No one wants to become a tattooed ugly monster, let alone such a beautiful and charming woman.
Jade and Amber knelt at Zhao Tinglei's feet, weeping incessantly, pleading that they did not want to become his concubine.
Zhao Tingduo's once handsome face had now turned into a fierce and menacing one.
Zhao Tinglei's expression shifted between light and dark. After a moment, he said, "You are not allowed to say anything more in front of the Third Young Master and Miss Song, especially you!"
He pointed at the trembling Aunt Li and said, "From now on, you are not allowed to step out of the courtyard for a year. The madam will be returning to the city soon, and you must hand over all your affairs to the accounting department."
Concubine Li is currently his most satisfying concubine, so it would be a waste to kill her directly; he'll lock her up and let her cool off for now.
Aunt Li's face instantly turned ashen. She bit her lip, not daring to speak. Being confined to her quarters for a year was worse than death.
Zhao Tinglei then glanced at the two maids beside him, who were crying their eyes out, and said indifferently, "Tonight, let Jade serve you in bed!"
He was a little angry. Since his third brother didn't understand his good intentions and didn't want these women, he would enjoy them himself and wait for his third brother to regret it.
Jade's crying stopped instantly, and a blush crept onto her cheeks. Aunt Li's despair instantly turned to her feet.
She knew she had completely fallen out of favor!
Young and beautiful women are like spring flowers, you can't pick them all!
After leaving Anhua Academy, Song Liyun felt refreshed and invigorated.
She was also somewhat surprised by Zhao Tingduo's attitude.
Although there was no righteous refusal, but rather a conditional acceptance, it didn't seem as poetic as one might imagine.
Song Liyun still felt that Zhao Tingduo was already an "honest" and good man in this era.
Instead of blocking, Zhao Tingduo stated his conditions and also expressed his attitude towards "taking a concubine".
In any case, the reputation of being a jealous woman is now firmly established. If Zhao Tingduo wants to marry someone else in the future, she'll have to think about the consequences.
Even if Zhao Tinglei were to send several more imperial gifts, he would still have to get past this hurdle first.
For men of status and position, as long as young women exist in the world, they cannot resist this temptation.
If, under such harsh conditions, the girls were still willing to flock to her as "concubines," Song Liyun would no longer find fault with them and could only admire them from the bottom of her heart; that would probably be true love.
Having abandoned her two maids, Zhao Tingduo seemed to have dropped two burdens, a smile playing on her lips.
The city is not peaceful right now, and Zhao Tingduo doesn't want to wander around outside.
After a brief stay in Hecheng, he would return to the Mida River Valley as soon as possible.
It's already March, and in a few days it will be the Uda tribe's spring livestock migration.
He needs to reorganize the small tribes that have submitted to the Uda tribe several more times, and then allocate grassland to each tribe.
In the spring, wolves that have been starving all winter pose a great threat to sheep that have also been starving all winter.
Zhao Tingduo also needs to lead the cavalry to patrol their own vast grassland.
Besides driving away the wolf packs, the main purpose was to ensure the safety of each tribe and prevent them from being plundered by bandits.
In addition, he had another task: to prepare a luxurious tent of the highest standard on the banks of the Mida River, to create a comfortable home for the two to get married at the end of the year.
The greater the ability, the greater the power, and the greater the pressure that comes with it.
The two of them see each other less and less, and now they just want to talk to each other alone.
So Song Liyun accompanied him as they strolled slowly along the covered walkway in the courtyard of the garrison commander's residence.
“Ah Yun, the woman Yun from your courtyard has been sent back to Suijin Town. She told Shitou to live a good life in the tribe.”
Zhao Tingduo recounted all the things that Song Liyun was concerned about.
On the vast grassland, the scene of a mother and child reuniting is naturally easy to imagine.
The two embraced and wept bitterly until they finally stopped. Yun Niangzi did not talk about what kind of life she had lived after being kidnapped, but only inquired about her son's hardships.
Knowing that Zhao San, who had been tricked into becoming a slave soldier in the grasslands, had taken good care of her son, Yun Niangzi almost knelt down and kowtowed in gratitude.
At this point, Zhao Tingduo clicked his tongue twice: "This Zhao San said that someone told them that the Di Lu grasslands were full of jewels, so they came. Aren't they afraid of being ripped off and eaten as a snack!"
Song Liyun chuckled. "Lust is a knife above one's head, and greed is an even more ruthless rope. If no one is binding your legs, you'll go."
If the grasslands were truly overflowing with jewels that could be exchanged for money, why would the Di tribe risk their lives to steal grain every year?
It's obvious who said these things; it's related to the Qi family.
After talking about Yun Niangzi and Shi Tou, Zhao Tingduo hesitated for a moment before asking, "You said back then that we could set up a wind-powered waterwheel to irrigate fertile fields on the grassland. Was that true?"
Song Liyun's eyes lit up. She had said that before, when she was repairing the water truck at the cardboard box factory.
"There is water in the Mida River, so theoretically it is feasible to use windmills to pump water for irrigation!"
Zhao Tingduo clapped her hands excitedly: "There are several miles of valley on both sides of the Mida River Valley. I want to find someone to dig ditches to bring water, so that we can plant grass, raise sheep, and grow a crop of grain."
That's a good idea, but whether it will succeed... nobody knows, since nobody has ever cleared land and grown grain on the Dilu grasslands.
Song Liyun, however, was quite confident.
She discovered during a trip to the grasslands before the Lunar New Year that the Dilu Grassland was not all the endless green grass she had imagined.
At least within the area from Suijin Town to Mida River Valley, there are large areas of Gobi desert.
Moreover, the summer temperature there is high, and if there is water, it is enough to grow crops for a whole season.
The several rivers that traverse the grassland have varying water volumes; some are turbulent and prone to flooding in the summer.
There are only trickling streams that meander through the grass, forming a wetland, which is a natural pasture.
The Xuri Grassland has a river even larger than the Mida River, making the grass lush and the cattle and sheep able to graze without having to move around.
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