Reborn in the last years of Kangxi

Chapter 508
The raging blizzard blew all night, and the next morning the snow stopped, and the small wind was still blowing, but not as fierce as last night.

The postman let out a sigh of relief, and led the old horse out of the post station.Stepping on the knee-deep snow, looking at the vast expanse of whiteness in front of me, it seems that there is no living thing in the world anymore.

Yicheng was wrapped in several layers of leather jackets, followed outside with folded hands, looked up at the sky, and said: "Brother Zhou, it's the fault of the sufferer, let's move quickly, it will be good if Jiang Hei can reach Zhangjiakou."

"Damn, god damn it, I'm freezing to death." The postman spat out and smeared it, and landed on the snow, instantly turning into a small lump of ice.

He waved his hand at Yicheng, pulled down the hat curtain, and tightened the mail bag on the horse.On both sides of the saddle, there are paperwork on one side, and well-pressed grass on the other side.

There is no way to do it, the snow is so thick that the horses on the road can't eat grass, so they can only prepare in advance.

The postman got on his horse, yelled, and retreated in the direction of Zhangjiakou.

Because of the snow on the road, the horse couldn't run at all. The postman prayed in his heart that it wouldn't snow today, and let him reach Zhangjiakou safely.

Starting at dawn, at noon, the postmen had only traveled more than 30 miles.

The horse he sat on was snorting and couldn't move.The postman surnamed Zhou sat on the horse, built a shade with his hands, and squinted his eyes to look ahead.

Not far in front, there is a small earth slope, which looks like a place to leeward.

The postman urged the horse over and dismounted behind the hillside.

He untied the hay bag tied to the side of the saddle, trying to get out hay to feed the horse.Because the pressure was solid, he tugged hard twice before pulling out a bunch.

He touched the horse and sent the fodder to the horse's mouth, but his eyes widened involuntarily.

The horse was lowering its head, chewing something black in its mouth, looking a little strange.

Black, with half a piece of flesh, this... the postman shivered involuntarily, pulled the reins, and drove the horse to one side to graze.

Under the horse's mouth, something protruded from the snow, it was a frozen corpse whose scalp had been torn off.

The postman took a step back in fright, but almost tripped, and flung out the arm that was only attached to his body from the snow.

Even if this postman was somewhat worldly, he was also shocked by fright.

Holding the knife at his waist, he slashed the scabbard in the snow in front of him a few times, and the frozen corpses that fell were not one or two, but five or six.

There were also two dead horse corpses nearby. It was bitter cold beyond the Great Wall, and without horses, it was child's play.The other horses may have been separated from these people during the snowstorm.

Seeing that these dead bodies were all wearing fur clothes and carrying knives, they were all young and strong, the postman couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

Could it be that these are people from the army, on business outside the Great Wall, or else why come here at this time of year?

Although he bluffed just now, the postman's eyes couldn't help but brighten up.

He looked around, and there was no one in the white snow field except himself.

He rubbed his hands vigorously, and muttered: "Hey, don't take advantage of the bastard, this hard work is not in vain." As he said, he bent down and rolled over on those people.

After turning over several people in a row, there were only some broken silver and copper plates in the purse.

While sending money into the purse, the postman muttered over and over again: "Damn, it looks bright, but it's a poor ghost."

Turned over to the last person, but the purse was heavy.The postman was overjoyed, and hurriedly opened the purse, but upon seeing it, his face froze.

He weighed a whole purse of golden pancakes with his hands, at least five or sixty taels.

The postman took out a golden pancake in disbelief, put it in his mouth, and bit it hard.Immediately, there were two tooth marks on the golden pancake.

One tael of gold and ten taels of silver, that's five to six hundred taels of silver, enough for him to work for half his life.

The postman seemed to be in a dream, but he still couldn't believe it. He slapped himself hard, the pain was painful, and he was convinced that he was not dreaming...

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A few miles away, a yurt covered in snow was slowly rising from cooking smoke.

In the felt bag, Cao Yong sat cross-legged on the wool felt on the east side, looking at the simple stove in the middle.

