Chapter Seventy-Nine

When Yun Lang returned to the manor and lay on the recliner to watch the bamboo slips basking in the sun, the little worm came back with red sleeves and led the donkey.

The red sleeves were drenched, shivering from the cold, and as soon as he entered the door, he was led by two women to the hot spring ditch, and it was good to fall into the water in such weather, and he didn't freeze to death.

"Red sleeves are useless, you can't jump into a small ditch......"

"The ditch is just a little wider......"

"I can jump three ...... the same ditch"

The insect not only exaggerated the width of the ditch with his fingers, but also jumped around on the ground with agility, indicating that he could jump a wide ditch.

Yun Lang rolled up the bamboo slip, knocked lightly on the door of his head twice, and said, "You instigated her to jump into the ditch, so you are not afraid of drowning her?" ”

"The servant did not instigate her to ride on the donkey and cross the ditch, but she refused, and when she saw me jumping, she wanted to jump too, and then she fell into the water."

Yun Lang waved his hand and said: "The red sleeves haven't adapted to our family's life yet, you let her take her time, it will always be fine, now go and cook her a bowl of ginger soup, watch her drink it, and then wrap herself in a blanket and sleep in a warm place to sweat, don't get cold." ”

The little worm pouted and said, "If the rich come out, it won't work!" ”

After complaining, I went to cook ginger soup angrily.

It is not easy for the daughter of a small civilian family to pretend to be a young lady from a large family, and it is also not easy for a young lady from a large family to adapt to the life of a small civilian family.

It takes a process, and as long as you get past this hurdle, life will become a lot easier.

The weather was fine today, the sun was shining, and the snow on the moor floor quickly melted, only some snow remained in the shade of the mountain.

Everyone in the Yun family was busy, and the women were smiling, cooking sackcloth in the front yard, preparing to color the sackcloth.

The dyes are all from nature, some are plants, some are minerals, and the clouds are not very clear.

As long as the dyed clothes are worn for a day, what color is the clothes, what color will be on the body, especially underwear, as long as you wear it for a day, the most important part will be like an incurable disease, which makes people want to cut it off.

Therefore, Yun Lang's clothes are always the primary color of linen, with cyan and yellow tinges in the white, and if he had the slightest aesthetic taste, he would not wear such clothes.

There was a fire in the field again, and it was the diligent children who were burning grass and wood ashes in the fields, and they had been doing this every day since they heard Yun Lang say that this would increase food production.

The waterwheels constantly remove the ice floes from the water, carry the water from the low to the high, and then flow down the canal into the higher pool.

Once spring begins, the water from the pond flows down the canal into the fields.

The pond is so huge that the waterwheels keep pouring water into it day and night, and now even the three CDs of the pond are not full.

Yun Lang and Liang Weng were busy in the blacksmith house for three days before they created the iron arm crossbow that Yun Lang wanted.

This thing is powerful, once the trigger is triggered, three iron feather arrows will fly out, and within a hundred steps, they can enter the wood for half a foot.

It's just that the shape of the iron arm crossbow is too big to carry around, so Yun Lang can only use this thing as a mobile turret.

The eccentric wheel failed, such an iron-armed crossbow, Yun Lang used all his strength to pull the string, he tried, at most three times, it was his limit.

The bowstring made of beef tendon is also very unsafe, and there is a danger of breaking at any time. If it weren't for Yun Lang kneading the silk into the cow tendon, this thing would probably not hurt the enemy and hurt himself first.

Dazai returned to the Mausoleum of the First Emperor to make final preparations, and Yun Lang took the tiger and the sika deer, and asked them to help carry all the weapons he had just made, and dragged a small climbing plow to the back mountain of Lishan.

Lishan is a lonely hill, even if the Qinling Mountains are close at hand, they are not connected, Yunlang needs to cross the entire Lishan Mountain, all the way to the snow-capped snow-capped mountains, and finally find the later Hongqing Mountain, which has snow to see the green, even if it is to the ground.

Speaking of the truth, Yunlang may be more aware of the terrain around Lishan than Dazai, a person who has lived in Lishan all his life.

