Thirty-two-year-old Wu He's hair has turned white.

After six years of hard work, he now has sixteen wives, thirty-three children, and more than six hundred sheep.

Counting the knots that represent his wealth every day is a big burden, those huge numbers for him he have never counted clearly, but he likes to watch his rope continue to add knots one after another, Wu He has never thought of giving up this kind of life, on the contrary, whoever dares to take away his current life is his own enemy of life and death.

This morning, he ate half a leg of mutton, and he couldn't eat it anymore, so he handed the rest of the lamb to his eldest son.

Watching his son gobble up half-cooked lamb legs, Wu He felt that he was old for the first time, and a few years ago, he didn't have any problems eating a fat lamb hind leg by himself.

Today's weather is excellent, looking at his wives bare their fat chests and catching lice in the sun, Wu He feels that he is still very young, two wives who are already pregnant, their bellies are already very large, just lying on the sheepskin pile lazily basking in the sun, it looks like they are about to give birth.

"In five days, the baby will be rolled out of the belly with a stick."

Wu He muttered to himself, then took his scimitar on his shoulder, and began to inspect his territory, today, if the kid of the Dalu family dares to sneak through the birch forest again, let him taste the power of his scimitar.

Hiding in the one-person-high artemisia grass for a long time, the sun was about to set, the kid of the Dalu family still did not appear, and Wu He, who was bitten by the insects in the grass, finally couldn't help but walk out of the grass in a circle.

Then he saw a strange young man, who was using firewood from the land of the Wu He family to roast the rabbits that were jumping on the land of the Wu He family.

There is no need to think about this, Wu He immediately pulled out a knife and pounced, the rabbit roasted on the fire was very fat, the clothes on the young man's body were also very beautiful, and the most important thing was that there were two horses tied to the grass beside the young man.

What Wu He's family lacks most now is horses, he has long wanted one, although the young man is very beautiful, and he looks at himself with a smile, these are not important, Wu He feels that he must get those two horses, and with a horse, Wu He can become the biggest lord in this land.

Bo Bo ate two rabbits alone is actually a little reluctant, and now suddenly there is an extra clansman who is still wrapped in a leather jacket in the summer, he is actually very happy, and before he has time to use Jurchen to talk about the old days with the clansmen, his bald clansman rushed over with a knife.

Bo Bo was very happy, he looked like a fat sheep, if the clansmen saw a lonely person like himself, if he didn't start robbing and killing, he would not be a qualified Jurchen.

It's just that this guy's force value is too low, Bo Bo held a roast rabbit on a wooden stick in one hand, while avoiding Wu He's scimitar sideways, and then his body turned in a big circle in the air, his body turned around like a windmill and kicked his right leg heavily on the neck of the clansmen, his left foot fell to the ground, and his body continued to rotate and stopped, and Wu He had already rolled his eyes and was knocked unconscious by a kick, and the momentum took him to the ground with a pestle, and the knife flew somewhere.

Bo Bo knew how heavy his leg was, and the thick elm tree couldn't withstand his own whip leg, and when he was in the Eagle's Nest, he had learned a lot of silver with a spear and stick instructor who turned to attack the leg for a long time, even if he was a big man like Huzi, he wouldn't be too easy to get there.

The head of the sect said that he relied on this iron tile to get the name of the king of Yama with iron legs, which is the ability to eat, although his parents, wives and children cannot speak.

Bo Bo looked up at Hai Dongqing, who had just been frightened and flew up, and saw Hai Dongqing patrolling in the air for a while and then falling down again, so he roasted the rabbit in his hand on the fire again and began to eat his own dinner.

After dinner, Bo Bo carefully washed up, this is a bad habit learned from the big handsome, in the past, Bo Bo didn't poke his teeth with willow branches at all, and he didn't wash his face at all, this instinct was a habit that the tiger had to develop after being forced to wash it for more than a year.

The clansmen on the ground still didn't wake up, they laughed, this guy on the ground was pretending to be dead, and he knew very well how much force he had used just now, and that leg definitely didn't break this guy's neck.

The firewood stick in his hand was gently flicked in the charcoal fire, and a small piece of wood that had completely turned dark red fell into the palm of the clansman's spread outstretched hand.

A pig-killing howl rang out suddenly, and Wu He jumped up from the ground screaming, holding his left hand and screaming, but he didn't dare to run away.

"What kind of race are you?"

