From Chief to Ball

"Rabbits can always give birth to rabbits, goshawks can never give birth to geese and geese. Knowing etiquette and following the rules also follow the blood. Noble people always give birth to noble children, and lowly people always give birth to lowly children. It seems that they You are right."

When Yuemei spoke, she frowned, full of sorrow and heartache, standing on a high place to pity those who should be poor, there was some indescribable sadness in her eyes, full of kind doubts, and she sighed leisurely, There was a trace of frost on the long eyelashes, his nostrils fluttered slightly, and some tears leaked out, probably thinking of that poor dog.

Chen Jian glanced at Yuemei, and gave a numb oh, but for some reason, he remembered how Hongyu, who had been a slave, said confidently when he got the spinning wheel, "I deserve this, not what you gave me." Scenes.

So he smiled playfully, and asked Yue Mei, "Then do you think you are good?"

"At least not bad."

Yuemei recalled it for a while, and nodded with certainty. She is very confident and at ease about this, without any entanglement, she can cry for a puppy, she is really kind, she believes in a person who can cry for a puppy Definitely not a bad guy.

Chen Jian smiled, pointed to the two horses that were panting from pulling the heavy igloo, and said, "You might as well ask them."

Yue Mei was stunned for a moment, then shook her head and said with a smile: "Humans are different from horses. The criteria for judging good or bad must be applicable regardless of blood, language, habits, etc. Those slaves who fled into Dayeze were the most unruly. The group of people who do not keep their oaths are all bad people."

"In short, if you build a city in Onozawa, you must be careful of those escaped slaves, but don't kill them all. That's too cruel. Promise me?"

"Onozawa is very big. If you build a city in the northwest, you can be closer to Yueyi, and you have to take care of everything. If... well... anyway... the future will be good, and I can always Go see it and listen to your story."

Her face flushed slightly, and she suddenly thought that if one day she and Chen Jian were together in the future, and another city in Xiacheng was very close to Yueyi, that would be the best.Xia Cheng built a city without city walls here alone, and he wanted to help more, and his father would not object to it.

Chen Jian didn't notice his blushing, but it's not like he didn't think about some things he shouldn't think about. For example, he would occasionally think: Yuemei is very beautiful, has a gentle temperament, and may be very comfortable to sleep. It is indeed very close. If we can use the method of political marriage to interfere in Yueyi's internal affairs, so as to serve as an important foothold for Xiacheng near Onozawa, it will indeed save a lot of effort.

It's just...he doesn't like it.

Both of them are thinking about a future that is almost similar, the difference is that one is pure and beautiful like jade, while the other is not so, full of dirty political interests.

While imagining a bright future, an old man from Sucheng who was leading the way came over to say hello, and said with a smile, "Ji Xia, Yue Mei, if we are going to Da Ye Ze, there are two places ahead where horses and sledges can pass. .”

"One is rugged, but there is a poplar grove with a lot of holly on it. This is the season for red beans to bear. Even I think it is beautiful. I think Yuemei must like the scenery there. Yesterday I was so cold that I covered my face and didn't have the mood to look at it." , it’s warm today, so you have to take a good look at it.”

"The other one is flatter and closer to the river bank. If you walk there, you can't see anything but snow. There is a village in front of you. You can get there before night, and you can spend the night in the village."

"Which way are you going?"

Yuemei didn't answer, thinking in her heart, if she followed her heart, she would definitely want to take the more rugged road, because she was really looking forward to seeing those holly and red fruits that were still green in winter, but it was really difficult. chilly.

Do you follow the more rugged road according to your heart and endure the wind and cold?Or go against the original intention of looking at the scenery, take the shorter road, rest earlier and get warmer?

"Ji Xia, which way are you going? I'll listen to you."

Chapter 31 Snow Like Salt

On the banks of Onozawa, there are long valleys, deep in the snow, and dogs barking and yelling.

A few dingy vicious dogs followed the grass-covered feet in front of the footprints. The owners of the feet turned around and pretended to hit them. Unable to show his credit, he screamed frantically.

"Stop biting, lie down!"

