Chapter 0070 Rouran
Xiao Rong was not the only one who suffered from insomnia that night. There was also Agusega who stayed up till his eyes turned blue and his head was buzzing.
She had never seen Danran so excited in her life. It was already the middle of the night, but she still didn't sleep. She rolled around on the bed energetically, chattering non-stop, all she had was Minji Minji Minji, fun, fun, fun. …
Danran had slept with her since he was a child. Danran's mother was too sad to give birth to a child but had no milk. At that time, many people tried to help her find a solution, whether it was to help her to release milk or to borrow some milk from other women who had also given birth, so that she could raise Danran well. But the woman turned a deaf ear to the voices of others. After sitting at the head of the bed all day, she came to Agusega with Danran, who was already tired of crying, and forcefully stuffed the swaddling clothes into her hands, telling her that this child would be an orphan of the Butewu tribe from now on, and that she would no longer be involved in naming, raising, living, and filial piety, and she would no longer be called the child's mother.
The cruel words that were said back then did not come true, because Agusega would never let Danran be separated from her mother, but Ayan... she was very ill, and if she forced Danran to return to her, it might not be good for both of them, so she kept Danran, and according to Ayan's idea, raised Danran purely as a member of the Buteu tribe.
The Butewu people have no surnames, only names, so Danran is just Danran, not Qu Danran.
Dan Ran, who was raised by her, is naturally very close to her and tells her everything, but this is the first time that he has talked to her endlessly like today. She is worried that Dan Ran is too excited and might be sick.
But she was overthinking it. After three o'clock in the morning, Danran's excitement subsided. She lay on the pillow and continued to talk about what happened today. She no longer rolled around. After another quarter of an hour, Danran's voice stopped abruptly. Agusega turned his head and found that she had fallen asleep in this position.
Agusega: “…”
It seems like it's time for Danran to learn to sleep on his own.
As Danran's parent, she certainly knew what Danran was going to do today. She even knew about the so-called "script". The Central Plains man named Xiao Rong liked to do this, playing some deceptive tricks to deceive the unsuspecting common people, as if this could remove the barriers between the Butewu people and the Central Plains people, as if this could make the Central Plains people accept Qu Yunmie and make them no longer afraid of him.
Is it useful or not... Agusejia didn't know. She didn't go out often. Even when she arrived at Huichuntang, she would only sit down to diagnose the patient's pulse and leave immediately when the time came. She wouldn't stay for a second longer. The young people in the tribe were not as rigid as her. They would chat with the patients and learn needlework from the Central Plains people. Now they even know when to buy vegetables at the cheapest price. Thirty years.
It has been exactly thirty years since she came down the mountain. When she was in the mountain, she was a young girl with the best memories and the most abundant energy. At that time, she was just like Danran now, happy every day. Her sister and adults were in charge of the tribe's affairs, and she had no idea what kind of crisis they were facing.
So when her sister decided to go down the mountain, she was ignorant and vaguely opposed. But when they really went down the mountain, she gradually grew up and discovered that there were also many dangers down the mountain. She began to miss the days on the mountain. People are forgetful, and she no longer remembers the pain and tragedy buried under the heavy snow. She only remembers the corpses under Yanmen Pass. Without the cover of snow, the scene was so vivid and glaring.
And she is not an exception. She can see that many people miss the time when they lived in the mountains. At least at that time, they only had to face natural disasters. When they came down from the mountains, they were terrified by the intrigues and conflicts among their compatriots. The Butewu people could not understand why people would take up arms against each other, and why their own people would fight to the death. If this is the life they live in the mountains, if everyone of them will die at the hands of other "people" in the end, then she would rather return to the Buxian Mountain and the Salt Girl Lake. At least they would die in the snow and their bodies would still be clean. ...
This idea can be said to be very negative, but who can blame her? She is the chief of the Buteu tribe. She has watched her fellow tribesmen decrease from several thousand to the current number of 800. She is not as tough and courageous as her sister. The only thing she is really good at is medicine, but medical skills cannot save those dying people.
She would also feel confused and doubt whether what she did was right or wrong, but she couldn't let others see it, so gradually she became rigid and boring, neither laughing nor crying, as if no matter what happened, it would not cause any emotional changes in her.