Wu He was taken aback when he heard the pure Jurchen words, and hurriedly said respectfully: "I am the brother of Kelibo!" ”

Bo Bo sighed, and the branch in his hand immediately went down without a head or face, and it was just a Jurchen who became able to pretend to be dead, and now he has become a lie, which is absolutely unforgivable.

Kelibo has been very famous in recent years, especially after his failed raid on the Liao Emperor, and legends about him have been circulating among the black mountains and white waters.

Over time, his story was passed down by word of mouth, and finally lived up to expectations and became a standard myth.

The height is eight zhang, the waist circumference is also eight zhang, and a hammer in his hand weighs 10,000 catties, such a legend that other Jurchens will believe, but Bo Bo, who has been influenced by the philosophical and cultural system of the Great Song Dynasty, does not believe it anyway.

The prestige of the Keri bowl can be used, but it must not be used so obscenely as the clansman in front of him.

Whether Wu He resisted, ran away, or begged, the branch in Bo Bo's hand could always be accurately pumped on his mouth, and after a while, Wu He's mouth was bleeding nonstop, and his whole head began to swell.

His mouth was broken, and Wu He could only close his mouth and say nothing, although his body rolled on the ground, he no longer said a word begging for mercy.

Wu He has already accepted his fate, this young man is a terrifying master of "fighting Jurchen", he already knows his fate, so when the branch in Bobo's hand stopped, he stared at Bo Bo deadly, this is probably the last person he saw in this world.

Wu He was one of the few smart Jurchens among the Jurchens, and he knew that the reason why the young man asked about his own race was actually to know where the rest of the Jurchens were from his own mouth.

A long time ago, he had seen how the Liao people "beat the Jurchens", and his neighbor Hulik's head was inserted in wood as a sign of "beating the Jurchens", and the reason why he was able to become rich was largely because he owned Hulik's pasture and livestock and the grain he left behind.

The Liao people cut off all the heads of Hulik's wife and sons, and inserted all the heads all the way, Wu He didn't think that such a thing would happen to him, this powerful Liao man could at most put his head on the branch, and wanted to put all the heads of his son and wife on the branches, which was simply impossible, thinking that his eldest son was already able to graze alone, Wu He was not too anxious in his heart, he was already old, and he should die.

Bo Bo tied up Wu He, tied his four hooves upside down, put his stomach on the ground, and then went into the tent to sleep, and after a long day's walking, it was really time to rest.

Wu He turned his body upside down, looking at the two eagles standing on the back of the war horse in a daze, after the morning star on the horizon had appeared, after the eagle hid his head under the wings and began to sleep, Wu He twisted his body slightly.

It hurt so much to put his hands and feet on the fire to roast it, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans flowed down Wu He's forehead, and he gnawed his mouth on the ground, pressing his nose into the dirt, and forced himself to endure the pain of being burned by the fire.

As soon as his hands and feet were loosened, Wu He slowly left the fire, looked at the flames still burning on his hands and feet, and quietly pressed them into the earth, until there was no trace of spark, and then slowly crawled into the grass not far away.

As soon as Wu He left, Bo Bo walked out of the tent, looked at the slightly shiny sky on the horizon, took out a piece of dried meat from the horse bag, cut it into pieces and fed it to Hai Dongqing, and then threw them into the sky, and took out a small bag of soybeans and put it in the horse pocket and buckled it on the heads of the two war horses, and finally sat down by the fire and warmed up the little rabbit meat left yesterday, gobbled up the humble breakfast, and extinguished the fire with sand, and then led the two war horses that had eaten soybeans and walked into the grass, from beginning to end, He didn't even glance at the charred and scattered ropes on the ground.

It is enough to deal with their own people with small means of indulging, Bo Bo is very aware of this reality, the Liao people show their superiority in IQ in front of the Jurchens, and often a very crude plan can kill a large number of Jurchens.

Bo Bo is different, he has seen the most despicable schemes in the world, seen the most tortuous calculations in the world, and also knew the power of wisdom from the history books of the Han people.

Now, he just wants to make his race smarter and know how to arm his brain with wisdom, and after studying in Tokyo for more than half a year, he knows how terrifying the power of wisdom is.

Wu He's home is very secretive, and in order to keep it secret, Wu He's wives will sweep the sheep dung from the mouth of the small valley every day and sprinkle it with dust.

This kind of behavior has made Wu He's family peaceful for more than four years.

When Bo Bo stood at the mouth of the small valley where Wu He's house was located, he looked at the green grass and green valley and whispered: "Sure enough, rabbits don't eat the grass by the nest!" (To be continued.)