23.224.255.20,23.224.255.20; 0; pc; 1; Grinding Iron Literature

"Have the Mongols heard of it?" He swallowed his saliva and said, hunger and thirst were tormenting his body hard, but the essence in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

He put on the pants next to him, but he couldn't find his leather robe, so he had to wrap the buckskin blanket tightly around his body.

After moving his muscles and bones a few times, he began to take a closer look at the cabin.

The small but three-room hut is made of several thick trees with the bark of the beams and tenons of each other, and the walls are made of three layers of wooden planks, and the outermost layer is nailed with strips of rough old bark.

Dry vines are placed on the roof and outside the house, which seem to be both natural and man-made.

From the outside, this rough wooden house is not high, but the ground inside the house is a semi-crypt type dug down by hand, so when you enter the house, you need to go down the steps half a person high, which is the ancient form of Jurchen habitation, with the help of the ground temperature to resist the cold.

23.224.255.20,23.224.255.20; 0; pc; 1; The bedroom on the far right of the milling iron literature is also the most decorated room, and on the north wall near the fire kang hangs a plaque made of animal fluff, and the pattern on the portrait is clearly a swooping eagle, the eagle's white claws are yellow.

In the far north, there is indeed a magical falcon named Hai Dongqing, its body is vigorous and ferocious, it can catch geese and geese in the clouds, and it can hunt foxes and wolves in the mountains, and the eagle on this portrait is the legendary Hai Dongqing, and he is secretly surprised in his heart.

That Hai Dongqing's pair of blazing eagle eyes sharply looked at the fleeing beast underground, Sabal took a closer look and found that the fleeing beast was actually a wild wolf with a wide chest and a strong body, and the eyes of the big wolf fleeing seemed to be extremely afraid of that Hai Dongqing.

"The snowflakes dance with the wind, the deer moo and sing, the clouds in the morning are red, the white mountains and black water are fresh, the fresh meat and wine are fragrant all over the mountain, the friends who pass by stay, even if the dog has meat, but it is not for the slugs in the corner······" Her voice was surprisingly clear.

He put on the pants next to him, but he couldn't find his leather robe, so he had to wrap the buckskin blanket tightly around his body.

After moving his muscles and bones a few times, he began to take a closer look at the cabin.

The small but three-room hut is made of several thick trees with the bark of the beams and tenons of each other, and the walls are made of three layers of wooden planks, and the outermost layer is nailed with strips of rough old bark.

Dry vines are placed on the roof and outside the house, which seem to be both natural and man-made.

From the outside, this rough wooden house is not high, but the ground inside the house is a semi-crypt type dug down by hand, so when you enter the house, you need to go down the steps half a person high, which is the ancient form of Jurchen habitation, with the help of the ground temperature to resist the cold.