My brother is the most handsome man in the Qin Dynasty

Diamond Cottage.

This custom is not only shared by the Huns, but also by most nomadic peoples.

One side raises one person.

The nomadic people who have been chasing water and soil all their lives have much worse living conditions than the farming people.

The harsh living conditions make maintaining human reproduction and the strength of the race the most important thing.

Etiquette and integrity are all things that come after survival.

That night, she got out of the dome house and walked around the newly built dome house next to her. She became angry because she gave up her reserved womanhood.

"Joe! You're a coward! You're not brave at all!"

The newly built dome left no door for her to enter.

In the Qionglu, the smell of fishy mutton was so strong that it was difficult for Ying Chengyu to fall asleep.

Not interested in learning foreign languages, he turned over, curled his lips, and muttered in a low voice:
"My name is not Chen Qingquan."

Then he closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep. He had to adapt to the life of the Huns.

The next day, Ying Chengyu, with two dark circles under his eyes, yawned and walked out of the Qionglu.

In the nearby dome, Yan, who had been waiting, immediately came out and shouted:
"You don't want to sleep with me!"

The sound was so loud that the surrounding Huns heard it clearly and looked over. Most of the Huns men cast hostile looks at Ying Chengyu.

Beautiful and strong Yan, why did you fall in love with this boy!

At the bottom of the desert, women do not regard weakness as beauty, but strength.

Ying Chengyu, who had attracted a lot of hostility, nodded.

"Yes, I am very grateful to you for saving me. I can help you herd cattle and sheep to repay your kindness."

Yan looked at Ying Chengyu for a long time, as if she couldn't believe that the man in front of her really didn't want to sleep with her.

half an hour.

"it is good!"

"..."

Yan's actions of looking for the sheep, as well as the natural looks in the eyes of the people around him, made Ying Chengxuan a little stunned.

The folk customs of the Xiongnu are really different from those of the Central Plains. There seems to be no such thing as polite words here. They are very simple.

Forty or fifty sheep were grazing and wandering.

Ying Chengyu and Yan walked on the left side of the flock, following the sheep.

Yan held a whip in his hand and swung it a few times from time to time to make the few greedy sheep that had separated from the flock return to the group.

"I'm going to look to the right."

Ying Chengyu came forward.

Yan glanced at him coldly and said coldly:
"There are dogs."

"???"

Yan blew a whistle, and a large black and white dog quickly rushed over.

It stood in front of Yan, with the dog's head at Yan's waist, its head held high and its tail wagging constantly.

"Good dog! Good dog!"

Yan rubbed the dog's head vigorously, and did not hesitate to praise him. He squatted down and hugged the dog's neck. He glanced at Ying Chengyu, and the praise of "good dog" became even louder.

The black and white dog was even more excited.

Ying Chengxi was a little speechless.

Are you scolding me or praising the dog?

Did the Huns have shepherd dogs at this time?

Or do most nomadic peoples have them?
Ying Chengyu did not remember reading the pre-Qin history. There were records of nomadic people raising shepherd dogs.

He patted his head, annoyed that the head on his neck was not a computer and could not store everything he read in the book, but could only remember the famous and interesting contents.

For example, he can remember Liu Bang in Peixian County, and he can remember Chen Sheng and Wu Guangda's Zexiang uprising.

But they don’t remember where Chen Sheng and Wu Guang lived before the Dazexiang uprising, and where Chen Ping, who often conspired, was.

Peixian County is a good place. When he was looking for Liu Bang, Xiao He, Fan Kuai and Lu Wan, he was surprised to find that Cao Shen and Xia Houying were also here.

In the Qin Dynasty, it was difficult, especially difficult, to find someone by just one name. It was almost like finding a needle in a haystack.

Take Chen Ping as an example.

If Ying Chengyu wanted to find Chen Ping, he could only use the stupidest method, census, without knowing his appearance, age, or interpersonal relationships.

The Qin Dynasty had household registration lists.

The search order was sent to all counties and villages, and all the people named Chen Ping were gathered together and sent to Xianyang. The number of people was counted as thousands.

Among a thousand Chen Pings, who knows which one is the capable minister who assisted Emperor Gao, Taizu of the Han Dynasty?

With the current control of the Qin State, the Xiang family has been searched for more than a year but still cannot be found. Is this capable minister among the thousand people?
The sky in the desert is still clear and blue.

The fluffy white clouds are connected together, like cotton with holes covering the sky.

After Yan Zai called out "Good Dog", he was angry and no longer wanted to be angry with Ying Cheng.

