A leisurely life in ancient times

Chapter 459 What a delicate beauty!
a while.

The two walked out of the west city gate where the Panlong Stone hung, and went straight to the distant village.

The village is five miles west of Taoyuan, paved with a gravel road about one meter wide.At first, according to Jiang Qing's intention, the road was paved with bluestone as much as possible, and the road surface was expanded to three to five meters.Later, after some discussions, everyone decided to set the road surface to one meter and pave the road with gravel.

There is no such thing as a free lunch!
Everything is considered too thoroughly, and it is easy for the other tribes who migrated to not understand how to cherish it.

Only through personal experience, pain, and crying, can we know the hard-won happiness.

Stepping on the gravel road, overlooking the patchwork villages from a distance.

Jiang Qing's expression changed, showing joy.

The outskirts of the village are separated by simple tree vines wrapped around wooden stakes, which can prevent wild beasts from attacking at night.Although it is not as strong as the city wall, it is more convenient and durable.Furthermore, this village was only built for other clans to arrange in the future. From the beginning, Lang Mo didn't plan to build it so luxuriously and elegantly.

Compared with Prisoner Snake and Blackwood Tribe, this village looks magnificent!

The yellow-faced and hungry people stood hesitantly, not daring to move, raising their eyes from time to time to look at the scattered and clean houses around them from the corner of their eyes.Heart pounding, is this really where they will live in the future?The Prisoner Snake Tribe is poorer and more backward than the Blackwood Tribe. Although they are both clan-affiliated tribes, the Prisoner Snake Tribe still lives in animal skin tents, and only a few high-ranking tribesmen are eligible to live in wooden houses.

It's not that they don't want to live in a clean and tidy wooden house. The Naihe clan took away all the young and middle-aged men of the tribe, leaving behind old and weak women and children who couldn't even fill their stomachs. How to reflect on how to improve the living conditions of the tribe.

The situation of the Blackwood Tribe is slightly better, but not much better?

Although it is possible to live in a wooden house, items such as pottery are controlled by the clan, and there are not many at all, and ironware is even more delusional.In addition to a few pottery, the tribe still uses stone tools for daily life.The clan's restrictions on pottery and ironware are obviously stricter than those on food.

It is conceivable how the tribes under the clan can live a comfortable life with such a strict prohibition on circulation.

At this moment, many people saw that there were many clay pots and vats on the corridors of these clean and tidy wooden houses.Just looking at it, some people couldn't help swallowing their saliva, imagining when they could use these things, it would be worth starving to death.

When they were brought to Taoyuan by Lance and the others, they did not resist.

Rather than living in the heat of the clan with the clan, maybe leaving with Lance and the others can fill their stomachs.During these times, they have seen the strength of Lance and others with their own eyes.

Strong, stronger than any clan member they had ever seen!
Some people even have the idea of ​​becoming slaves. For these people who have been tortured by life, as long as they can fill their stomachs, it doesn't make much difference whether they are slaves...

Lang Mo sat upright, with half-closed eyebrows and eyes.

With a cold and proud face, he looked around from time to time to the location where the gravel road extended to the west gate of Taoyuan City.Thinking to himself, almost an hour has passed, why hasn't Mocha brought Jiang Qing here?Could something be wrong?
As he thought about it, the chill that lingered all over his body intensified unconsciously.

Lance pursed his lips, and squinted at the dark and cold patriarch of his family.

Patriarch, aren't you afraid of frightening the flowers and plants if you are so cold and insidious?
It's a pity that at most he dared to say a few words from the bottom of his heart, and he didn't have the guts to really say it.

Under the scorching sun, Lance felt anxious in his heart.

I really want to settle the matter here quickly and return to Taoyuan, he hasn't seen his beloved grass for a long time.

Thinking hard all over his body, his handsome face couldn't help exuding a gloomy aura.

Lang Mo looked up, saw Lance's face convulsed, and cursed: "Get out!"

When Lance heard this, his eyes lit up, and he let out a loud cry.As soon as he left, he galloped towards Taoyuan, waiting for Lang Mo's words.

Lance wailed violently, startling everyone.Several timid ones stumbled and fell straight to the ground.The whole face was ruined, Lang Mo twitched the corners of his mouth and couldn't bear to look at it, he turned his head and thought that Ya would arrange for someone to bring some ointment over.

These people traveled for two days and one night, did not take a shower, and the smell was strong.

Although Lang Mo sat far away, he could still smell the smell of sweat, with a faint smell of rancidity, which was very unpleasant.They don't look like tribal people, they are clearly a group of refugees, and they have the attributes of beggars.

"Whoosh-"

As soon as Jiang Qing and Mocha reached the entrance of the village, they saw a black shadow blowing across their cheeks like a hurricane.Leave a field of dead leaves, and the sky full of sand.

"What's going on?" Jiang Qing asked in surprise.

Looking at the back, it looks like Lance.It's just that this man ran like crazy on the gravel road, and those who didn't know thought he was being chased by a ghost.

Mocha's head was full of black lines, and he was speechless about Lance's occasional jumping-off behavior, and said, "Smooth it!" He said these three words very calmly, and he understood them at a glance, and he should have said a lot in normal times.

"Patriarch, we are here!" Mocha said calmly.

"Jiang Qing, come here quickly." Lang Mo stood up and said softly.

The soft and mellow voice is very magnetic and pleasant to listen to.

Involuntarily, those people with their heads bowed secretly looked up at Jiang Qing in Lang Mo's mouth.They all knew that Lang Mo was the head of the Chasing Wind Tribe, and also their future head. They were in awe and fear from the bottom of their hearts for this powerful and unsmiling head who often had a handsome face.

They saw with their own eyes that Lang Mo crushed the necks of several disobedient people with a wave of his hands without saying a word.With a cold and ruthless face, bloodthirsty and tyrannical thoughts are revealed in the eyes, which makes people unable to resist at a glance.

Ju Xing gritted his teeth, Mu Long didn't let her die, he just made her life worse than death.

Once, she hoped that Lang Mo would take a fancy to her and rescue her from this sea of ​​suffering.However, Lang Mo never looked at her more, which made Ju Xing, who had always boasted of his outstanding appearance, very unconvinced.Even Feng Luan, whose clan is high above her, dares to compete with her.Otherwise, she wouldn't be so fascinated by Qiu Tie that she couldn't find the north, and even violated the clan's rules and made an exception to give the Heimu tribe a lot of food.

However, when she raised her hand to see the person coming, her face was instantly ashen.

But Jiang Qing was dressed in simple linen, with a thin waist and a light bunch, showing gentleness.

The slender and well-proportioned show legs stepped on a pair of brown yellow rattan shoes, revealing the beautiful lotus feet, white, tender, smooth and silently exuding enchantment.Her watery eyes were smiling and pretty, shrouded in mist, and her charm was natural.Her long, jet-black hair was coiled high in a cloud bun with a hosta.

The corners of the lips are slightly pursed and turned up, and the soft lips are slightly opened, sending out an unspeakable invitation, trying to attract people to taste the fragrance.

The slender hands hanging on the waist and abdomen are like catkins.

Really, the skin is like creamy fat, and the collar is like a grub.

What a delicate beauty!
Everyone was stunned, staring in astonishment at Jiang Qing who was approaching Lang Mo with a clever smile.

Eyes are full of amazing colors!

No wonder Lang Mo looked down on Ju Xing, with such a stunning woman by his side, who could look up to other rouge and gouache?
(End of this chapter)