"It's not malaria, is it?" Huo Xiaolong asked, sitting next to the little girl.
Hou Xiangxiang shook her head, then said
"No, it's just that I ate something bad and got a fever, and I can't replenish my energy, so my body is getting weaker and weaker. Just take some medicine and I'll be fine."
Dani translated from the side.
"Give this child something good to eat, and then give him two doses of medicine, and he'll be fine."
The leader sat silently to the side the whole time. The people from the Central Plains did what they said they would do, and even gave Xiao Shizi a meat porridge made from good rice.
"Grandpa, the meat porridge is really delicious. You and Ada and Grandma should eat it together," said Xiaoshizi, who was taking small sips of the porridge.
At this moment, Huo Xiaolong and Hou Xiangxiang had already left the tent, with Da Nier following behind them. Upon hearing Xiao Shizi's words, the dark-skinned girl paused, then turned back to the tribal chief and said...
"I made a lot of meat porridge, you can all drink it together."
With just one sentence, the grassland woman burst into tears. Not to mention meat porridge, even the cattle, sheep and horses in the tribe had not eaten good fodder for a long time.
Little Stone brought the steaming hot meat porridge to his mother's lips, and then said...
"Mother, drink this."
"I can drink less."
The dark-skinned girl had already stepped out of the tent. Upon hearing this, she could no longer hold back. For the first time, Da Ni'er felt sorry for the people of the grasslands.
She now understood why Huo Xiaolong wanted to conquer the grasslands; the dark-skinned girl even thought it was a good thing.
"They can't even get meat porridge."
As the night sky twinkled with stars, Da Ni'er, sitting next to Huo Xiaolong, suddenly uttered these words.
The girl in red armor knew how she felt. Huo Xiaolong was different now; he had a stronger sense of empathy. She patted Da Ni'er on the back and said...
"It will come in the future, everything will be there."
The dark-skinned girl seemed unusually emotional today, unable to control her feelings. She leaned against Huo Xiaolong's shoulder and said...
“I saw them when I was in exile, I did see them… but I’ve been in Pingyang County for too long and I’ve been living too well, so I’ve forgotten about it.”
“I hate my father, and I hate my mother. The grasslands shouldn’t be like this, they shouldn’t be like this…”
This was the first time in all these years that Huo Xiaolong had seen Da Nier cry so hard. After Xiaohai finished brewing the medicine, she came to her friend's side, said nothing, and just sat there quietly.
"But my mother did nothing wrong, she did nothing wrong."
The obsessions of her youth were eventually brought back on track by Aunt Wang and Huo Xiaolong. What wrong did Ya Lanqing's birth mother do? What wrong did it do to a woman who was taken in by her enemy after her tribe was massacred and forcibly made a concubine and escape?
The one who was wrong was never her mother, but her own father.
“Now Aunt Wang is your mother. You came into this world in her body. She did nothing wrong, and neither did you.”
"We came here because the grassland is like this."
"Da Ni'er, don't cry."
“Look, such a big moon deserves a better view, not this group of people who are starving and cold.”
The next day at noon, the tribal chief stood alone before Huo Xiaolong's desk and said...
"The Fengshi tribe is willing to submit to the general, not the Great Yan, but you."
He didn't mind that Huo Xiaolong was a teenage girl; people on the grasslands didn't care about such things. He said that he had submitted not to the Great Yan, but to Huo Xiaolong.
When Feng Shitai's wife knelt down before Hou Xiangxiang again, even offering to worship her as a goddess, the girl said...
“We people of the Central Plains don’t do these things. Goddesses are something only cults have. If you really want to thank someone, go thank our general. Without her, you wouldn’t be able to enter the military camp.”
When Xiao Shizi was first pulled by his mother to kowtow to Huo Xiaolong, the little boy stared at the older sister whose face was comparable to that of a goddess with his bright eyes. He didn't understand why such a beautiful older sister didn't want to be a goddess.
Grandpa said that General Huo did not want them to call her a goddess. Being a goddess is so much better. Goddesses in other tribes do nothing every day and can enjoy the offerings of everyone.
"Are you feeling better?" Huo Xiaolong gently bent down, patted his head twice, and asked.
"Much better. The food here, General Huo, is delicious and the food is good."
These past few days, the boy's face has gained some weight, and he is no longer as thin and bony as before.
The girl in red armor reached out and pinched his little cheek, then said...
"It would be better if you gained a little more weight."
“I’ve gained a lot of weight these past two days staying with you. Yesterday, when I was playing with them, they all said I’ve gotten fat. If this keeps up, I’ll definitely be able to become the most powerful warrior in the tribe, just like Ada,” Little Stone said with bright eyes.
"It's already very good."
An old man's voice came from behind. It was the chief of the Windstone tribe, who was holding a long staff.
"No one in the tribe has enough to eat. Once Little Stone is fully recovered, his mother will take him back home. We've come today to say goodbye,"
"Are you in such a hurry to go back?" Huo Xiaolong asked.
The old man nodded and said to the girl in front of him
“It’s the dead of winter now, and not many families have enough food. Feng Shitai and I are the strongest laborers, and we can eat the most, so…”
"..."
Huo Xiaolong has never experienced hunger since he transmigrated. People who have never worried about food cannot understand that feeling of hunger.
"So is there anything else you need? As long as it's within the capabilities of my Windstone Tribe, we will definitely do our best to help."
Da Ni'er was always with them when they talked, mainly because she couldn't understand the language. The tribal chief only knew a few characters from the Central Plains, and he spoke the Central Plains language by combining words with gestures, since he had to do business with the merchants who came and went.
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