The two tribes are only a few dozen miles apart, yet they seem to be separated by several worlds.
Here, Song Liyun saw slaves huddled in the cattle pen, their ankles bound with cowhide ropes.
She had only ever heard Zhao Tingduo talk about slaves, and then there was the brand on Xiao Shitou's face.
They thought that because they had seen the chaos of the apocalypse, they could accept slavery.
Seeing the most primitive way of life with my own eyes still makes my teeth ache.
No wonder Zhao Tingduo didn't want her to go to other tribes.
Jiang Wanru's body is still lying in the yurt where she lived.
Song Liyun didn't go over; she only glanced at it from afar.
Jiang Wanru hanged herself, and her death was gruesome.
On the wooden couch covered with sheepskin rugs, there were several pieces of clothing belonging to women of the Wu Dynasty. The silks were torn into strips, and broken hairpins and jewelry were scattered haphazardly on the ground.
Jiang Wanru did all of that herself.
Song Liyun glanced at the scene and nodded to Shi Tou, who had followed her. Shi Tou immediately began to communicate fluently with the people of the Mudan tribe next to him in the Di language.
The maid who was responsible for taking care of Jiang Wanru had several bloodstains of varying depths on her face, some dried scars and some still fresh wounds.
The woman stammered, "Your Excellency, Madam Wuda, I serve Madam Wanru diligently every day, but Madam Wanru does not eat meat or drink milk tea. She wants to eat live vegetables and fresh fruit."
The maidservants of the Mudan tribe didn't know what fresh vegetables or fruits were, so they could only find chive blossom sauce and shallot sauce made in the summer, trying their best to satisfy the appetite of this newcomer from Wuchao.
However, when Jiang Wanru saw the bowl of chive blossom sauce that had been pickled into a dark brown paste by salt, she immediately flew into a rage, shouting and crying.
Not only did he throw sauce all over the girl, but he also scratched her face.
The maid burst into tears, feeling wronged.
She wasn't a servant girl; she was called over by the leader to take care of Jiang Wanru simply because she knew a few words of Wuchao dialect, so that the family could get an extra bowl of barley flour every day.
Originally, she thought Jiang Wanru, who looked like a flower, would be easy to get along with. However, to her surprise, this woman disliked everything she touched, saying it was dirty and demanding that she wash it with ice water every day.
In the past two months, not only have her scratches not healed, but the Mudan tribe has also been thoroughly tormented.
After sleeping with Jiang Wanru once, the chieftain of Mudan stopped approaching her and instead used Wu Chao's clothes and jewelry to appease her.
Two months have passed, and everyone is exhausted from all the commotion, including the self-righteous Jiang Wanru!
Song Liyun thought coldly: This is for the best! Jiang Wanru won't have to suffer anymore.
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