It is said to be a stove, but it is just a shelf supported by iron bars, with two iron pots hanging on it.Underneath is a small stove pit built of stones, in which dried cow dung and sheep dung are burned.

Tea was being boiled in a half-sized iron pot, and the strong fragrance of tea filled the tent.The other one was bigger, and it was a large piece of mutton put in early in the morning. It hadn't been boiled yet, but the smell of meat came out.

The rug looks small, but besides the three generations of female relatives of the herdsman Batu's family, Cao Yong and his party of twelve people are now contained, so it is not too crowded.

Next to the iron pot, a strong Mongolian woman deftly filled the two stoves with cow dung.

On the rug just north of the rug, an old lady in her 60s and [-]s was sitting, wearing a blue cotton Mongolian gown, holding a brass prayer wheel in her hand, looking at everyone with a smile.

Next to the old lady, there was a little girl in her teens, wearing a bright pink Mongolian robe and a pointed hat on her head.

Among the Cao Yong group, only Cao Yong and Xiaoman can speak Mongolian.

Xiao Man was standing sideways in front of the stove, using iron tongs to skewer two biscuits and baking them beside the stove.

After a while, the biscuits were roasted until they were scorched, and Xiaoman looked at Cao Yong.

Cao Yong gestured to the old man's place, Xiaoman stood up, flicked the floating ash on the sesame seed cakes, pulled down two hot sesame seed cakes, bent down, and handed both hands to the old lady.

Seeing the old lady, she quickly shook her head and said in Mongolian, guests are welcome to use it for their own use, there is no need to be polite.

Xiaoman pointed to the cowhide pocket next to the stove, and told the old man in Mongolian that there was still a lot, so let's eat together.

After hearing this, the old lady took it with a smile, and handed a sesame seed cake to the little granddaughter next to her.

The little girl picked it up, smiled and glanced at Xiaoman who was talking to the old lady, and turned around to eat the biscuits.

The Mongolian woman had already filtered out the tea dregs in the tea pot, sprinkled a pinch of salt in the tea, poured in half a tube of goat's milk, boiled it again, and the milk tea was ready.

The Mongolian woman took a stack of coarse porcelain sea bowls, filled a bowl first, and brought it to the old lady with both hands.

The old lady waved her hand at her and murmured a few words in Mongolian.

Cao Yong heard the meaning of being courteous to the guests, and hurriedly leaned over to thank him, and said in Mongolian: "Old man, you use it first, thank you for your kindness, Buddha and Changshengtian will bless you with good health and longevity."

The old lady saw that Cao Yong was very polite, so she didn't give in any more. She kindly asked them not to be polite, as if she was at her own home.After saying this, the old man asked the woman to pour milk tea for everyone.

The Mongolian woman agreed, and filled a sea bowl with milk tea, starting from Cao Yongjing.

Although looking at the rugs and attire of the herdsmen, it is just an ordinary herdsman's family, but the Mongolians have always valued etiquette, and Cao Yong is not easy to neglect.

The woman is the old lady's daughter-in-law, the little girl's mother, she is a strong woman in her thirties, and she looks very cheerful.

She served tea with both hands, and said in Mongolian: "Guests from afar, please drink a bowl of fine wine from the grassland. May the high-flying goshawk bless your journey safely."

He bowed slightly, took the milk tea with both hands, and thanked him in Mongolian.

The others, although they didn't understand Mongolian, followed suit and took milk tea with both hands.

The woman brought up two large plates of milk tofu and placed them in front of everyone.

With this warm milk tea, two bites of milk tofu seem to warm you up.

I heard the sound of gurgling meat, and the smell of meat gradually filled the room.

Yesterday afternoon, during the blizzard, Cao Yong and others were lucky enough to meet Batu, a herdsman, and followed Batu to their yurt.

Because it was late, there was no stew last night, only milk tea and milk tofu were served to entertain everyone.Everyone's dinner is biscuits, milk tea, and some cooked food.

Now smelling the tangy smell of meat, it made everyone's saliva come out.

Everyone couldn't help looking at the meat pot, but Cao Yong looked at the door of the felt bag.

