Chapter 1: The Whip
"Smack!"
With the sound of breaking the sky, there seemed to be a blast in the air, and Ruan Bai only felt a dull pain coming out of the crack in the bone.
A large hole was left in the gray-brown coarse cloth, and the cold wind shrubbed into it, and the wood was painful.
The whip in his hand was still a young man, riding on horseback, and scolding something in a voice that was still immature. But it was like two balls of cotton stuffed in his ears, and he couldn't hear clearly.
A voice seemed to come from a distant place, and the boy rode around twice and scolded him twice before reluctantly walking away.
Ruan Bai was lying on the ground, and what caught his eye was a pair of hands with cracked black and yellow bones, and under his hands were coarse soil particles, and the sparse grass roots could be vaguely seen.
Where is this?
It's good anywhere, it's good that he's not dead.
"Ahem." My throat was dry, and I just coughed twice, and there was a tingling pain in my throat. Holding back the itch in his throat, he barely swallowed a mouthful of saliva and staggered after the procession.
Herds of cattle and sheep, carrying high burdens, followed by a group of people with disheveled heads, can hardly distinguish between men and women, and even less can see expressions.
Several men and women, riding horses as tall as men, cruised around the procession, and when they saw someone leaving the group, they whipped it down. Some of them fall directly on people, but most of them fall on them as warnings.
Heavy breathing spread in his ears.
As the vision becomes clearer, the hearing gradually recovers. The voice of the man on horseback was strange and high-pitched, and could be heard clearly even under the noise of so many animals.
Ruan Bai wrote down what they said word by word, and silently recited it in his heart over and over again.
Even if you don't understand the specific meaning, a person's voice can reveal a lot of affection - love, strictness, coldness, coquettishness, joy, longing......
Combined with the clothes and the faces of everyone who seized the opportunity to see, by the time he was about to set up camp, Ruan Bai already knew a lot of information, but he didn't know if it was useful or not.
Syllable!
There was another bang in the air, and it landed beside Ruan Bai. It was still the boy who wielded the whip, but after the previous reprimand, this time the whip did not fall on the person's body.
This time, it was not Ruan Bai who was targeted by the teenager, but another young man walking beside him.
Ruan Bai turned sideways without a trace, distanced himself a little from the young man beside him, and continued to honestly unload the luggage from the cow and horse.
The young man asked something in a loud voice in their language, and when he saw the hunched young man with a dazed look, he could only ask again in the broken Da Zhou official dialect: "What are you hiding?" ”
Ruan Bai breathed a sigh of relief slightly, even if the young man's accent was thick, he finally understood a sentence. He has never been afraid of not being able to learn a language, but it is always good to have at least a reference, or even a cultural heritage that does not go against his own cultural heritage.
What happened to him was so weird that it could only be explained by a time travel in some popular novel. As far as the current situation is concerned, although the "masters" are not easy to get along with, they obviously have no intention of killing them. As long as the safety of life is guaranteed, even if it is only temporary, then the so-called master will not pose a threat to him.
He worries about his surroundings. The lack of information left him unsure of where it was, of what had caused his current situation, or of who he was enslaved with. He wasn't sure if someone would stab him in the back when he reached out to his master.
People do not destroy heaven and earth for themselves, and the harsher the environment, the more human nature is tested.
Ruan Bai would never hand over his back hand to a group of precarious people.
Just as he was thinking to himself, the young man questioned stretched out a hand similar to his own, with a handful of grass seeds on it. The young man's voice was dry and hoarse, and he spat out almost angrily: "...... Hungry ......"
When the boy saw the result, he snorted and walked away disinterested. It is not uncommon to see the seeds of the most common grass found in the grasslands. Thinking that his father had said that he would keep them in the bazaar and sell them in exchange for beautiful silk for his sister's wedding dress, he shouted to his mother, who was cooking, "Is the rice ready?" "These are my sister's dowry, and I can't sell them for money when I die. His sister was a girl who was going to marry a tribal warrior, but she couldn't be underestimated because of her small dowry.
Around the campfire, two women were doing it, and they didn't let the slaves do it. The air soon filled the air with the aroma of pancakes, mixed with oil and milk.
What fell into Ruan Bai's hand was a bowl of hot soup, which had no contents, like boiling pot water, but there were a few oil stars.
His empty stomach warmed, and he closed his eyes and curled up in the barn with the others for the night. The smell is really intriguing, and it is good to keep warm from the wind.
In this situation, I really can't pay much attention to it. Even if he was so hungry that he wanted to nibble on the sheep raw.
In the second half of the night, Ruan Bai woke up.
The temperature is already completely two seasons from before going to sleep, and the exhaled heat forms a white mist in the air, and the exposed nose and ears are cold.
There was a faint sound of rustling around him, and then the starlight in the sky and the distant light of the campfire, and he saw the people around him weaving grass. The rough hands were bent to and fro, looking very much like that, and in a moment they were scattered into a pile of grass clippings.
The man looked at the grass that had been tortured to the point of disappearance, and his brows were furrowed, as if he was facing a difficult problem in the world.
