Chapter 445: General, something happened!
Drill into the dome.
This custom is not only shared by the Huns, but also by most nomadic peoples.
The land and water nurture the people.
The living conditions of nomadic people who spend their entire lives chasing water and soil are much worse than those of agricultural people.
The harsh living conditions have made maintaining human reproduction and the strength of the race the most important thing.
Etiquette and integrity are things that come after survival.
That night, Yan came out of the yurt and walked around the newly built yurt next to it. She gave up her womanly modesty and became angry.
"Joe! You're a coward! You're not brave at all!"
The newly built dome did not leave a door for her to enter.
Inside the yurt, the fishy smell was so strong that Ying Chengjiao had difficulty falling asleep.
He, who didn't like learning foreign languages, turned over, pouted, and muttered softly:
"My name is not Chen Qingquan."
Then he closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep. He had to adapt to life among the Huns.
On the second day, Ying Chengjiao walked out of the yurt with dark circles under his eyes and yawning.
Yan, who had been waiting in the nearby yurt, immediately came out and shouted:
"You don't want to sleep with me!"
The sound was quite loud, and the surrounding Huns could hear it clearly. They all looked over, and most of the Hun men cast hostile looks at Ying Chengjiao.
Why would the beautiful and strong Yan fall for this boy!
In the lower reaches of the desert, women are not considered beautiful because of their frail figure, but because of their strength.
Ying Chengjiao, who attracted a lot of hostility, nodded.
"Yes, I am very grateful that you saved me. I can repay the favor by helping you herd cattle and sheep."
Yan looked at Ying Chengjiao for a long while, seeming a little bit unbelievable that the man in front of her really didn't want to sleep with her.
After a while.
"good!"
“…”
Yan's action of going to look for the flock of sheep and the self-righteous looks from the people around him made Ying Chengjiao a little stunned.
The customs of the Xiongnu are really very different from those in the Central Plains. There seems to be no such thing as polite words here. They are very simple and unsophisticated.
Forty or fifty sheep were grazing and strolling around.
Ying Chengjiao and Yan walked on the left side of the flock, strolling along with the sheep.
Yan held a whip in his hand and whipped it from time to time, asking those sheep that were so greedy that they left the flock to return to the group.
"I'll go to the right and look."
Ying Chengjiao volunteered.
Yan glanced at him coldly and said coldly:
"There is a dog."
"???"
Yan blew a whistle, and a large dog with a black and white body quickly rushed over.
It stood in front of Yan, with its head at Yan's waist level, holding its head high and wagging its tail.
"Good dog! Good dog!"
Yan rubbed the dog's head vigorously, praising it without reservation. He squatted down and hugged the dog's neck tightly. He glanced at Ying Chengjiao and praised "good dog" even louder.
The black and white dog was even more excited.
Ying Chengjiao was speechless.
Are you scolding me or praising the dog?
Did the Huns have sheepdogs at that time?
Or do most nomadic peoples have it?
Ying Chengjiao didn't remember any records of nomadic peoples raising sheepdogs in the pre-Qin history he had read.
He patted his head, annoyed that the head on his neck was not a computer and could not store all the content of the books he had read. He could only remember the famous and interesting content.
For example, he could remember Liu Bang in Pei County, and he could remember the Daze Township Uprising led by Chen Sheng and Wu Guang.
But they don’t remember where Chen Sheng and Wu Guang lived before the Daze Township Uprising, nor where Chen Ping, who often plotted and schemed, was.
Pei County is a good place. When he was looking for Liu Bang, Xiao He, Fan Kuai and Lu Wan, he was surprised to find Cao Shen and Xiahou Ying were also here.
It was very difficult for Qin Chao to find someone by just a name, extremely difficult, like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Take Chen Ping as an example.
If Ying Chengjiao wanted to find Chen Ping, without knowing his appearance, age, or interpersonal relationships, he could only use the most stupid method: a census.
There were household registration lists in the Qin Dynasty.
The search order was sent down to all counties and villages, and all people named Chen Ping were gathered together and sent to Xianyang. The number of people was calculated as one thousand.
Among a thousand Chen Pings, who knows which one is the capable minister who assisted Emperor Taizu of Han?
With the current control of the Qin State, they have been searching for the Xiang family for more than a year but still cannot find them. Is this capable minister among these one thousand people?
The desert sky is still clear and blue.
The fluffy white clouds connected together, like a cotton quilt with holes in it covering the sky.