The straw curtains on the room were parted, hot air gushed out, a man wearing a thick leather hat reprimanded a few times, nodded to the person who came, and let in.

The person who came in stood by the stove and rubbed his hands. He didn't care that the cracks on his feet due to the cold were still bleeding, so he took out a few round beads from his arms that he was afraid of losing, and piled up on his face. smile.

"Touching shells and beads in the water today will inevitably lead to illness, but since it is what you want, we must do it. We have chosen these few round beads out of a hundred and ten."

The person holding the beads had a smile on his face, but he was thinking about his friend who died of cramping in the water, but at this moment he couldn't feel dissatisfaction.

There was a smile on his face, touching his cheeks, making a scalded scar on his face a bit hideous.If it is in Sucheng, people will definitely recognize it. This is the symbol of slaves in a certain city, and it is scalded with hot pottery.

The owner of the house is about 40 years old, followed by a few strong men of the same clan, took a look at the beads, was satisfied, nodded and said: "I am not embarrassing you, this bead is also what we want to offer, it is all in the city. If the nobleman wants to use it, how can we afford it?"

The people who came couldn't stop nodding, but they cursed inwardly, who doesn't know that they only need to offer a few beads every year, how can they need so many, and the leader of Sucheng, Su Yue, is not the kind of person who doesn't care about the villagers. Will they insist on offering beads in the winter?

But I knew it in my heart, but I didn't say it out of my mouth. After a long silence, I finally couldn't help but said: "Old man, can we exchange the salt for this winter? Or change it according to the method of last year, we are already prepared Yes. Fish, deer, pigs, water chestnuts, lotus seeds... are all on the edge of Onozawa, and I just said it and carried it here in the snow."

The old man shook his head and said, "There is salt, but you can't change it according to last year's method. You can only exchange half of the salt for last year's things now."

When the visitor heard this, he gritted his teeth and said, "Why is this? Old man, we never lack anything for you. The festivals of Spring Mudding and Winter Hunting always bring you and the village some wild animals, and they have never been short of etiquette. Now we are waiting for this Some salt for the winter, I can’t eat salt, everyone has no energy, the children can’t even stand up, and digging a latrine to scrape the white salt on the latrine is not enough. It’s easy for you to get salt, just help us, this winter is not easy ah."

The old man snorted and said with a smile: "I know that you hate me to death now, and I also know that your leader Ze is not a middle-aged man, he is intelligent Kong Wu, not to mention the small villages of our clan, even smaller cities are not afraid of you. It’s just that within a hundred miles, we can trade for salt from the city. Many children were sick last year, and I went to the city to exchange the herbal medicine. It’s easy for you to kill us, but it’s hard to get something. You There are still burn marks on this face, why don't you ask yourself if you dare to go to the city?"

The visitor gritted his teeth with hatred, but at this moment he softened immediately when he heard it, and begged: "That can't be changed like this? A huge deer, just change half a jar of salt? When I was a slave in the city, I didn't know how to change it. Besides, Yanchi is in the hands of Sucheng, so it is more common than my original city, so why are there so few exchanges?"

The old man stood up slowly with a cane in a calm manner, and said with a smile, "If you want to change it, you can change it. If you don't want to change it, then you can find a way. Maybe tomorrow a deer can only be exchanged for a salt block the size of a child's fist." Well. Oh, by the way, there is a lot of salt in Sucheng, and there is a salt pond to the north, if you have the ability, you can go there and snatch it."

The visitor gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly, hoping to kill the old man in front of him with one punch. According to his temperament, he would definitely kill his whole family at this time, but when he thought of the people in Dayeze still looking forward to salt After going through this winter, he finally let go of his fists and begged with a forced smile.

He didn't have a name at first, or his name was He, but the previous owner was too lazy to give him a name, so every time he called him, he would say "He".Theoretically the master was his biological father, but it was not recognized, it was just a story of a master who fucked a slave girl casually.

His mother died, he grew up, he was strong and strong, he was good at harvesting and hunting, he experienced the tragic stories that some slaves have experienced, and after hearing that a group of slaves escaped into the big wild lake, he killed his own My father and his family led the slaves to swim to the big wild swamp with dry reeds in autumn.

