After waking up, drinking and chatting for three nights in a row, the porcelain doll gradually felt that it was very comfortable to talk to the class adults...... Of course, it's not because he's talkative, it's not because the other party is funny, on the contrary, the old man is very boring, and he won't easily talk at length, and it's not good to be able to say a dozen words in a sentence, and Xie Zimiao couldn't figure out where the 'happy' feeling in his heart came from, until he had a flash of inspiration just now, and suddenly understood: it's that 'boring', both of them are 'boring people', so they can be bored together, so many words don't need to be too detailed, and each other can understand.

In the past two days, Xie Zimiao has worked hard to eat as much as possible, with her physique, in such an environment, if she can't eat more, I'm afraid she will die soon, and the porcelain doll is not afraid of death, but there is still something to do. Other than that...... He is dead, and I cannot die.

During the day, there will be occasional Sha Min coming over, all of them are men in the prime of life, it should be what the class said, they are all people who plan to take care of Song Yang's daughter-in-law, without exception, everyone was stunned after seeing the porcelain doll, and then frowned, Sha Min is relatively simple, and generally does not know how to hide his thoughts, seeing that the Han girl is so ugly, his expression is naturally revealed.

It's Xie Zimiao, she is quite relieved to see others think she is ugly. It is worth mentioning that Shamin's way of coming to see Xie Zimiao is extremely disgusting, but as far as Shamin's heart is concerned, they have no malicious intentions, they are doing what they think is a good thing.

Although no one plans to marry this ugly Han girl, the sandfolk who have come there will still show kindness, and most of them will leave small gifts, such as a few young flowers, a piece of meat, or two or three eggs of suspicious color.

The porcelain doll only drinks black porridge during the day, and the meat and eggs are kept until the evening, which is used for drinking and chatting.

It was also because of the regular diet that the porcelain doll felt that her physical strength was recovering, and asked the class: "Is there a chance to escape?" There was only one old man guarding us... Maybe you can knock him down? ”

Master Ban shook his head directly, and the answer was very simple: "Escape from the cell, escape from the Sha camp, and then go outside." ”

With the two of them, one old and one weak, walking into the Gobi is like walking into a dead end...... Even if God forbids them to get out of the Gobi, what about after that? After going up to the grassland, there may be wolves, dogs and cavalry, or even a large no-man's land.

The cell they were in now was small, and they could walk out with their legs, but the larger cell outside was definitely not something the two of them could pass through.

The porcelain doll nodded, her eyes calm, and she was not disappointed. She just mentioned it casually, and she didn't report hope, so let alone be disappointed.

It was late at night, the old man drank all the wine, and lay sideways on the blanket: "Sleep, you are not tired of receiving gifts during the day, I still have to work during the day." ”

The porcelain doll smiled, and she was indeed not tired at all when receiving the gift: "What are Shamin looking for you?" Maybe I can help too. ”

A few days ago, in a vicious battle, the sand people won a complete victory, killing thousands of wolf pawns of the dog Rong, no matter how good the things of the Han people are, the mountain stream man is not uncommon and similar to the situation, and he also disdains the loot from the wolf pawn, but it is slightly different from the mountain stream man, and the sand man will be like this not simply because of hatred, there is another reason: the wolf pawn's blades and equipment are not suitable for the sand people.

The wolf pawns are all cavalry, and the sand people are not good at riding and shooting, and the horses are just a means of transportation for the sand people.

The sand people never ride horses to the battlefield, and all the equipment and weapons of the wolf pawns are designed for riding battles, so it is naturally useless for the sand people to come, so why bother to carry them. However, after the battle, Shamin still carefully searched the corpse of the wolf pawn and brought back a lot of things: military newspapers.

There was a large-scale movement of the wolf pawns not far away, and the sandmen paid great attention to it, and after sniping the enemy army, they brought back all the things with words, in order to be able to judge the movement of the dog army.

Sand people and herdsmen live in the grassland, many sand people are proficient in the language of the dog Rong herdsman, but few people know the language of the dog Rong, originally there was a pair of father and son who could understand the dog Rong script under the account of the sand king, but it was a coincidence, when the son suddenly became seriously ill, lying on the bed and dying, when the father's heart was anxious, and hit the night wind on the grassland, the false fire rushed to the eye disease, and now he is a half-blind man, there is no way to help the king translate those military newspapers.

When Mr. Ban heard about this on the way back to the camp of the sand camp, he volunteered to help with the translation, and he understood both the dog Rong language and the dog Rong language, which was a great help to the sand people.