After Yan shouted "good dog" repeatedly, he felt relieved and was no longer angry with Ying Chengjiao.
He took Ying Chengjiao to herd sheep and kindly taught Ying Chengjiao foreign languages.
Ying Chengjiao felt it was a little strange and a little ridiculous at first.
"If you do that again, I'll go find the political commissar!"
There is no need for him to go find the political commissar. It would be better if the political commissars came to him.
His thinking is divergent and his outward appearance is carelessness.
Yan lashed the ground with his whip, and two sheep that had poked their heads out of the flock shrank back.
"Joe!"
"Um?"
"Why don't you learn?"
Yan's eyes were full of confusion and anxiety.
Ying Chengjiao could even see tears in the eyes of this woman who was stronger than a man.
"This could save your life! Did you know that?"
The woman shouted, took a step closer, and repeated with greater force:
"It could save your life! It could save your life!"
There was no femininity in the voice, but it was rough yet delicate, and it echoed in the desert. It was spoken in the Xiongnu language.
Ying Chengjiao lowered his head.
"I'm sorry, I..."
He didn't know what to say.
Some of the words seemed ridiculous and wonderful to him, but they could save the lives of these Huns.
"You didn't let me down, you let yourself down and your tribe down!
"I know you want to be an eagle soaring in the sky, daring to pounce on everything. In your eyes, learning this Qin language is like a rabbit digging a hole, a sign of retreat and weakness.
“But the eagles in the sky can be counted, but the rabbits on the earth cannot be counted.
“You have to live, even if you are just a rabbit that might be eaten by a wolf, caught by a human, or caught by an eagle!
"Only by living can you become an eagle one day!"
Yan was very excited, and his high spirits did not diminish in the slightest because they were a nomadic people.
She was worried that the brave man she admired would die here, and she wanted the man in front of her who dared to curse Qin Gou loudly to survive.
Ying Chengjiao pursed his lips.
The lower class people everywhere are the same, they are all trying their best to survive .
"I understand. Please teach me. I think I will learn it before the sun goes down. "
"I trust you."
Yan smiled, and Ying Chengjiao thought it was very beautiful.
"If you do that again, I'll go find the political commissar!"
The beautiful Xiongnu woman spoke in non-standard Qin language.
Ying Chengjiao, whose native language was Qin language, stumbled as he learned this sentence with Yan.
This was a bit uncomfortable for him. He could obviously speak it quickly, fluently and standardly, but he had to pretend that it was extremely difficult. This was very difficult.
But Ying Chengjiao was not annoyed at all, he thought he was not qualified.
Compared with the difficulty of living, what is this difficulty?
"If you do that again, I'll go find the political commissar."
"Wrong, wrong! Don't be so calm!"
"Uh, that's about it, right?"
"Joe! This could save your life! You said you could be a rabbit!"
"…Can we not use the rabbit metaphor?"
"You can only become an eagle if you are a rabbit first!"
Ying Chengjiao sighed, stopped hesitating, and shouted out with emotion.
"If you do that again, I'll go find the political commissar!"
"Yes! That's it!"
Yan was surprised and praised loudly.
"You're awesome! You're awesome!"
Ying Chengjiao felt a little uncomfortable when he was praised. He felt that this way of praise was familiar...
“Woof woof!”
The black and white shepherd dog ran over excitedly.
"Why are you here?"
Yan squatted down and hugged the black and white shepherd dog.
"Good dog! Good dog!"
Ying Chengjiao sighed.
Can there be a slight difference between the way you praise people and the way you praise dogs?
The flock of sheep continued to move forward, with the combined efforts of the two men and the dog.
After learning foreign languages, Ying Chengjiao started chatting with the ordinary Xiongnu woman next to him.
"You have so many sheep? How big is your tribe?"
"I don't have so many. Most of them belong to other people in the tribe."
"Then why did you bring their sheep out? I only said I would help you herd the sheep, not theirs."
Yan looked at Ying Chengjiao strangely.
"Joe, are you really a Hun?"
Ying Chengjiao's heart tightened, not knowing what went wrong.
Before he could speak, Yan continued:
"Why don't you even know how to herd sheep? Everyone has only four or five sheep, so they naturally herd them together. Others have to do other things, such as making furs, milking sheep, and making cheese."
Yan tilted his head and looked at Ying Chengjiao, then suddenly realized.
"Qiao! You must be from the big tribe! I heard that everyone in the big tribe has forty or fifty sheep! They only graze their own sheep!"