Perhaps in other cities, he may not be a slave, and he may have to experience a touching story of a slave son struggling to make his father love him, but in the city where he lives, the ending is patricide and brutality, according to the morality of slave owners in the city. Look, this is a heinous villain.

After leading those slaves to escape into Onozawa, he lived a new life under the leadership of the leader Ze. The first thing he did was to hunt and fish hard and changed into clothes that were not slaves. Then I realized that even though I put on the clothes my master used to wear, the scars on my face could not be washed off. After thinking about it all night, I understood the difference. I tore up the clothes and laughed a few times. , After asking him why he laughed, he was taken seriously.

This time, it was Xi who came to change the salt, and it was a major event related to thousands of people in Da Ye Ze.The slaves who fled to Onozawa did everything, including kneading pottery, burning charcoal, planting, raising pigs... Some even boiled salt, but there were no salt fields around Onozawa, so even if they knew how to boil it, they were helpless.

Without salt, life is very difficult. If you have no strength, you will still be light, and if you are heavier, you will die.Fortunately, there are still a few villages beside the Great Yeze, and these villages are smart, and secretly exchanged with the people in the Great Yeze.The prey that can be exchanged for two jars of salt when sent to the city can only be exchanged for half a small jar here, and it is impossible not to exchange it.

Except for salt, herbs, seeds, cubs...these are not things that can be produced, and can only be exchanged with outsiders. After a few years of exchange, several nearby villages have become rich, but the salt that can be exchanged is getting less and less.

Even if the salt exchanged is very little, it is enough for hundreds of people to die. In terms of ability, he is considered outstanding among those thousands of people. of.But Ze, who was convinced by everyone, was not that kind of person. Ze said that he couldn't control it when he died, but as long as he was alive, he would have to share equally, and he never ate too much.I admire and agree with this point very much. There are many people like him, so those who tried to replace him and change the rules of Ze Ze all died or pretended to be the same as Ze.

This time, I came here just for the salt that everyone eats this winter. The more I want to get it, the more I lose the wind. It is useless to beg hard, and I am not afraid of force threats. I am so witty, but there is nothing I can do. .

When he was about to leave, the old man sent He out the door with a victorious smile. Seeing He was swearing, the vicious dog before him swooped down on He's throat from the side.

He was holding his breath, his heart was itchy, and when he saw the vicious dog rushing towards him from the corner of his eyes, he cried out inwardly: "Your master deceived me, you bitch actually wanted to deceive me? I have no place to vent my boredom, let it go, let me take this bad breath out of you!"

The dog jumped into the air, backed away with a groan, and grabbed the vicious dog's throat with his left hand. The vicious dog opened its mouth to bite, but was hit hard on the nose by its right fist. Sigh kicked and flew on the snow, never dared to do anything wrong again, and hid behind the fence with his tail between his legs, only dared to peek, but did not dare to howl.

The old man behind him didn't know he was venting, he clapped his hands and praised: "Good skill, don't say that I am old, even when I was young, I might not be able to withstand your three punches and two kicks. But no matter how powerful you are, you can only fight!" The dog is discouraged, I'm standing here but you can't do anything."

With a groan, he took a big step to step on the snow, but was stopped by the old man, and a young man brought a small vanilla purse.

"I heard that you gave birth to a daughter. Take it. The Artemisia annua that you picked during the Spring Mu, you won't get sick if you carry it on your body. The salt is still the same. I gave you this purse. There are also members of the No. [-] tribe behind me. If it’s public or private, don’t be angry.”

He stood there in a daze, stretched out a thick and dark palm that could break a wolf's neck, put the small purse in the palm of his hand, held it tightly, and threw the purse into the snow with a wry smile.

"He died of illness a few days ago. Thanks."

He straightened his body and left without turning his head. The wind and snow were not strong, and there was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of him, and he couldn't see the way back clearly.

Chapter 32 Responsible

Some people are full of sighs when they look at the snow, it is beautiful like cotton wool.

But there are also people who look at the snow, but impatiently think that it really looks like salt.