He took Ying Chengyu to shepherd the sheep and kindly taught Ying Chengyu how to learn foreign languages.

At the beginning, Ying Chengyu thought it was a bit strange and a bit ridiculous.

"If you do that again! I'll go find the political commissar!"

Where does he need to go to the political commissar, it is enough for the political commissar to come to him.

His thinking is divergent, and his outward appearance is that he is careless.

Yan Yi whipped the ground, and the two sheep's heads that poked out of the flock shrank back.

"Joe!"

"Ok?"

"Why don't you learn?"

Yan's eyes were full of confusion and eagerness.

Ying Chengyu could even see tears swaying in the eyes of this woman who was stronger than the man.

"This can save your life! Do you know it?"

The woman shouted, took a step closer, and shouted again with greater strength:
"This can save your life! This can save your life!"

There was no feminine sound, a rough voice with a hint of delicateness echoed in the desert, and it was in Hun language.

Ying Chengyu lowered his head.

"Sorry, I……"

He didn't know what to say.

Some words that seemed ridiculous to him, some wonderful words, could save the lives of these Huns.

"You have not sorry for me, you are sorry for yourself and your tribe!

"I know you want to be an eagle soaring in the sky and dare to pounce on everything. Learning this Qin language is like a rabbit digging a hole in your eyes. It is a sign of retreat and weakness.

“But the eagles in the sky can be counted, but the rabbits in the earth cannot be counted.

"You have to live, even if you are a rabbit that may be eaten by wolves, caught by humans, or caught by eagles!
"Only when you live can you one day become an eagle!"

Yan was very excited, and his high emotions did not weaken at all because he was a nomad.

She was worried that the brave man she liked would die here. She wanted the man in front of her who dared to scold Qin Gou loudly to live.

Ying Chengyu pursed his lips.

The people at the bottom are the same everywhere, trying their best to stay alive.

"I know, please teach me. I will learn it before the sun goes down."

"I believe you."

Yan smiled, Ying Chengyu thought it was beautiful.

"If you do that again! I'll go find the political commissar!"

The beautiful Xiongnu woman said in non-standard Qin dialect.

Ying Cheng, whose native language is Qin, learned this sentence with great difficulty.

This was a bit uncomfortable for him. It was very difficult for him to pretend to be extremely difficult when he could speak quickly, fluently and standardly.

But Ying Chengyu was not upset at all, he thought he was not qualified.

Compared with the difficulty of living, what is this difficulty?

"If you do this again, I will go find the political commissar." "Wrong, wrong! Don't be so plain!"

"Well, that's about it, right?"

"Jo! This could save your life! You said you could be a rabbit!"

"...Can you not use the rabbit metaphor?"

"Only by being a rabbit first can you become an eagle!"

Ying Chengyu sighed, stopped worrying, and shouted with emotion.

"If you do that again! I'll go find the political commissar!"

"Right, that is it!"

Yan looked surprised and praised loudly.

"You're so awesome! You're so awesome!"

Ying Chengyu felt a little uncomfortable when he was praised. He always felt that this way of complimenting seemed familiar...

"Wang Wang!"

The black and white sheepdog ran over excitedly.

"Why did you come here?"

Yan squatted down and hugged the black and white shepherd dog.

"Good dog! Good dog!"

Ying Chengxi sighed.

Is there any difference in the way you praise people and dogs?
The sheep continued to move forward, with the combined efforts of two people and one dog.

Ying Chengyu, who had finished learning foreign languages, started chatting with the ordinary Hun woman next to him.

"How many sheep do you have? How big is your tribe?"

"How can I have so many? Most of them are other people's sheep in the tribe."

"Then why did you bring their sheep out? I only said that I would help you shepherd the sheep, not that I would help them shepherd the sheep."

Yan glanced at Ying Chengyu strangely.

"Qiao, are you really a Huns?"

Ying Cheng's heart tightened, not knowing where something went wrong.

Before he could speak, Yan continued:
"Why don't you even know how to herd sheep? Everyone only has four or five sheep, so naturally they all herd together. The other people have to do other things, such as making furs, milking goats, and making cheese."

Yan tilted his head and looked at Ying Chengyu, suddenly enlightened.

"Qiao! You must be from the big tribe! I heard that everyone in the big tribe has forty or fifty sheep! They only herd their own sheep!"

It's a big tribe... Ying Chengyu nodded.

"Forget it."

Yan was a little excited.

"Then do you have a cow?"