A big tribe... Ying Chengjiao nodded.
"Well, I guess so."
Yan was a little excited.
"Then do you have any cows?"
"Yes... You don't? Aren't cows and sheep together..."
"You are indeed from a big tribe! Our tribe only has the chief who raises two cows, they are very precious."
Yan felt a little embarrassed. This was the first time Ying Chengjiao saw this expression on the Xiongnu woman's face.
"Will you let me release your cattle? I haven't done so yet."
"...My cattle were taken away by the Qin dogs, and they destroyed my tribe."
"I'm sorry, Joe, I don't know."
" It doesn't matter ."
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 gleaming with a fiery light.
"Joe, I want to sleep with you!"
This was the second time the woman had said this.
Ying Chengjiao stretched out his hands and held the woman in his arms. He seemed not to smell the strong fishy smell on the woman.
The woman dropped the whip and hugged Joe, who was from a large tribe and raised cattle, tightly.
"Don't be afraid."
Ying Chengjiao said softly, trying his best to make his voice light.
The two arms wrapped around his waist became tighter and tighter, until they began to tremble.
"Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid."
Ying Chengjiao stroked the woman's greasy, messy hair.
The woman buried her head and sobbed, like a sheepdog being comforted by its master.
Her name was Yan, a Xiongnu woman born in a small tribe. She had not learned the etiquette, morality, integrity and shame of the Central Plains, and she was illiterate and irrational.
But she was not so open-minded as to want to sleep with a Hun whom she had only known for two or three days twice.
She just felt like she was going to die.
You're going to die soon, so just indulge yourself.
She is very afraid of death.
"Your tribe was destroyed. How can our small tribe stop the Qin army?"
Ying Chengjiao lifted Yan's head and looked straight into Yan's watery eyes.
"Perhaps, it is precisely because you are small that you will not be destroyed?"
Time passes, and a day passes.
Maybe it was because she cried in front of Ying Chengjiao, or maybe Ying Chengjiao fabricated the story that she was from a big tribe. In short, Yan and Ying Chengjiao had a very good relationship.
With Yan's introduction, Ying Chengjiao quickly integrated into Yan's small tribe.
He drank kumis with the people of the tribe, ate cheese with them, caught rabbits and grilled them with them, and laughed and talked with them.
He would no longer suffer from insomnia in the yurt filled with the smell of mutton, and he would no longer shout "Qin dogs" after being persuaded by the Huns.
He and this small tribe spent days in anxiety, not knowing when death would come.
Together with this small tribe, I began to look forward to the future and said that if things continued like this, things would not be bad.
The resources in Gaoque City are far better than those in the area where the small tribe is located. Moreover, because the Huns have not set foot on this 700-mile land for several months, even in autumn, there is much more grass than in other places.
Gaoque City, which was originally inhabited by the Huns, had not yet reached the limit of supporting the Huns.
One hundred thousand Huns who were originally scattered in the barren land ate better and lived better in Gaoque, a fertile land that had not been eaten for several months.
The self-sufficient 100,000 Huns not only did not require Ying Chengjiao to bear the additional burden of food and fodder, but they could even provide food and fodder for Ying Chengjiao's 50,000 troops.
Before the upper limit of Gaoque is reached, the more Huns migrate in, the more food and fodder there will be.
In the eyes of the Qin army, a desert without crops was just a barren land, but in the eyes of the Huns, everywhere was a treasure.
For example, those fat wild rabbits that have been breeding underground for several months without anyone catching them, when caught and roasted, they sizzle and are really delicious to eat.
Over the next ten days, Yan and Ying Chengjiao remained close, but Yan did not say for the third time that he wanted to sleep with Ying Chengjiao.
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 increasingly fiery eyes and moved their hands more and more frequently, as long as she said that sentence, she could immediately stop the Qin soldiers from talking and moving.
This made Yan begin to believe that she would 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 lives has already prepared supplies for the winter. When the spring comes and the flowers bloom, the fertility of Gaoque will be enough for the small tribe's flock to give birth to dozens more lambs.
Not only Yan's tribe thought so, most tribes thought so.
Until...something that was very common in the past happened.
A patrolling Qin army broke into Ying Chengjiao's yurt under the worried gazes of a group of Huns.
Qin Jun said respectfully,
"General, something happened."
Ying Chengjiao narrowed his eyes.
"What is it?"
He has issued a military order that unless it is a serious matter, do not come to him.
