According to the custom of the Di tribe, after moving to the winter pasture at the beginning of winter, they need to wait until the snow melts in the following spring before moving to the summer pasture.
If cattle and sheep are frequently forced to travel long distances in the wind and snow, expending a lot of energy, many weak animals will not survive the long winter.
The camp should not be moved unless absolutely necessary.
A night of wind and snow passed.
By daybreak the next day, the snow had not stopped, and the snow on the windward side of the wooden wall had piled up to a meter high.
Song Dekui, wrapped in a leather hat, stood on the cart frame and used a wooden stick to scrape the snow off the roof.
He talked all night yesterday, his throat was dry, and he finalized a deal for ten houses. I hope he doesn't ruin his reputation by making a mess of things.
Balin and Wudong were busy tending to the horses, as they were sending someone back through the snow to report the situation to Guangbao.
This place is only two days' journey from the border of the Wu Dynasty.
To prevent the Di tribe from suddenly attacking the border residents, the movements of all tribes must be reported to the Zhenbei Military Guard.
Balin sent two people back, while Wu Dong sent away the troublemaker Da Xing.
Although he apologized, Boss Song's eyes still held a knife in them when he looked at Da Xing.
Song Liyun showed no sign of leaving.
She has plenty of food and charcoal, and her horse has ample fodder and a prefab house to live in. Whether she braves the snow to return to the garrison or goes to the tribe in Bahrain, it's better to stay here.
Moreover, she also needed to find the relocated tribes as soon as the snow stopped.
After breakfast, the three messengers rode off on horseback through the snow to return home.
Wu Dong and Balin, among others, stayed behind.
Wu Dong not only received Xiao Zongqi's military order to escort Song Liyun, but he was also a sentry in the garrison, and monitoring the movements of the grassland was his job.
After chatting with Song Dekui all night, Balin realized that Song Liyun was capable, and his words and actions became more respectful.
No wonder a seemingly delicate girl dared to enter the grasslands with only a servant and a carriage.
Not only was he skilled in martial arts, but he also had the backing of two military garrisons and was the owner of workshops and shops.
Boss Song once said that the Song family owned a food workshop, a paper mill, a leather goods shop, a restaurant, and a cattle and sheep trading business, making them a veritable god of wealth.
Wu Dong and Balin led their men, braving the heavy snow, to investigate along the direction of the migrating tribe.
They were worried that the heavy snowfall would completely cover up the traces they had left behind.
Only one Di ethnic minority member remained in the prefab house to guard the camp.
Song Liyun carried a bucket of water laced with medicine into the stable.
Song Dekui was grooming the old horse's coat when he saw Song Liyun bring in water. He walked over and said, "Now the horse can eat snow and dry grass outside. You have to conserve 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 present, Song Liyun's "treasure bag" cannot be exposed.
Having more people has both advantages and disadvantages; the food and water that were originally stored in the space are now inconvenient to take out at will.
If we rely entirely on the carriages pulled by Juqing, there will be problems.
The space in a carriage is limited, and the strength of a single horse is also limited, so the only solution is to expand the caravan.
Song Lingyun gave the three horses water mixed with biological agents to drink, and then said to Song Dekui, "Uncle Kui, don't worry. We have three horses, so we'll use them to carry goods. We'll also lengthen and widen the carriage, hehe! The carriage will be big enough to hold a mountain."
Song De Kui was still a little confused, but he laughed and said, "What do you mean? A mountain? That's just a lucky bag."
A giant lucky bag on the go!
Song Liyun had been thinking about this problem ever since she met up with Balin and the others.
In the future, there will be more and more people around me, and fewer and fewer opportunities to act alone.
She could only create a large treasure chest for herself, requiring a horse team with extraordinary strength to provide ample storage space and transport capacity.
After administering the strengthening agent to Lao Ma, Song Liyun observed that Lao Ma was noticeably more energetic and in high spirits, showing no signs of acclimatization problems.
From now on, she will prepare to feed Juqing and Zaohongma as well.
Because it doesn't require turning horses into prehistoric muscle monsters, very little medicine is used, enough to raise a hundred or so ferocious tanks.
The snow fell intermittently, sometimes heavily and sometimes lightly, but it never stopped.
The Di people in the prefab house didn't understand the Wu Dynasty language. Song Liyun could only communicate with them by gesturing. Apart from knowing that his name was Dalu, she couldn't get any other information from him.
Song Liyun pulled at her hair in worry. She needed to learn the Di language as soon as possible, otherwise communication would be a problem when she encountered Di tribes.
Wu Dong and his group went out in the morning and did not return all day. It wasn't until dark that the group returned in a disheveled state.
They were exhausted and looked wretched.
What surprised Song Liyun the most was that Wu Dong had come with a group of seven or eight people, carrying large and small bags.
Song Liyun looked at Lin Qingyuan, who was unshaven, had tangled hair, wore a dirty leather robe, and was dark-skinned and thin, and could hardly believe her eyes.
The young master Lin I met at Tianxiang Tower was a dashing and debonair gentleman, dressed in fine clothes and surrounded by beautiful maids. But now he is a refugee and beggar.
Lin Qingyuan was in a sorry state, and his guards were in even worse shape; several of them had frostbite on their hands and feet, and their skin was festering.
Upon seeing Song Liyun, Lin Qingyuan was initially incredulous before even dismounting, but then overjoyed. He leaped from his horse and shouted, "Manager Song, what are you doing on the grassland? Did you come here specifically to wait for me? I knew you would understand my sincere feelings!"
Song Liyun felt heartbroken; how could she have run into such a shameless person?
But with so many people around, there was no way to defend oneself in just a few words. All one could do was say coldly, "Young Master Lin, if you continue to spout nonsense, don't blame me for being impolite."
Wu Dong and the others were all surprised and suspicious. They had brought this young master Lin, who had just escaped from the Mida River Valley, back after they met him on the road. But they didn't expect him to be an acquaintance of Miss Song. Judging from what he said... there were many other things that were inconvenient to say.
After entering the grassland, Song Dekui already knew who Song Liyun's fiancé was and why Song Liyun was so eager to find out about the situation in the Mida River Valley.
The two were extremely worried because they had no news, but traveling in the snow was dangerous, so they could only wait.
Song Dekui was already worried that the matter of the lucky bag would be difficult to conceal.
Now that so many people have suddenly arrived, he no longer has the chance to eat the dishes prepared by Xiao An and Aunt Yun.
Song Dekui's head ached just thinking about it.
Now some scoundrel jumps out and spouts nonsense, which immediately makes me furious.
A girl who is engaged will not tolerate anyone ruining her reputation.
Before Song Liyun could get angry, Song Dekui had already kicked Lin Qingyuan.
Having narrowly escaped death and encountered an acquaintance, Lin Qingyuan was still in a daze and completely unprepared when Song Dekui kicked him to the ground, smearing his head and face with snow and grass clippings.
Before he could struggle to his feet, Song Dekui stomped on Lin Qingyuan's back, pointed at his nose and cursed, "Where did this vagrant scoundrel come from, spewing filth and defaming people's reputations? Believe me or not, I'll punch you to death!"
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