Yi Yanming looked at the old man with a blank look in his eyes. At this moment, he didn't dare to admit that he was Han. If you say it, in this place where the Huns are around, your life may not be saved.

The old man saw Yan Ming's appearance and knew his worries. He sighed and said, "I know it if you don't say it." Huns, how can you be so white! ”

Since Yan Ming was able to act on his own, he used soil to smear his face dirty, looking no different from those Hun youths.

But the old man is different. It was this old man who carried Yan Ming back from the street in the first place. He could see that Yan Ming was a Han man.

"If you are such an old descendant, it must not be voluntary to be captured as a soldier." The old man's Chinese was a little stiff, but he still spoke clearly.

Yan Ming lowered his head and did not speak.

Now that the old man has seen through his identity, he doesn't know what to say.

"When I was younger, I did some leather business in Hanguo. married a Han woman as a daughter-in-law. The old man said, glancing at the old woman beside him.

Yan Ming looked at the old woman carefully, in addition to her clothes, she did have the shadow of a Han in her appearance.

"The old man has no ill will towards the Han people. Otherwise, it won't save you. The old man whispered as if to himself, "I was going to look for my two sons that night, and who knew that I saw you lying there." How could such a half-grown child become a soldier and fight? I looked pitiful, so I carried you back first. But who knows, after saving you, my two sons died! The old man's voice was sad, but there were no tears.

In this kind of war era, the old man has experienced too many relatives dying in battle, and the grief is thrown away, but the tear ducts have been numb.

When Yan Ming heard this, he felt sorry for a while. The old man didn't know that these two people were killed by himself, and he was his killer enemy.

"Originally, it was planned that our old couple would feed you and let you stay and help us herd sheep and cattle. But who knows that the current Huns are not very peaceful! The old man said, looked at the old woman again, and said, "She is old, and she has been thinking about the fallen leaves for a long time. I just thought that there was a chance for you to take her back to Han. My son is gone, and I don't have any thoughts about this place......"

The old man's words made Yan Ming's heart ache.

He and the old man's son didn't know each other in the first place, and they had no grudges in the long days and no enmity in the near future. But because of the war, because the high-level wants to fight, their group of poor people will have to be conscripted, they will have to participate in the exhibition, and they will have to shed a river of blood. What kind of logic is this? What are the regulations? What kind of world is this?

For the first time, Yan Ming cried because of the old man's words.

Facing these two old men, Yan Ming felt that he owed them three lives.

"Sheep, cattle!" Yan Ming said in Xiongnu dialect.

When the old man heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at Yan Ming for a long time before he said, "Are you willing?" ”

Yan Ming had a feeling of emotion in his chest, nodded and said, "Yes." ”

He could have understood some of his Xiongnu dialect. These days, on the way to migration, I have heard refugees say this and that, and I know a lot. In addition, he is already smart, and he can already stumble to say the Hun language.

The old man nodded and said, "Let's go north first." Look at the situation. If the Xiongnu can't stay, you will take me and my wife to the Han Kingdom. ”

Only then did Yan Ming know that the old man's name was Tu Miluxury.

From Tu Mi's extravagant words, Yan Ming could feel that the Hun people like him did not want the war to continue to spread.

"You will be my adopted son in the future, and you will be called Tu Mi Tea." Tu Mixuan said.

Yan Ming nodded, in a territory like the Xiongnu, there is a Xiongnu name, and there is a Xiongnu family to take care of it, so it will naturally be much better.

The eldest husband walks the world, and he has clear grievances.

Tu Mi Lu's two sons were killed by himself, but Tu Mi Lu saved his own life. Now that the two of them are in their last years, if there is no young man in the family, it can be imagined that the future will be difficult.

Although there are many old people in this world who have fallen into this dilemma because of the war, it is impossible for Yan Ming to take care of them all. But Tu Mi Hao's family was caused by Yan Ming, and now he can't leave the Xiongnu realm for the time being. Taking care of the two old people of the Tumi family is also a proper duty.

The migratory procession headed north. They have less time to rest and more time to hurry. Many died of exhaustion and illness on the way. The corpses of the Xiongnu people were left everywhere along the way.

After walking for about a month, the Xiongnu army finally stopped driving them to migrate, but a commander told them that they must have arrived at the Mobei royal court now. Xindan Yu Yizhiyi drew a piece of land for all the migrants to live in this land temporarily.

And, in a few days, there will be conscription. It is said that Yu Dan, the son of the old Shan Yu military minister, has already raised troops and wants to compete with his uncle Yi Zhixie for the position of Xiongnu Da Shan Yu.

In this way, Yan Ming settled down with the old couple of Tu Mi luxury.

In the north, it is the royal court of the Xiongnu Mobei, the royal city of the Xiongnu.

Now, it is not far from the border of Dahan. If you want to go back, it is already difficult to climb to the sky in such a backward place.

In the following days, Yan Ming took care of the knife wound on his leg with peace of mind. Tu Mi handed Yan Ming a scimitar left by his two sons, and kept one for himself as self-defense.

Yan Ming looked at the scimitar and thought that his leg injury was caused by one of these two scimitars, so he couldn't help but look at it a few more times. It was also safely placed on his waist.

Gradually, his legs dared to eat hard. He also took the whip and followed Tumi out to herd sheep and cattle.

Tu Mi liked Yan Ming very much, and always explained in Xiongnu dialect while talking to him in jerky Chinese. Or in Xiongnu dialect, explained in Chinese.

It didn't take long for the sheep to be herded, and Yan Ming made it very clear to distinguish the east, west, north and south on the grassland. At the same time, he also learned the Xiongnu dialect.

He was extremely diligent in the gathering place of migratory immigrants, and he didn't talk much. It was soon recognized by the surrounding Hun people.

Everyone said that the Tumi family had two sons dead, but Changshengtian sent him a more capable son. Even the Hun god stick with a wooden staff said that the Tumi family was out of the sky, and the future of Tumi tea was limitless.

Yan Ming won't listen to their nonsense, he wants to work hard now and earn pension money for Lao Tumi and his wife for the rest of their lives. Then he left the Xiongnu on horseback and returned to the Han Dynasty.

If he stayed in the Huns like this, the people at home would definitely think that he had died in battle and would be sad. So Yan Ming eagerly looked forward to going home. It's just that men have to have a beginning and an end to do things, and if they agree to be extravagant, they must do it.

The Tumi family had fifty-six sheep and two cows.

When Yan Ming grazes every day, he will ride one of the cows, and then drive the sheep to the grassland. Every now and then, Gu Duoyi, the little girl who took care of him, would stand in front of her door and look at Yan Ming's back and smirk, and would still shout at the little lame.

When Yan Ming is happy, he will smile with her. When she is unhappy, she will tell her that her name is Tu Micha.

The little girl will always tell Yan Ming solemnly that she is called Gu Duoyi.