Zhemao quickly cleaned up and then told Song Liyun about the origin of the bitter melon.
Song Liyun is now learning the Di language from Abu, and communicating with Zhemao is no longer a burden for her.
When Zhemao said that the bitter melon was picked from the Gobi Desert they had crossed before, Song Liyun nodded.
She walked that route on her way back from Kara Mountain, but back then it was covered in snow and looked no different from other places. Now she realizes it was soil that could grow watermelons.
Bitter melon was clearly not the main reason Zhe Mao came to Suijin Town.
After Abu left, Zhemao rubbed his hands together and said in a simple and honest manner, "The chieftain of Balin said that he would like to invite the young mistress to visit the Balin tribe when she has time. If she could bring some timber, that would be even better!"
"What exactly happened? Your tribe will stay in the valley from now on and won't need to migrate in the winter anymore. Is it because you haven't been able to transport enough feed during this period?"
Song Liyun misunderstood, thinking that Zhe Mao wanted fodder.
The Bahraini tribe planned to settle at the mouth of the valley, where the grasslands were not large enough to support the entire tribe.
During this period, in addition to having people cut grass from other places for storage, hay was also transported from Broken Gold Town.
When Zhemao heard Song Liyun's doubts about the lack of fodder, he quickly waved his hand and said, "The straw that was brought over is all piled up. It should be enough for the tribe's cattle to eat for half a month!"
Half a month... is obviously not enough for the long winter, but fortunately there is still plenty of time, and Wu Chao will send more straw over next.
Zhemao struggled for a while before finally explaining the situation.
Bahrain wants timber, or rather, firewood, and wants Song Liyun to bring some over.
It turns out that the Bahraini tribe wanted to hold a ceremony before Song Liyun's wedding.
It means to swear allegiance to Song Liyun and pass it down from generation to generation, becoming Song Liyun's private army tribe.
This is different from other vassal tribes later on. Basically, the Balin tribe was her private property, and its status was the same as that of the Uda tribe.
However, her status came at a price; the life and death of everyone in the Balin tribe was in her control, including the chieftain Balin himself.
Song Liyun was both amused and exasperated.
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