Wei Hei felt that the felt bag was stuffy, so he went out with the herdsman Batu to look at the livestock. He had been gone for less than half an hour and hadn't come back yet.

After a short while, the felt curtain at the door was lifted, and a Mongolian boy of fifteen or six years old came in, holding a dying half-sized sheep in his arms.

He is Batu's son, and his name is Nari Song.

Although he entered the felt bag and saw the guests, he still had a simple and honest smile on his face, but he couldn't hide the worry in his eyes.

The little Mongolian girl had already got up from her grandmother, ran to the door quickly, and touched the lamb in her brother's arms, with a sad look on her face.

Behind the Song that day, Wei Hei and Batu came in one after another, both holding the dying lamb in their arms.

Batu put the lamb aside, smiled at the guests, and asked the woman how the stew was doing.

The woman opened the lid of the pot and pricked it with chopsticks. The meat was already rotten.

Batu rubbed his hands, laughed "hehe" twice, and said to the old lady in Mongolian, invite the guests to have dinner.

The old lady looked at the lambs that couldn't get up, and smiled a little heavy, then turned the prayer wheel in her hand, and kindly invited Cao Yong to have a meal.

Cao Yong got up and thanked, turned around to greet everyone, and sat around the old man.

Wei Hei had already returned to Cao Yong's side, and said, "Master, in order to make room for us, most of their sheep froze to death. We have to make up for it. And our mounts, three of them froze to death."

Last night, when Cao Yong and others followed Batu back to the yurt, the blizzard was already heavy.

In order not to freeze their livestock to death, Batu's family drove more than 20 sheep into felt bags to avoid the cold.

Cao Yong and his party were about ten people, and the felt bag was full of sheep, and there was no place for anyone to stay.

Without hesitation, Batu took his son and drove the sheep to the outside pen.

Because of the heavy snowfall last winter, the pasture was not enough to eat. These sheep are already weak enough, how can they withstand the ravages of the blizzard?
No, after one night, most of them froze to death.

Batu wiped his hands, sat on the right hand side of the old lady, and greeted everyone heartily, without the slightest trace of annoyance or regret on his face.

For the herdsman's family, these dozens of sheep are the livelihood of the whole family.

In order to help strangers, although they have suffered heavy losses, they are still enthusiastic.

What a simple nation, Cao Yong was very moved in his heart.

People who have been fighting each other all day in the capital, facing these kind and simple people, really make people feel close.Not to mention, the ugly Mongolian man in front of him can be regarded as everyone's savior.

Thinking about howling ghosts and howling wolves last night, even in the rug, made people feel chills.

Even big animals like horses froze to death; if everyone hadn't met Batu, I couldn't imagine what it would be like.

The woman took two sea bowls the size of small basins, filled them with stewed mutton, and sent them to the old lady and the guests.

Batu took out the Mongolian knife at his waist, first cut a piece of mutton, and sent it to the old lady's bowl, and then invited everyone to enjoy it freely.

Cao Yong thanked in Mongolian, and then greeted everyone to start.

When everyone went out, they carried short knives on their bodies, cut off half a palm-sized piece of meat, dipped it in salt and ate it, but their mouths were full of oil, and they relished it.

Some, who are not accustomed to using meat as their staple food, ask the hostess to help fill half a bowl of broth, and eat it with sesame seed cakes.

This meal was a joy for both the host and the guest.

Cao Yong and the others deviated from the post station yesterday and came here. After inquiring with Batu, they realized that they were still more than 30 miles away from the Yandengtu post station.

Batu had sold sheepskins and bought salt there, so he was familiar with the road.

Seeing that Cao Yong and the others were all dressed up as foreigners, knowing that they were not from the grassland, Batu worried that they would get lost again, so he volunteered to send them there.

Although Cao Yong was embarrassed to bother this enthusiastic man, but everyone lacked mounts and were not familiar with the road conditions, so they had the audacity to ask Batu for help.

After explaining a few words to his mother and wife, Batu went outside to set up a car.

Cao Yong looked at the lamb lying on the ground in the felt bag, quietly untied the purse he was carrying with him, and tucked it behind the shelf where the old lady put the prayer wheel while everyone was not paying attention...

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