"Yes...you don't? Don't cows and sheep go together..."

"As expected, they are from a big tribe! Only the chief of our tribe has adopted two cows, and they are precious."

Yan was a little embarrassed. This was the first time Ying Chengyu saw this expression on this Hun woman's face.

"Can you let me herd your cattle? I haven't yet."

"...My cattle were snatched away by Qin dogs, and they destroyed my tribe."

"Sorry, Joe, I didn't know."

"It's ok."

Yan looked into the distance, where the earth and the sky connected into a line.

"Perhaps, my tribe will also be destroyed tomorrow..."

She turned her head, her eyes blazing with blazing light.

"Jo, I want to sleep with you!"

This is the second time this woman has said this.

Ying Chengyu reached out and held the woman in his arms. He didn't seem to smell the strong smell of mutton on her body.

The woman threw away the whip and hugged Joe, who came from a large tribe and raised cattle, tightly.

"Don't be afraid."

Ying Chengyu said softly, trying his best to make his voice very light.

The two arms around his waist became harder and harder, so hard that they trembled.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Ying Chengyu stroked the woman's oily, messy hair.

The woman buried her head and sobbed, like a sheepdog being comforted by its owner.

Her name is Yan, a Huns woman born in a small tribe. She has never learned the etiquette, justice and shame of the Central Plains, is illiterate and unreasonable.

But she wasn't that open-minded, so open-minded that she twice wanted to sleep with a Huns whom she had only known for two or three days.

She just felt like she was going to die.

If you are going to die, just indulge.

She is terrified of death.

"A tribe as big as yours has been destroyed. How can our small tribe stop the Qin army..."

Ying Chengyu raised Yan's head and looked into Yan's moist eyes.

"Perhaps it is because you are small that you will not be destroyed?"

Time passes, and one day passes.

Maybe it was because he cried in front of Ying Chengyu, or maybe it was because Ying Chengyu made it up that he was from a large tribe. In short, Yan and Ying Chengyu had a good relationship.

With Yan's introduction, Ying Chengyu quickly integrated into Yan's small tribe.

He and the people of this tribe drank kumis together, ate cheese together, caught rabbits for barbecue, and laughed together.

He would no longer suffer from insomnia in the dome house full of fishy smell, and he would no longer shout Qin Dog under the persuasion of the Huns.

He spent the restless days with this small tribe, not knowing when he would die.

Together with this small tribe, I began to look forward to the future and said that if things continue like this, it would be pretty good.

The resources in Gaoque City are far better than those in the area where the small tribe is located, and because no Xiongnu has set foot on this [-]-mile land in several months, even in autumn, there is much more grass than in other places.

Gaoque City, where the Xiongnu were originally resident, has not yet reached its limit of breeding Xiongnu.

One hundred thousand Huns who were originally scattered on the barren land were able to eat better and live better in the fertile land in Gaoque that had not been eaten for several months.

The self-sufficient 5 Xiongnu not only did not need Ying Chengyu to bear the additional burden of food and grass, but could even provide food and grass for Ying Chengyu's [-] horses.

Before the upper limit of Gaoque is reached, the more Huns migrate, the richer the food and grass will be.

In the eyes of the Qin army, it was a barren desert without crops. In the eyes of the Xiongnu, everything was a treasure.

For example, those plump hares that have been multiplying underground for several months and no one has caught them are so delicious to eat when they are roasted and sizzling.

In the next ten days, Yan and Ying Chengyu were still close, but they did not say that they wanted to sleep with Ying Chengyu for the third time.

This time, the leader of the black-armored Qin army seemed to have no intention of destroying her tribe.

Although the patrolling Qin soldiers looked at her with increasing intensity and moved their hands and feet more and more frequently.But as long as she said those words, she could immediately make those Qin soldiers stop speaking and moving.

This made Yan begin to believe that she would indeed not die and her tribe would not be destroyed.

If that's the case, it would be really nice to stay here forever.

The small tribe where Yan is located has already prepared their savings for the winter. The coming spring will be warm and the flowers will bloom. With the fertility of Gaoque, it will be enough for this small tribe's sheep flock to give birth to dozens of more lambs.

Not only the Yan tribe thinks so, but most tribes think so.

Until... something very common happened.

A patrolling Qin army broke into the Qionglu of Ying Chengyu under the worried eyes of a group of Xiongnu.

Qin Jun respectfully said softly:
"General, something happened."

Ying Chengxi narrowed his eyes.

"What's the matter?"

He has given military orders not to come to him if there is no serious matter.