Puli is called the kingdom, but in fact, there are no more than 1,000 households, no more than 10,000 people, and there are only 1,000 soldiers in the territory.

The whole royal city is built on the mountain, and the streets and roofs are all made of stone strips, stones, and stone blocks, and the stone city is worthy of its name.

The largest castle in the city is Puli Palace, which is said to have been inhabited by the country's ancestors when they first arrived here.

Later, it branched out, from the family to the tribe, from the tribe to the kingdom, and only then did it become what it is today.

The country is surrounded by snow-capped mountains, and it is more than 500 miles away from the nearest flat place, Shache Country, far away from the wars and chaos of the world, and it is really a place where gods live.

Like other Tucheng cities encountered on the way, there were only two inns in the entire Puli country, one was the guest house of the royal city, which received envoys from various countries passing by, and was not open to merchants.

The owner of another liquor shop is named Rong Ge, who is about the same age as his grandfather.

In such a remote place, there are only occasional stays of merchants and monks during the year.

Therefore, the wine shop of Mr. Rong Ge is called an inn, which is actually a large number of shops that can be used for more than a dozen walkers to stay overnight than other houses.

Grandpa went to Gaofucheng for the first time thirty years ago and passed through Puli Country to live here, and then once every three years without interruption, and Rongge also formed a lifelong friendship.

When our caravan of more than 100 camels and horses drove into the grassland in front of the Rongge Inn, the old man Rongge had already led dozens of people from all over the family to greet him.

Hot goat's milk wine, after respecting the gods of the mountains, and then respecting the distinguished guests.

In return, Gulandot and I each held five pieces of silk as a greeting gift.

Although I have long been a familiar customer, the meeting ceremony is still so complicated and polite, which makes me a little confused.

This is not the hospitality of the Western Regions, and it is more solemn and formal than the Han land of Middle Earth, which has always paid attention to etiquette.

Moreover, I also found that the appearance of Rong Ge's family is very similar to the Qianghu people in the northern counties of Middle-earth, and it is also very different from the blue-eyed and blonde aborigines of the Western Regions like Gu Landuo.

Grandpa first introduced me and Gulando to Mr. Rongge in the local language, and then solemnly said to our brothers and sisters: "Jincheng, granddaughter! You two quickly kowtow to Taigong! ”

Although we don't know what grandpa means, we still give Uncle Rong Ge a big bow to kneel on the ground, instead of an ordinary bowing ceremony.

"Thirty years ago, you Grandpa Lu Yu and I led a caravan into this green mountain for the first time, because of the high mountain reaction and the unfamiliar road, the water and soil are not adapted, and we almost died in this Puli country. It was the old man Rong Ge who saved the old man with local herbs, hehe. If it weren't for this nobleman, there would be no place for you juniors today! ”

Grandpa smiled with emotion, the past of the newborn calf bravely entering the green ridge ice field in his youth was as if it happened yesterday.

"Thank you for saving your life!" After listening to my grandfather's introduction, I knocked my head to Uncle Rongge a few times.

Such a great kindness of the people who met in Pingshui, although they could not be repaid by death! The old man can afford such a great gift from our juniors.

Uncle Rong Ge and his two sons hurriedly stepped forward to help our brother and sister up, and muttered a lot of local language, but I still couldn't understand a word.

It probably means a compliment, and this may be the reason why Gulando's constant use of the official words of the Shache State to thank him.

The caravan camped on the grassy beach, and Qin Chong and Liu Zhen'er, as usual, led a dozen men to drive the camels and horses that had unloaded their goods and skins to the pastures by the river to graze.

Perhaps because of the surrounding mountains, the ground temperature of this Puli country is much higher than that of the Shule and Shache countries outside.

Although it is the middle of winter, the butter grass on the pasture is still slightly green, which is just right for grazing horses.

It has been nearly a month since the departure from Khotan, and the camels and horses have traveled long distances without green fodder, and the fat on their bodies has been exhausted.

It's like last year when I crossed the sand sea on my way east.

Now in such a heaven-sent winter pasture, these livestock do not need to be guarded by everyone, and they have not walked a few steps before scattering and burying their heads in grazing.

Grandpa, Uncle Su, Gu Landuo and I, and a few older guys in the team stayed at Rong Ge's inn.

Uncle Su told me that the caravan was going to rest here for about ten days.

