of cattle could be blown away, let alone a delicate young girl like her.
They're talking about a caravan; it's probably just some pampered girl finding an excuse to go on a trip to the grasslands.
This is the kind of trick that wealthy families like to play.
Although he had never encountered such a thing himself, he had heard about it when he was in the Mida River Valley and interacted with other tribes.
Song Dekui used to frequent the market and had seen all sorts of faces. He didn't care about the mockery on the red stone at all. He chuckled and said, "Chief, we have a saying in our Wu Dynasty: don't speculate about things you haven't seen yourself. Maybe you're just chasing after sheep's tails all day long, and your knowledge is as short as a sheep's tail."
"You..." The withered old man was so angry at his words that his eyes widened: "Aren't you afraid I'll kill you right now?"
Song Liyun raised her chin, her face full of arrogance: "You wouldn't dare!"
This is the border of the Wu Dynasty. If anything happens to me, this tribe will be wiped out.
She didn't want to make a fuss, but A-Shi had said that the Di people were different from the Wu Dynasty; they didn't like to show weakness.
Because the weak are not suited to survive on the grasslands.
In a herd of cattle, wolves always prey on the weakest one.
People in the tribe will bully cowards just the same way.
Upon hearing Song Liyun's domineering "I dare not," the Red Stone Man immediately held his breath. He truly dared not, but he couldn't back down like that either.
"You are not a caravan; you have come here deliberately to humiliate my Redstone tribe. We do not welcome you!"
The old man was furious and jumped up to grab the curved knife hanging nearby.
Before he could even pretend to take it down, Song Dekui had already taken a paper package from the cardboard box he was holding and casually tossed it on the ground, saying nonchalantly, "Sigh! Looks like we can't get any goods even if we have something! Let's just throw it away! You don't care anyway."
"Smack!"
The paper package fell to the ground, and its contents were scattered all over the place... It was white powder, along with some leaf-like things.
Upon seeing the white powder, the withered old man froze, his eyes widened, and he rushed over with a cry of "Ouch!": "Salt, the salt has all been spilled!"
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