is already sixteen years old, about the same age as Yan Ming.

As long as Yan Ming goes to herd sheep, she will drive her two sheep into Yan Ming's flock, and it will be a day.

Gu Duoyi is also a hard-working girl, and her father died in the war. Only she and her mother remained. Most of the lives of the two of them are supported by the family.

Therefore, Gu Duoyi had already been promised to one of the two brothers of the Tumi family.

Now, the two sons of the Tumi family have died, and Yan Ming has become the adopted son of the Tumi family, so Gu Duoyi naturally puts his mind on Yan Ming.

After getting along for so many days, Yan Ming also knew these things. He didn't think about marrying Gu Duoyi as the adopted son of the Tumi family as agreed.

Now, Yan Ming is thinking about how to earn a family business for the Tumi family in the Xiongnu. In this way, you can leave with peace of mind.

Although killing the two sons of the Tu Mi family during the war is not a personal grudge, Yan Ming feels that being able to meet Tu Mi in this way is a hint from God.

It's a pity that the nomadic life of the Xiongnu royal court in the north of the desert and the farming life of the Han Dynasty are completely different things.

Yan Ming wants to reclaim a piece of wasteland, so that they can't be the landlord.

Looking at the climate here, Yan Ming also figured it out. Such a climate is not suitable for cultivation at all. Every summer, the summer is too short, and before the harvest is fully planted, frost has fallen, and the grain is not ripe at all.

Since it is unrealistic to be a landlord of the Huns, Yan Ming tried to find a way to let Tu Mi do something else. For example, the flood of more sheep turns two cows into four cows, and four cows into eight cows......

The life of the Xiongnu was quite leisurely. Every day, Yan Ming is herding sheep and cattle, except for these things, there is nothing else.

If it weren't for the Hun cavalry running around from time to time, Yan Ming would have felt that he was on vacation on this prairie.

After more than a month, Yan Ming's leg injury finally healed.

Seeing that Yan Ming was walking better and better, the three words of the skinny little cripple could no longer be shouted. Every day, I just watched Yan Ming eat and laugh.

Yan Ming is indeed different from the Huns. His skin was fair, and he was a little taller. If he hadn't disguised himself as a sloppy Hun boy, I'm afraid that many Hun girls would have fallen in love with Yan Ming.

Seeing that the cattle and sheep he raised were getting stronger and stronger, Yan Ming felt quite a sense of accomplishment.

Tu Mixuan always told Yan Ming, don't be too tired, hairy livestock, one more or less is nothing, talent is the most important.

Every time Tu Mixuan said this, Yan Ming's heart was full of gratitude.

Occasionally, he would talk to Tu Mi about his two sons.

Tu Miyu said that neither of his sons wanted to be soldiers, but in Manchester City, they all went to serve as soldiers in their prime. It was the military ministers who were only recruited. I heard that the Han Dynasty produced a general who was too tall, with three heads and six arms, and his name was Yan Ming. He single-handedly packed up the fifty or sixty thousand people of King Zuoxian. Therefore, Shan Yu will recruit troops on a large scale and attack the Han Dynasty.

Tu Mixuan shook his head and said, "I heard that the military minister Shan Yu was also cut off by Yan Ming. I don't know if it's true or not. You must have seen Yan Ming in the Han army, is there really a man with three heads and six arms? ”

When he asked this, Gu Duoyi was also listening with his ears propped up. When they arrived here, they smiled and said, "Daddy Tumi, is there really a man with three heads and six arms?" ”

Yan Ming said with a smile on the side: "I really see this Yan Ming a lot." It's just a teenager like me. ”

"I just said that the world likes rumors." The wrinkles on Tu Miluxe's face didn't move, and he said indifferently as if a knife was carving.

Obviously, he said that Yan Ming had three heads and six arms, but he didn't believe it himself.

Gu Duoyi asked with a smile: "You said that Yan Ming of the Han Dynasty is as big as you." It's strange that such a young boy can defeat Zuo Xianwang and Lao Shan Yu? ”

Yan Ming nodded, and Gu Duoyi's face showed a look of yearning. A girl of this age is the time of spring. It's also normal to have a yearning for the legendary boy.

"It is said that Yunzhong City on the border of the Han Dynasty is not easy to mess with. Lao Shan died, the Huns were in chaos, and I don't know when this world will be better. Tu Mixuan said with a sigh.

The three of them were chatting when there was a sudden clutter outside.

Bands of Hun cavalry suddenly rushed into the Hun settlements that had migrated from Touman. The leader was a thousand-legged commander, holding a scroll of parchment in his hand, and he didn't open it, but just pulled his neck and shouted: "Yi Zhiyi Da Dan Yu edict, all those who relocate from Manchester City must hand over ten fat sheep from each household to supply the military supplies at the front." to prove that you have completely severed your relationship with Yudan. ”

When he said this, all the residents of Manchester City gathered together.

The old Hun wizard with a wooden staff in his hand took a step forward and said to the commander: "Respected general, we abandoned Toumancheng and followed Yi Zhixie Da Shan Yu to the outside of the royal city, so naturally we sincerely belong to it. Do you see if there are fewer sheep in this goat? ”

The old wizard is thinking about the people who have migrated from Manchester City.

Nomads live on cattle and sheep. Now that Yi Zhiyi opened his mouth, he asked each family to hand over ten sheep, and no one could stand it.

There are only two sheep in the Gu Duoyi family, such a family, if they can't hand over ten sheep, they can only be regarded as sheep who owe Shan Yu, and in the end, maybe they will go to the royal city and become a prostitute for those Hun officials and lords to have fun.

"War, another hateful war!" Tu Mi clenched his fists, and his fifty-six sheep seemed destined to be ten less.

"Fart!" The commander listened to the old wizard's words and immediately scolded.

The whip in his hand snapped into the old wizard's face, leaving a bloody whip mark.

"Just saying that ten is ten, let you talk nonsense? Someone came, and cut him down. The commander was furious, and at once two horsemen dismounted, wielding scimitars in their hands.

The wooden staff in the old wizard's hand was already trembling, and he was about to take a step back when he was picked up by two tall Hun soldiers carrying chickens.

With a slam of his hand on the ground, the scimitar slid down with a glitter, and the old wizard's head rolled into the dust.

All the people who migrated from Manchester City were so frightened that they couldn't cry because of the momentary changes that had happened.

"The old guy colluded with Shan, demagoguery, and corrected the law on the spot. Who else wants to bargain and want to be a thief? The commander of the Huns looked at everyone with ruthlessness in his eyes.

At this moment, no one dared to say anything more.

"Collect the sheep!" The commander roared, and the cavalry on standby rushed towards the Huns who had migrated from the city of Touman, like tigers descending from the mountain. He who catches sheep catches the sheep, and the oxen that have no sheep are dragged away.

The ten sheep that were said to be good, in the chaos, there is no one to count. Everything was done at will by the Hun soldiers. There is no room for manoeuvre.

(Thank you for your generous tip, thank you!) ）