Ruan Bai's face was expressionless, and his breathing did not change, and he subconsciously stretched out a hand, not only startled himself, but even the other party was so frightened that he almost jumped up from the ground.
He watched the other party support the ground with one hand and the other hand on the waist, and remained silent.
Soon, a handful of grass was placed in his hand. The last thing that is lacking in the grassland is grass. During this season, the withered yellow grass is everywhere, and it is not known when the man collected it. He moved his hands somewhat absentmindedly, and soon rolled out two pairs of straw sandals. A pair of yourself, a pair of men.
I already had shoes on my feet, and I don't know how long I walked, but the soles of my shoes were so thin that they were almost as thin as they were, and I was afraid that if I walked two more steps, I would fall apart. The toes are exposed, and it's incredibly cool.
The man's eyes sparkled in the night, and they were full of surprise, and after taking the straw sandals, he applied them to his feet with some care. Suddenly, the feet that were originally leaking everywhere were wrapped tightly, and the heat could begin to accumulate, no longer cold and numb, and even not grinding their feet much.
The man handed over another handful of grass.
This time, Ruan Bai finally saw where the grass came from. The man stuffed the grass in his clothes, and the grass was exactly the same as that of the animals.
Is it really good to grab the rations of the livestock?
Such a thought only flashed in Ruan Bai's mind, when he was not well fed and clothed, even if he had to be compassionate, it would not be his turn to treat the animals as the object of mercy. If the cattle don't have enough to eat, they starve to death and share a bowl of mutton soup......
He shook his head violently, feeling that his stomach had taken control of his brain. Now it's clear that those animals are worth a lot more than they are.
After moving my fingers a bit, I obviously got a little more heat, and I was much more flexible when I knitted again.
The man watched intently, making Ruan Bai feel that a flower had bloomed in his hand...... No, it's the feeling of a fragrant chicken thigh. With a shake of his fingers, the grass stalks broke, and the man grinned silently.
It turns out that you will also tear it off - Ruan Bai instantly read his eyes, he didn't bother to hum, took off his tattered coat, tied the braided straw mat to the outside of the single coat, and then put on the tattered coat; He rolled up his trouser sleeves again, tied elbow pads and knee pads at the joints, ignored the man's curious and eager eyes, and rolled up his lungs to sleep.
Less than five minutes after closing his eyes, Ruan Bai was awakened. It was as if he had been bitten by a wild beast on his arm, and the pain was numb.
The man who started his attack had an innocent face, a completely "I don't know anything" face, and handed over a pile of grass.
Ruan Bai almost didn't ease up in one breath, covered his face and lowered his head and sighed, and when the man's hand was about to pinch over again, he quickly took the grass and began to weave his fingers in resignation.
The man grinned, a mouthful of big white teeth almost shining.
The shape shì is stronger than people, he endures!
The elbow pads were braided, the man stretched out his arm, and Ruan Bai put them on.
The knee pads were braided, the man stretched his legs, and Ruan Bai put them on.
The straw mat was braided, and the man spread his hands......
Ruan Bai kicked over, looking at the appearance of this habit of being served, he was full of flaws, and he really didn't know how he got mixed up like this.
But he's not a petty!
The man was stunned for a moment when he saw that Ruan Bai didn't move, and then probably reacted, flattened his mouth, and dressed himself aggrievedly.
He's wronged! Ruan Bai was furious, gathered his clothes, and tilted his head to sleep. Seeing that tomorrow is going to be a "Long March" again, it is not possible to do it without a body.
After the man finished tidying up his clothes, he wanted to show off when he was satisfied, but when he saw that the object being shown off did not cooperate at all, his fingers were about to stretch out again, so he put it down after thinking about it, and adjusted his position instead, blocking the wind for Ruan Bai.
The explosion of the whip sounded in his ears, and Ruan Bai was about to attack subconsciously, so he remembered the current situation, and quickly got up again, causing the whipping boy to laugh.
Ruan Bai was submissive on the surface, even if he lowered his head, he even looked timid and shrunken, looking like a standard quail. As a slave, there was no such thing as washing, and he directly lined up with the others to receive a bowl of water for breakfast.
He warmed his hands with a bowl, and then drank the hot soup as much as he could, so light that there was no saltiness, and it was not enough to describe. After a careful aftertaste, it is still mixed with various subtle ...... The smell of the water in the pot is not even the oil star this morning.
There were nearly twenty slaves, and the slave owners certainly did not give twenty bowls. In fact, there are so many of them that there are only two bowls.
Ruan Bai handed the bowl to the person behind him, but when he turned around, he was stopped by the girl serving the soup. According to his judgment, this girl should be the daughter of the "chief", the sister of the little kid who whipped him yesterday.
He couldn't understand what she was saying, but he could see her point to the straw sandals on his feet and gesticulating a few times.
The leader watched his daughter talking to a slave and quickly strode over. The girl trotted over, hugged the leader's arm and shook it around, the leader's wife on the side had a doting smile on her face, the young man rolled his eyes, pouted and walked over to Ruan Bai and pointed to the straw sandals, and then pointed to the girl: "Teach." ”
Ruan Baicheng agreed with trepidation, he couldn't help refusing, and he didn't want to refuse.