Even though it was just a cow's leg, Fang Zheng was sweating profusely from digging, and several guards came forward to help.
On the other side, Song Liyun, Song Dekui, and Lin Qingyuan did not go forward to see the bloody scene, but instead talked about silk.
Lin Qingyuan said, "The silk from the South is better. I have some there, but not much."
Song Liyun shook her head: "I plan to give this business to the Wan family. You should continue to focus on purchasing refined salt and sugar."
Salt and sugar have always been strategic resources.
In particular, Mida City now has to meet the consumption needs of tens of thousands of people in the Mida River Valley and Kara Mountain area, which is almost one of the four regions of the Dilu Grassland.
Lin Qingyuan's caravan was already struggling, and he simply couldn't afford to be distracted by the silk business.
Song Dekui listened silently from the side; all he could do was assist Xiaoyun.
The three had barely exchanged a few words when a gasp erupted from the wooden stake: "Ah! The arrowhead has been pulled out!"
"There are no barbs, what's going on?"
"This wound can be stopped by simply pressing on it! It can stop the bleeding! God! If my brother had done this back then... he wouldn't have died!"
As soon as Song Liyun turned her head, Zhao Tingduo, who had leaped over, scooped her up in his arms and spun her around. "Ah Yun, you... really...!"
Lin Qingyuan and Song Dekui were also drawn over by the sounds of the guards crying and laughing.
Both cow legs had their skin and flesh turned inside out, revealing two arrow wounds.
Even though they were laymen, they could see something was amiss.
One of the arrows was dug out of the flesh; the muscle at the wound site was severely damaged, and the white bone was visible.
The other arrow was wrapped in silk and pulled directly from the flesh, leaving only a hole as a wound without any other traces.
What's going on?
What happened?
Everyone looked at Song Liyun as she walked over, their faces filled with excitement and surprise, wanting to know the reason for this miracle.
Song Liyun was also excited at this moment.
Before the apocalypse, she was just an ordinary college student who had no opportunity to learn about the equipment of cavalry during the era of cold weapons, and she didn't even know anything about armor.
After the catastrophe, the weapons developed by various countries were all optical instruments, which were even further removed from ordinary people. If she hadn't come here, she probably would never have been in such a primitive state.
Iron has always been a scarce resource, and it is impossible to equip the army with real iron armor on a large scale.
Even the fifty elite suits of armor used by Zhao Tingduo and his men only had iron plates on important areas such as the chest, back, and lower abdomen; the rest of the armor was made of leather.
Firstly, it would be convenient to move around, and secondly, there weren't that many iron ore deposits available.
Therefore, the army mainly wore leather armor, but they still faced great danger when facing arrows.
Because the finest silk is soft yet tough, arrows can penetrate leather armor but not silk.
The silk would wrap around the arrowhead and cause it to pierce the flesh.
The true effect of armor is that it can pull out arrows without tearing flesh, and even if the arrowhead is stained with poison, it won't see through the silk.
However, Song Liyun didn't want to go into details right now. She said to the excited crowd, "The principle is actually quite simple. Everyone knows that softness can overcome hardness..."
Before he could finish speaking, a man came running in from the front yard, shouting loudly.
"Madam, Lord City Lord, hurry! Someone is trying to snatch the little slaves!"
The visitor was a Di tribe maid from the city lord's mansion. Judging from her panicked appearance, she was quite frightened.
Almost everyone present could understand her Di language, but each person looked somewhat bewildered, as if they were listening to a voice from another world.
Someone is trying to steal the city lord and his wife's little slave... Where did these slaves come from?!
Song Liyun suddenly realized what was happening.
Oh no, I only thought about the armor lining and forgot about the twenty children that Steward Wan sent.
In the morning, Manager Wan brought the child. She only asked briefly why, then asked Shayi to take him to eat and then take him to the public bathhouse for a bath.
There are separate rooms in the bathroom area that were partitioned off from the city lord's mansion, with several small hot spring pools inside.
Apart from Song Liyun and Zhao Tingduo who would occasionally go to the bathhouse, Shayi and the three Di women in the mansion would go there to bathe frequently.
It would take at least half a day to clean twenty children.
It's been more than three hours, they should be back soon.
"Ah Shi, those children were given to me by Steward Wan!" Song Liyun said urgently.
Zhao Tingduo was still carrying his bow and arrows when his face darkened: Who dares to abduct someone into the city like this? And it's his own wife's maid and servant.
He said to the guards who had already realized what was happening, "Two of you, come with me to take a look."
At this moment, everyone was still eager to hear Song Liyun talk about the uses of silk. This interruption made them feel a surge of anger, and they rushed out.
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We have to go back to an hour earlier, in the afternoon in Mida City, when the sun was still high in the sky.
People still come and go on the sandy street.
The Di people, who had come from afar, led their horses, wearing only a dirty undergarment on their upper body, with their fur robes loosely piled around their waists, as they walked among the wooden houses and shops, looking around curiously.
Their intense, surprised gazes were glued to the items in the shop, unable to tear themselves away.
The goods here were so abundant and diverse that they clearly exceeded their expectations.
They would stop every now and then to marvel at the piles of magnificent fabrics, exquisite woodenware, and fine porcelain.
Although caravans used to enter tribes on the grasslands, the scattered goods carried by horse-drawn carts could never compare to such a grand scene.
What's more, there are restaurants and taverns here. Watching the crowds eating meat and drinking wine with gusto, the alluring aromas make them swallow hard.
The shopkeeper greeted them in the Di language: "Hey, guests from afar! We have delicious roasted meat and sweet wine. Come and eat and drink! There are also beautiful girls waiting for you in the nearby tribe!"
I was already itching to shout, and now that I've shouted, I can't move an inch.
A few people huddled together and started whispering among themselves.
Anyway, the sheep had already been sold after they had spent more than ten days getting here, and they had silver and gems in their pockets, so they could stay for a few days and enjoy the abundant resources of the Wu Dynasty.
The burly man who led the way tied his horse in front of the prefab house and led the way into a dumpling shop: "What kind of food is this? How much is it?"
He ate barbecue every day, but he wanted to try something he had never seen before.
With nothing to do all day, the shopkeeper, who had temporarily switched from being a caravan guard, was delighted to have business coming in. He said cheerfully, "These are mutton and scallion dumplings. Please have a taste. The mutton was just slaughtered this morning, and it smells delicious!"
The leader looked at the tables and chairs in the prefab house, tentatively sat down, and then gestured to the other five or six people to sit down as well.
He slammed his scimitar on the table and yelled at the cook, "You have to feed us all! No lying!"
When the boss saw him banging the knife on the table, he frowned and said, "Hey, you guys need to be careful. You should put that knife away when you need to, don't take it out and wave it around."
This is Mida City. You can buy and sell things, but you can't cause trouble, or the city lord will kick you out.
Walking on the vast grasslands, one cannot move an inch without a knife and arrows. The knife they carry with them has become part of the Di people's soul and cannot be taken off.
To reassure the Di people that they could confidently enter the city to select goods, Mida City allowed them to bring knives into the city.
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