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Chapter 111 Stealing Sheep
The thick snow seems to have covered the ground with a layer of quilts, burying everything. Looking around, the entire grassland is white, as if entering a pure white world.

If you are traveling, Si Zhai will definitely enjoy this beautiful snow scene calmly.

But this time...

He just wants to eat grass.

Su Wu was busy digging his own bed over there, mainly for the dried snake meat under the bed.

Si Zhai led a group of lambs, stepped on the thick snow, and easily jumped out of the sheep pen that had trapped them.

Based on his memory, Si Zhai led the flock to a big snow bag not far from the sheep pen, and then directed the lambs to dig the snow with their hooves.If he remembered correctly, there were bales of hay under the snow pack.

The snow was nearly one meter thick, and Si Zhai and the others used their hooves to dig it out. It would probably take a long time to dig out the hay.

Fortunately, the snow that has just fallen is very soft and can be easily scraped away with hooves.

If you stay for a few more days, the upper layer of snow will melt, and the melted snow water will seep into the lower layer of snow, fill the gaps between the sparse snow with snow water, and then freeze, which will make the snow layer more compact. At that time, it will be difficult to plan.

After about half an hour, the quick-planing lamb has already been able to see the hay.

And the thick snow layer became thinner and thinner with the unremitting efforts of the lambs.

Near noon, the haystacks were finally dug out, and behind them, the dug out snow accumulated on top of the one-meter-high snow layer, forming a snow wall about two meters high. It looks quite spectacular.

Si Zhai took a bale of hay in his mouth, walked to the side, first bit off the thin grass rope that tied the hay, took a bite of hay, and chewed it with the sheep's mouth left and right.

Due to being covered by snow, the hay was a bit wet, and it was rare to chew it in the mouth, and the hungry stomach finally felt better.

The other lambs followed suit, and each took a bundle of hay and began to gnaw.

Not far away, Su Wu had dug out the bed and the snake meat under the bed, and was busy clearing the snow and setting up the tent again.

Seeing his busy appearance, Si Zhai thought to himself: It's better to build a snow house.

The igloo is a house where the Inuit live. It is semicircular in shape and made entirely of snow. It is strong and warm inside.

In the nearly five months of winter on Lake Baikal, snow is common in the future, and it is unlikely to melt the snow.In this case, building a snow house is the most suitable.

However, it is estimated that Su Wu doesn't know what a snow house is.

Si Zhai ate the grass obediently. After eating the grass, he led the sheep to rest around the haystack, temporarily using this place as a new sheep pen.

……

Half a mile to the east from Su Wu's tent, there is a tribe named Ding Ling.

The Dingling tribe is not among the 31 tribes, but is attached to one of the big tribes.Their kind of tribe, in modern times, is that kind of small village, while those big tribes are cities and provinces.

This year's Dingling tribe is a bit difficult. Their tribe is sparsely populated, so when the new leader was recruited, there were no people in the tribe.

Therefore, their tribe had to fill half of the tribe's cattle and sheep into the army. After this winter, many tribesmen would starve to death.

At this time, after the heavy snowfall, many cattle and sheep were missing, and the old patriarch's hair was grey. If I knew this, it would be better to let the young people of the tribe go to the conscription!

Just as the old patriarch was sighing, the third son who had gone out to help the clan returned.

As soon as the third son came in, he first poured a bowl of hot water. Although it was better to drink some wine at this time, mare's milk was a luxury here, and they were reluctant to use it for wine.

After the third son finished drinking the water, he saw that his father was still frowning and thinking about something, so he couldn't help interrupting him: "Father, I finished clearing the snow for Gouzi's house, and three of his sheep were lost, and one was buried in the snow." They froze to death, and there are only 3 sheep left. Look, are we helping out?"

Hearing this, the old patriarch frowned, and after a while, sighed: "Let's have a look first, if it's really not good, let them come to our house to eat!"

The third son nodded, and suddenly said: "Father, why don't we steal that Su Wu's sheep? I heard he has a lot of sheep there."

The old patriarch glared at him immediately: "What nonsense, his sheep were given to him by the Great Chanyu, and if we stole them, it would be an offense to the Great Chanyu! If people find out, our tribe will be finished!"

The third son curled his lips: "The way we are now, it's not because of that big Shanyu. If she hadn't confiscated so many cattle and sheep from us, would we have been able to suffer so much? Su Wu's sheep are not half enough for us to give to the army. That’s too much! Counting it, we’re still at a disadvantage!”

The old patriarch sighed: "I'm still to blame for this matter. If I had agreed with the tribe's young people to join the army, we wouldn't be like this. I heard that those tribes that joined brought back a lot of cattle and sheep!"

"Tch, although we didn't produce anyone, we can count the cattle and sheep. Why don't we have any share in those spoils of cattle and sheep!"

The old patriarch said helplessly: "You still don't understand this. Those cattle and sheep given to our small tribes are actually intercepted by those big tribes. This is a common practice."

"Ah? How could they do this? Da Shanyu doesn't care!"

The old patriarch shook his head and smiled wryly, thinking: Without Da Shanyu's acquiescence, how dare they do this...

"Hey!" The third son's eyes lit up, and he looked at the old patriarch with enthusiasm: "Father, you said that those of us who graze all the year round were almost buried by this snow. That Su Wu has no experience at all, will you It will be worse than us, maybe... it will be buried in the snow, or freeze to death?"

The old patriarch frowned: "You mean..."

"What I mean is, let's go and see him. If he dies, we'll bring his sheep back. At that time, no one will check the whereabouts of these sheep." The third son added: " And I heard that he also has a divine sheep, which can shepherd without a shepherd."

The old patriarch didn't pay attention to his son's last words, because it sounded too mysterious and had no truth at all.But for the previous sentence, I thought about it.

Those sheep were indeed given to Su Wu by the Great Chanyu, but now it is the time of war, and no one will go back to pay attention to such a down and out messenger like Su Wu.

And even if people pay attention, if Su Wu dies, people will focus on Su Wu. Who cares about a group of 'lost' sheep?

The old patriarch thought for a while, made a decision, and looked at his son: "Then I will leave this matter to you, you take a few good shepherds from the tribe, and go to Su Wu to bring back all the sheep you can find. "

"But remember, if Su Wu is alive, you should come back quickly and don't do unnecessary things, do you understand?"

The third son didn't listen to anything else, only listened to what his father agreed to, quickly patted his chest, and said happily: "Okay, leave it to me!"

(End of this chapter)