Second Sister Nongmen has space

Chapter 301 Redstone Tribe
Song Dekui is a very approachable person, and his words are very interesting. A few words can relax the two Jiang family sons who were still awkward and cautious with strangers, and they all laughed at this moment.

The three men immediately became intimate, and the son of the Jiang family even talked about how good it is for a girl from the Di clan to be a daughter-in-law.

With a shy face, Jiang Xiaoni asked Song Liyun what kind of beautiful floral cloths there are in the town now.

Song Liyun only heard about half of the situation in the grassland just now, and her heart ached.

The Redstone Tribe living in Hungry Wolf Beach said that the Mida Valley is in chaos!
What kind of chaos?
Rivers of blood, or all turned into slaves?

Ash and the others, are they okay?
She wanted to ask a few more questions, but now that Jiang Xiaoni was pestering her to ask about the floral cloth, she had no choice but to give her the small pouch hanging around her waist.

Anyway, it was given to her by Mrs. Yun before she left. It was all made by the daughter-in-law in the village. The thick needles and threads are not exquisite.

They were bought from the town market for three Wen each, and the quantity was large, which was convenient for her to pack and give away.

Jiang Xiaoni is getting married, so treat it as a gift from herself.

When Jiang Xiaoni saw Song Liyun giving her a bright red purse, her face flushed with excitement.

The two daughters-in-law of the Di family were also very greedy for the bright purses, so Song Liyun gave each of them a colorful thread lanyard to facilitate them to wear jewelry.

When the three aunts and sisters-in-law went to the side to look at their presents, Song Liyun fell into anxiety.

She has experienced the chaos at the beginning of the end of the world, experienced the struggle between bases for supplies and population, and knows the cruelty of battle.

If he didn't go to the grassland, and didn't hear about the conflict in the Mida River Valley from other people, Song Liyun could still quietly wait for the news from the guard in the busy life of Suijin Town.

But when she really saw the escaped tribe at this time, she kept thinking about Ashi Abu and the beggar, and Yuquan's heart became anxious.

With the guidance of the Redstone tribe from the Mida Valley, she had the opportunity to go into the grassland to have a look.

Early the next morning, Song Liyun handed a letter to Lao Jiangtou, asking him to wait for him to leave before handing it to Fort Wei.

Song Zhenping's leg injury has passed the most dangerous period, and he just needs to take care of it slowly.

Han Ming is in charge of everything at home, and it can be done without him.

Song Liyun knew that when she entered the battlefield alone, it was not because of deep love, but to add chaos to death.

Not only can't help much, but it will also bring life danger to oneself.

She just wanted to find the escaped tribes in the outskirts of the Mida River Valley, and inquire about the news while buying furs for business.

So Song Liyun, under the guidance of the boss of the Jiang family, went to find the Hongshi tribe who lived on the Gobi Desert.

The Hongshi tribe is really small, with only six or seven yurts in total.

Song Liyun stooped to get inside the semi-circular felt roof and the wicker walls tied with felt blankets.

Cow dung was burning in the firepit, and the warm air filled the dark yurt with a strong fishy smell, which made Song Liyun sneezed unexpectedly.

This is the authentic nomadic style.

During the few days when I lived in the yurt at the mouth of the Huangsha River, the comfort in all aspects was comparable to that in a modern resort.

She could tell that it was Zhao Tingduo's habit of taking care of herself in every way.

In the world of adults, no amount of sweet talk can compare with daily care.

At this time, unconsciously, Song Liyun's affection for Zhao Tingduo increased again.

The Hongshi tribe is just an ordinary small tribe, because they intermarried with Wuchao people, and the patriarchs in it can also speak Wuchao dialect.

The patriarch is a dry little old man with a big beard, wrapped in a turban, and under the thick eyebrows are slit eyes like a falcon.

The violent sunshine on the grassland and the four seasons of wind and sand have engraved his face with the traces of time.

After hearing the introduction from the boss of the Jiang family, he was very surprised to see that a girl named Song Liyun dared to sell fur goods in the Di tribe.

And some don't take it seriously, what can a girl do, she can only make trouble.

Looking at Song Dekui's slender figure again, the contempt in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

All the Di tribes looked up to were men who could handle horse-drawn bows. Wu Chao, a man and a woman, couldn't even count as a caravan, so he didn't look good.

But the man was brought by the boss of the Jiang family, and this was under the eyes of the Zhenbei Army.

If he sins against the people of the Wu Dynasty, he will be kicked out of this area, and even killed by the army. There is still some politeness on the surface.

But when the boss of the Jiang family left, he didn't want to be polite to these two young people. He sat on the old wool felt, pretended not to understand anything, and waited for the small caravan with only two people to salute him.

Song Liyun entered the yurt, looked at the dirty carpet next to her with distaste, and then looked at the old man who was sitting still. She didn't bend down, just stood up straight like this, and snorted coldly: "The red stone man, this is your dick!" The way the family treats guests?"

The red stone man glanced at Song Liyun and Song Dekui, stroked his shaggy beard, and said in a blunt Wu Dynasty dialect: "Hospitality? It depends on who the guests are. Although the Red Stone Department is small, it is not for people to coax casually.

You girl said that you are a caravan. There are no big horses pulling carts, no men who carry jobs, and no bodyguards with knives. What kind of caravan is it?

A person with delicate skin and tender flesh dares to come to the grassland, can he withstand the strong wind? "

The caravan walks on the grassland all year round, and even the herds of cattle may be blown away by strong winds, let alone such a delicate girl.

Speaking of caravans, I am afraid that the pampered girl found a reason to go to the grassland to play.

That's the kind of game the big guys like to play.

Although he has never encountered such a thing, he heard about it when he communicated with other tribes in the Mida Valley.

Song Dekui used to be in the market. He didn't see any faces and mouths. He didn't care about the ridicule on the red stone. He smiled: "Leader, there is a saying in our Wu Dynasty. If you haven't seen it, then don't mess around." Guess. Maybe you are chasing a sheep’s butt every day, and your knowledge is as short as a sheep’s tail.”

"You..." The shriveled old man was so angry that his eyes widened: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you right away?"

Song Liyun raised her chin with a proud face: "You don't dare!"

This is the border of the Wu Dynasty, as long as something happens to him, the tribe will be wiped out.

She didn't want to make it public, but A Shi said that the people of the Di clan were different from Wu Chao, they didn't like to show weakness.

Because the weak are not suitable to survive on the grassland.

In a herd of cattle, wolves always pick the weakest one.

People in the tribe will also bully cowards.

Hearing Song Liyun's domineering "dare not", the red stone man immediately held his breath. He did not dare, but he could not be so subdued.

"You are not a caravan, you are deliberately here to humiliate my Redstone tribe, we don't welcome it!"

The old man was going to explode in anger, so he went to fetch the scimitar hanging beside him in a rage.

Before he pretended to take it off, Song Dekui had already taken out a paper bag from the cardboard box he was holding and threw it on the ground casually, writing lightly in his mouth: "Hey! It seems that we can't exchange for the goods if we have something! Then throw it away. Right! Anyway, you are not rare."

"Snapped!"

The paper bag fell to the ground, and the contents inside were scattered all over the place... It was white powder, plus some leaf-like things.

Seeing the white powder clearly, the shriveled old man's body stiffened, his eyes went straight, and he rushed over with a loud "Aww": "Salt, the salt is all sprinkled!"

(End of this chapter)