But she was truly moved by the thoughtful care shown to her.
For thousands of years, each tribe has been accustomed to living by following the water and pasture. Now, asking them to settle down on a fixed route will definitely come at a price.
It not only requires military conquest, but also solving the problem of food and water for people and livestock.
I have no idea how Zhao Tingduo did it!
Zhao Tingduo smiled and stopped talking. He didn't want to tell him now, lest Song Liyun worry.
He naturally fought his way here.
The law of the jungle prevails on the grasslands. Before a contest has taken place, no amount of promises of grain and livestock can convince anyone.
Then the only option is to fight, or surrender; there are only two paths.
Now that she has her own cavalry to suppress the rebellion, Song Liyun only needs to exchange grain, salt, and tea for goods each time she comes to win over the hearts of the people.
Given time, they will completely belong to Song Liyun.
Candles were lit in the prefab house, and in the bright candlelight, Song Liyun was able to see Zhao Tingduo's face clearly.
Now, the new clothes that were originally worn for the wedding are covered in dust, and there is a tear from an arrow in an inconspicuous place.
Because he had been spending days in the wilderness, his handsome face developed dry, cracked skin.
Unlike other Di people, Zhao Tingduo is very clean. Whenever possible, he is always spotless.
While Yunniangzi was cooking, Song Liyun used a separate stove to boil water for Zhao Tingduo to take a bath and change clothes.
In her space, she keeps multiple sets of various clothes, which she can change into at any time.
After the meal, everyone else wisely avoided the area, and even Xiao An was taken by Wu Dan to visit the newly moved tribe.
Yun Niangzi brewed tea for Zhao Tingduo and Song Liyun, then sat down to sew clothes.
Zhao Tingduo held the teacup, took a sip, and sighed deeply with satisfaction: "Ah! Good tea!"
Song Liyun smiled meaningfully, "Among the dowry given to me by the Duke of Anguo, there are quite a few tribute teas, and a beautiful woman who is skilled at brewing tea."
Zhao Tingduo glanced at her, put down her tea, and leaned close to whisper, "Are you still jealous? Don't worry, I don't need any maids. All those women belong to Mother."
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