Lishan is a cage for him, but Lishan is a three-dimensional existence for Yunlang, he has not only seen Lishan under aerial photography, but also seen Lishan made into a sand table, no matter how much the mountain changes, the change of the mountain's landform is limited after all.

In fact, the tiger knows the way, it seems that Dazai has been to the Hongqing Mountain area more than once, with him leading the way, Yunlang and the sika deer followed quickly.

The decision to kill someone this time was a decision made by Yun Lang after repeated consideration, although it was a risk, it was worth it.

He is ready to talk about it depending on the situation, and if there is a chance to kill these people, he will kill them, and if he has no chance to kill them, he will join them and see how the situation develops.

In short, the ultimate goal is to kill these people.

The temple of the human race in later generations is gone, and this is already the highest place in Lishan, those strange stones are still there, but they are not as vivid as those in later generations, and it seems that it will take two thousand years to be carved by wind and rain.

The sky is cloudy, and there will be no more drought and thunder in winter, right?

Yun Lang remembers his last encounter very clearly, that is, in the Human Race Temple, a fireball suddenly exploded, blowing himself up into the sky......

Yun Lang, who was hiding behind the stone, turned his eyes around several times, and did not see any dry thunder, and finally breathed a sigh of relief and came out from behind the stone, the tiger didn't know why Bai Yunlang was so careful, and arched his head to continue walking.

When you go up the mountain, you naturally have to go down the mountain, and then, Yunlang goes down the mountain for a whole day.

On the way down the mountain, the harvest was good, four pheasants, two turtledoves, and the tiger also caught a small wild boar.

If it weren't for Yun Lang to stop him, the tiger would have wanted to kill even the biggest wild boar, and he couldn't bear it anymore if he had wronged him to eat food these days.

When it was getting dark, Yun Lang camped by a frozen stream, and he insisted that the tiger should not eat the little wild boar, which in his opinion was too dirty.

After the wild boar was skinned and skinned, a small wild boar was not enough for the tiger to eat, and the guy did not stop until he ate three pheasants.

Yun Lang stewed a pot of pheasant and turtledove soup, ate some of the fluffy pot helmet made of fermented noodles, and then leaned on the tiger tiredly and fell asleep.

The sika deer lay at the feet of Yun Lang, constantly eating the night food, and its two ears listened vigilantly to the movement outside the tent, and it forgot that the most terrifying beast in the mountain slept beside it.

From the second half of the night, snow slag began to fall in the sky, and the temperature in the mountains was too low to wait for the water vapor in the air to condense into snowflakes, and it turned into snow slag and fell.

Yun Lang looked at the boundless bamboo forest in front of him, and felt very discouraged, this thing grew densely, and there was no ground to put his feet on, how to cross this forest?

Just when Yun Lang was at a loss, the tiger made a new discovery.

A string of footprints appeared on the edge of the bamboo forest, the footprints were very new, and they were not buried by the snow slag, and according to the speed at which the snow slag fell, the owner of this string of footprints walked here at most half an hour ago.

Yun Lang sighed and looked at the boots on his feet, the marks of these boots were all too familiar to him, exactly the same as those on his feet.

There are only two pairs of boots with high heels and left and right in this world, one on his feet and the other on Dazai's feet......

The footprints were from the other side of the mountain, and it's no wonder that the tiger didn't smell him.

This means that if Yunlang had set off half an hour earlier, he would have met Dazai here.

There are now six days left until the night of the full moon......

Coming to this conclusion, it made Yun Lang sad, Dazai actually lied to him, saying that the party was on the night of the full moon, and I am afraid that it would be true that the night of the full moon was over.

With the footprints, Yun Lang decided to follow the footprints to take a look.

The bamboo forest is very large, and Yun Lang walked for a long time with his footprints before passing through the bamboo forest from a small valley, but a large pine forest appeared in front of him.

The appearance of pine forests means that Yunlang is going up the mountain again, and the bamboo has not been able to survive halfway up the mountainside.

Dazai's footprints persistently went up the mountain, but Yun Lang didn't want to go up, he wanted to wait and say, the target was behind the pine forest, there was no need to be in such a hurry.

I found a secluded place, lit a small fire, roasted the pheasants left over from yesterday, and put the sika deer and the tiger here, and dragged the small climbing plow up the mountain by myself.