Lin Qingyuan had barely finished speaking when someone retorted, "You're the one worrying unnecessarily. Go to sleep!"
Balin and Song Dekui walked out from behind Song Liyun.
The two men were carrying a log.
Song Dekui's face was covered in snow foam. He yelled at Lin Qingyuan, "Are you blind?! Didn't you see Xiaoyun was trying to find a solution?"
Lin Qingyuan tilted his head back and said with a half-smile, "Song Dekui, if you want to have a good life in the future, you'd better be polite to me."
Don't forget, I'm Manager Song's partner. You'll be relying on me for a living from now on. Heh, if you make me unhappy, I'll make you regret it, you damned castrator!
He and Song Liyun had already reached an agreement that they would have a lot of business dealings in the future.
As Song Liyun's confidant, Song Dekui would certainly have to take charge of and manage various businesses.
If Lin Qingyuan deliberately makes things difficult for him, he will suffer.
Before Song Liyun could speak up to mediate between the two, Song Dekui jumped up and said, "You're something else. You dare to say you'll make things difficult for me before we've even started? Well then, I'll be ready to play along to the end. I'm a castrator who specializes in serving livestock."
Lin Qingyuan was furious. He bent down, grabbed a handful of snow mixed with sand and dirt, and threw it at the person in front of him.
Song Dekui, carrying the log, couldn't dodge in time and was hit squarely in the face, instantly turning white.
"Hahaha!" Lin Qingyuan laughed so hard he almost fell over.
"You little bastard, just you wait!"
Song Dekui spat out the mud in his mouth, dropped the wood, and rushed towards Lin Qingyuan.
The two immediately rolled around on the ground and started fighting like naughty children.
Song Liyun shook her head, feeling both amused and exasperated.
Everyone was anxious about being trapped here, but Song Dekui and Lin Qingyuan had some unconventional ways of dealing with their anxiety.
Two days after arriving at Kara Mountain, Balin and his group braved the snow to run outside. The snow was knee-deep, and the horses were sweating profusely, but they still couldn't find the Uda tribe's camp.
No other traces of activity were found.
This is both a good thing and a bad thing. It means that the Dongyue tribes have not yet arrived, and it is also possible that the Wuda tribe is on the other side of the mountain and has not yet discovered them.
Horses can't go out, and people can't stay confined and still, so she thought she'd make a sled today and ski out to see the world.
When it came to carpentry, Song Liyun was stumped.
The Di people of Balin and other ethnic groups are skilled horse riders; they can eat, drink, relieve themselves, and sleep on horseback, but they don't know how to carve wood.
Among Lin Qingyuan's guards, there was someone who knew carpentry.
On the third day, the snow still hadn't stopped, but it gradually lessened.
In such an environment, let alone outsiders attacking the tribe, the tribe itself is probably already facing a snow disaster crisis.
Song Liyun's sleds are also ready, a total of four.
She and Song Dekui each used one pair, and Balin could barely glide as he was going to travel with the messenger.
Unexpectedly, the other spot was taken by Lin Qingyuan, who was the best skater among Song Dekui and Balin.
After arranging for people to guard the camp, Lao Qian and his men cut down more trees and made more sleds, and Song Liyun and the other three went skiing.
Song Liyun guessed correctly. This sudden heavy snow not only trapped her, but also caused anxiety and unease among people everywhere on the Dilu Grassland.
Two days' journey from Kara Mountain, smoke billowed from a cluster of low tents.
As dawn broke, Ping Shan, wearing a sheepskin robe, bent down and emerged from the tent.
Emerging from the warmer place, the dense snowflakes outside blurred his vision, and he nearly plunged headfirst into the piled-up snow wall.
Ping Shan, his face grim, roared in a gruff voice, "Where have all the people gone? Who's going to clear this snow? You lazy mules, I'm going to skin you alive!"
As he shouted, the tent flap next to him was lifted, and seven or eight men ran out, their heads the only thing visible.
As soon as they stepped from the warm tent into the icy snow, their heads were immediately enveloped in white steam.
"Chief of Pingshan, we didn't sleep at all last night; we were just piling snow on the ground," someone explained cautiously, bowing slightly.
Ping Shan ignored him completely, pulled out a leather whip from his waist, and started whipping him across the face, cursing as he did so: "You pigs of the Wu Dynasty, all you do is eat and sleep all day long. Who gave you permission to sleep? You should be constantly clearing the snow."
Those men lowered their heads, not daring to hide, and could only let the whips lash them until they bled profusely.
Seeing the blood made Ping Shan feel a little better, but he still kicked the first person in front of him over before he was done: "If I see any of you slacking off again, none of you will live."
After saying that, he went to relieve himself downwind.
The Wu Dynasty men didn't dare to utter a sound. They silently helped the man who had fallen to the ground up, and then said through gritted teeth in a low voice, "These barbarians, what does the defeat of the Dongyue tribe have to do with us? They want to take their anger out on us brothers. We work every day, and now they're looking for excuses to beat people up."
The person they were helping was no pushover either; he had thick eyebrows, big eyes, a face full of acne scars, and a fierce look in his eyes.
He first gestured for everyone to be quiet, then looked around at the surrounding tents and saw that the curtains were swaying, knowing that someone was eavesdropping behind them. So he raised his voice slightly and said, "Let's get to work! Chief Pingshan has taken us in to live in the tribe, providing us with food and shelter. We should be grateful."
As soon as he finished speaking, all the curtains were drawn. Zhang Qishan grinned, wiping away the blood that had trickled down to the corners of his eyes, revealing a sinister smile.
They were from the Wu Dynasty, but they were not slaves; they came willingly.
Five years ago, they kidnapped several hundred strong young men from Suijin Town and sold them to the grasslands, earning a large sum of money.
He spent some money to bribe the upper echelons of the Dongyue tribe and obtained the status of a long-term resident guest in the tribe for protection.
The group of men lived a carefree and leisurely life, indulging in delicious food and drinks at the Xuyang Grassland where the Di royal court was located, and sleeping with hot Di women in their arms.
However, since the strength of the Dongyue tribe was greatly reduced and it split into two, Abuli led a part of his tribe to the Mida River Valley.
The group of Zhang Qishan who followed them began to have a hard time. Not only did they lose their luxurious lifestyle, but they also faced life-or-death situations.
After being attacked by the Wuda army in the first round, Zhang Qishan, seeing that the situation was not good, led his men to flee.
They found the Pingshan tribe, which was relatively powerful, and sent them another sum of money.
He thought he would be treated like a distinguished guest, but to his surprise, not only were all his valuables confiscated, but he was also assigned to the lowest-ranking slave unit.
Now he has been sent to Kara Mountain to find the headquarters of the Uda army.
Once found.
According to the rules of the Di people, the victor could freely enjoy the women and wealth of the Uda tribe, and naturally, he could indulge in a period of debauchery.
If they fail... Zhang Qishan has already decided that he will not fight to the death; he will take the opportunity to escape.
Now that the Huangsha River is frozen over, you can walk back to Suijin Town along the river.
Five years ago, Broken Gold Town must have fallen into ruin. Life might be a little tough, but it's still better than sharing a tent with these stinky Di barbarians.
Now that I still have some silver notes left, as long as things aren't too bad, I could easily sneak back into Qili County and find my old brothers to have some fun.
In any case, conquering the Wuda tribe was Zhang Qishan's last chance to change his fate.
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