The ice valley leading to Gaofu City is about half a month's journey, the four seasons are bitterly cold, there is no family, and the desolate and dangerous journey is better than the Huanglong and Heilong sand seas that we passed through when we went east.

Therefore, whether people or animals, if they don't rest here and go on the road rashly, that section of the valley is the Huangquan Avenue that goes to the west sky.

To be sure, I'd rather live in a tent in the wilderness than spend the night in this smelly wild shop.

But it was difficult for the old man to take care of his family's business, so Gu Landuo and I lived in it.

Uncle Rong Ge kindly arranged for Gulanduo to sleep with his granddaughter, but she simply excused herself for not being used to the arrangement of the store and squeezed into our man's shop.

On the stone kang beside me, I put down the futon I had brought.

I could only call Qin Chong and the others to make a temporary curtain for her with three pieces of silk cloth.

The paved stone house is divided into two, one side is our rest, and the other side is the boudoir of Gulando.

As the popularity spreads, the original unpleasant smell in the stone house slowly disappears.

Gurandot even took a broom made of horsehair and cleaned the inside and outside of the stone house.

Comparing the inside and outside, compared with the clean and comfortable house in the middle of winter, the tent in the middle of winter is also heaven and earth!

After such a toss, it can be regarded as completely settled.

Brothers outside the house, I'm sorry!

In the evening of the same day, Mr. Rong Ge slaughtered sheep and cattle to entertain us, there was no staple food of grains and grains, no ingredients for melons, fruits and vegetables, only big meat and strong milk wine.

Although we are not accustomed to this kind of diet, in order to live up to the hospitality of the host, each of us brought our own knives and forks and feasted on it.

After three rounds of drinking, Mr. Rong Ge specially called me to his side and talked to me about the past of their family and tribe.

There is no written language in the country, and the old stories of the past dynasties have been passed down by word of mouth from generation to generation, and they have been passed down to this day.

Grandpa and Uncle Su have heard this past dozens of times, and now Gu Landuo and I are new guests, and Uncle Rong Ge took the trouble to retell it again.

Under the intermittent translation of my grandfather and Uncle Su, I generally knew the origin of this Puli country.

It turned out that the ancestors of the country came from the Jin land of Middle-earth, after the Rong people.

At that time, the king of Zhou divided the princes, and their ancestors were enshrined in the Pu land of Jin, so they were also called Pu people, and Pu was the clan name.

Later, when the Warring States period was disputed, the ancestors of the Pu people moved westward to the Western Regions, and then one of them traveled all the way to the south, living by water, and came to the green mountain land where they live today.

Three hundred years ago, the countries of the Western Regions arose, and the ancestors were unwilling to be lonely and painted the land as a country, named after the clan name, which was the country of Puli.

In this way, the ancestral hometown of Uncle Rong Ge is only a river away from our Yi family's hometown in Jincheng County, and it can be regarded as half a township party.

Things in this world are really magical, and they can't stand up to scrutiny at all.

Going back like this, they are all descendants of Yan and Huang, and it is not necessary for the ancestors and ancestors to eat in the same pot.

It was already the middle of the night when the wine and food were over, and when I pushed the door out, there was already a landslide and tsunami-like snoring in the camp in front of me, causing the barking of dogs around the royal city one after another.

At this moment, a meteor pierced the sky, so close that it seemed that it could be touched.

If it weren't for the terrible panting, I would really regard this green mountain region as the hometown of Qingfengze.

"Brother, let's go back to the house, I'm scared!"

I don't know when, Gulanduo also went out, but I didn't expect that this woman who is not afraid of heaven and earth will also be afraid.

In the past, the princess of Ronglu Kingdom, the female slave girl who was sold in the royal city of Khotan, and then the little daughter of our Qingfeng Zeyi family.

Such a change of identity, looking at it now, the only shadow left in the heart of the little sister Gulando, is the horror of the darkness.

During the Qingfeng Ze period, Gulandot slept in the same room with her mother for many years, and grew up slowly, although she had her own boudoir, she had to be accompanied by a maid every night to sleep peacefully.

Imagine the miserable horror of a lonely toddler, locked in a dark circle of people, surrounded by slaves who have long been numb and animalized, waiting to be sold.

Gurandot could erase all the past from her memory, but this dark night became a nightmare that she could never wield.