But then again, thirty years have passed, and she is now a person with one foot in the coffin. When she was in her twenties, she would still look at the moon in the sky, feeling pain and fatigue for this never-ending tragedy, but now in her forties, she rarely pays attention to her own feelings. Her eyes are on her children and young tribesmen. She does not want these people to follow her old path, rushing around, silent, and numb day after day. No one should live like this.
She hoped so, but she didn't know how to realize it.
She couldn't even count how long she had buried this hope in her heart. There was a saying in the Central Plains that children and grandchildren have their own blessings. She felt that she was almost at this point. It seemed very open-minded, but when it came to Agusega, it was full of helplessness. Because she couldn't do it, she had to accept it.
And just when she had accepted it, when she had given up and no longer had any delusions, she actually saw laughter on the faces of her own people again. She saw them raising their arms and, led by the local people of Chenliu, running and playing into the dense forest. She saw a woman in the tribe who was equally serious pick up a basket and proudly show everyone the tricks she had just learned.
They...seemed to be accepted.
What they had not been able to do for thirty years, the man named Xiao Rong only used a little trick, without even spending a few silver coins, and made the people of the Central Plains open their hearts to them. Moreover, not only the people of the Central Plains were shocked, but even the Butewu people were shocked. Were the people of the Central Plains so friendly? They were very kind. They only sent some leather, and they wanted to give back their own cloth. This was completely different from the treatment they had received before, when they were pelted with mud.
The reason why she agreed to Xiao Rong's request was only because this man was highly valued by Qu Yunmie, so she didn't want to offend him. Who would have thought that the unintentional act would lead to such a good result.
The tribesmen are just one of the reasons. There is also the relationship between Danran and Qu Yunmie. Danran is afraid of Qu Yunmie to a certain extent. Even if she forces Danran and Qu Yunmie to sit together for dinner, she can't make them get a little bit closer. Agusega doesn't know how Xiao Rong did it. It's as if he knows witchcraft.
When she was most desperate, she knelt on the ground and kissed the earth, clumsily imitating her sister's behavior, praying that the god of the Butewu tribe, the Salt Girl, could give her a response, help her, and let her people and family not suffer anymore. But only now did she realize that she didn't need the Salt Girl, she only needed Xiao Rong.
Danran was sleeping soundly. Agusega moved his body but still couldn't sleep.
In this quiet night, her thoughts became more and more divergent. She thought, Xiao Rong had only given the Butewu tribe a little advice, but the Butewu tribe had already received such a great benefit. Almost everyone was grateful to Xiao Rong. Then how would Qu Yunmie feel if he stayed in the palace for a long time and focused most of his energy on Qu Yunmie?
She couldn't help but think of what happened two days ago.
At that time, Qu Yunmie came to visit her at night, sat in front of her, and asked her a question: "Is there anyone in this world who suffers from major and minor illnesses all the time, but can always overcome danger and live to be a hundred years old?"
Agusega thought the question was a bit strange, but he answered him truthfully: "There are all kinds of people in the world. Such people should exist, but they are only one in a million. Most people still succumb to diseases."
Qu Yunmie was not surprised by this answer, but he asked another question immediately afterwards: "Luo Wu, if I want to turn someone into this one in a million, what should I do?"
Agusega was stunned for a moment, then answered without hesitation: "You can't do it. Everyone has his own destiny. Even if the salt girl descends to the earth, she can't save the dead. Just do your best and leave the rest to fate. Overthinking and forcing will only add to your worries."
Qu Yunmie: "He probably thinks so too."
That's why he would be indifferent to any illness in his body. Even if he vomited blood, he wouldn't even give me a glance.
But he was so ruthless to himself, and cared so much about Qu Yunmie. He watched him fall asleep, prepared medicated food for him, and watched him change the medicine, as if in his eyes, Qu Yunmie was much more important than him.
Qu Yunmie couldn't understand how someone could value an outsider more than his own life. At the same time, Qu Yunmie felt angry. That person's indifference and perfunctory treatment of him had reached the point where he was extremely angry.
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