Sha Min has collected too many 'words' from the wolf pawn, and he can't read them in ten days and half a month, not to mention that he has to read and translate them, and Master Ban has been busy with this matter in the past few days.

After the class lady finished speaking, he seemed to remember something again, sat up again and asked the porcelain doll: "Are you bored staying here every day?" Or come out with me tomorrow? Just say help me. ”

The porcelain doll didn't react for a while, and frowned slightly: "I don't know anything about the language and literature of the dog Rong." ”

The class man waved his hand, very impatient: "Just say that you know the dog Rong language but don't understand the dog Rong language......

Mention half a sentence of porcelain dolls to understand, Sha Min is far away from the Han realm, and she doesn't understand Chinese at all, if she 'knows the dog Rong language but doesn't understand the dog Rong language', she can give the class a hand, and she is not afraid that the other party will see through it, anyway, in the end, the class will say it.

"I'm in a cave, so I don't think it's boring, but it's better to have a chance to go out and walk around." The porcelain doll showed a shallow smile: "Thank you." ”

The class did not answer, and fell asleep...... The next morning, when the cell boss came to deliver the meal, the class master talked with him in brute language for a while, during which the class man pointed to Xie Zimiao several times, but the cell head was not embarrassed, nodded happily after a few words, and even smiled at the porcelain doll to show encouragement.

After breakfast, Xie Zimiao finally walked out of the cell, and when she came outside, she found that the place where she was imprisoned was not a cave, at best it could only be regarded as a mound, because of perennial wind erosion, the shape of the mound was twisted and strange, and it even showed a bit of demonic aura in the glow.

It was only when I walked out of the cell that I realized that although the mound looked dilapidated and seemed to collapse at any moment, the sound insulation was surprisingly good...... It was chaotic outside, the sandmen were busy, some people were carrying their belongings, some people were tying up carts, adults were shouting and cattle were screaming, and all kinds of voices were gathering together and making noise, but she couldn't hear anything in the prison before.

The messy camp startled the porcelain dolls who had just come out of the silence and said that something was wrong. But if you take a closer look, although Sha Min is too busy, there is no panic in his expression, but there are a few little dolls running around behind the adults, and their faces show fear after seeing Xie Zimiao: I have never seen such an ugly person.

As for those Chengren, most of them will send a friendly smile when they see her. Xie Zimiao was a little curious, and asked the class master: "Every morning, are they so busy?" ”

Maybe he thought this question was really boring, so the class snorted coldly before responding: "Do you say that Shamin is a chicken, and he will fight for his life as soon as the morning dawns?" It's not like this usually, it's just like this for the past few days. They were going to move, they had just fought with the wolf pawns, they couldn't live here, they were going to move north again. ”

The camp of the sandmen was huge, and Xie Zimiao narrowed his eyes, still unable to see the end of the camp.

Countless tents stood in sight, compared to the herdsmen's tents, the sand people's tents were much shorter and more rudimentary, but they still lived in tents after all, which was not the same as he had imagined beforehand, Xie Zimiao thought that they would dig holes and live in the sand...... And then there are those women, all of them are amazingly fat. The Shamin men are already big men, much stronger than Han men, but their body shape is not worth mentioning compared to their own wives, this difference is as if Qi Shang is compared with Xiao Wan.

Thinking of Qi Shanghe, who is talking nonsense, when others want to play cards with her, they will say, 'You dare!' Xiao Wan, the porcelain doll first hooked the corners of her lips, and then her eyes darkened.

At this time, Master Ben stretched out his dry finger and pointed around: "If you look closely, do you find anything strange?" ”

It only took a moment for Xie Zimiao to see the strangeness: "There are no female babies." ”

There are only women, no female babies, and there are no female babies from three to seventeen or eighteen years old, but boys can be seen running around everywhere.

Master Ban explained: "According to the customs of the Shamin, a woman who does not have a husband cannot come out and show her face unless necessary. The old man suddenly showed a trace of chagrin on his face when he said this, and he paused slightly, but only for a moment, and continued: "They killed my son and your husband, and they will take the responsibility of taking care of you and me, and they will treat us as the same clan, so you can't go out easily before you get married, and you can only stay in prison." ”

Xie Zimiao smiled and said to the class teacher very inexplicably: Thank you.

The class replied even more incomprehensibly: "Thank you, it's better to talk less nonsense." ”

Master Ban is not a person who likes nonsense, to him saliva seems to be extremely precious, and if he can save it, he suddenly asked Xie Zimiao to find the strangeness in the sand, and patiently explained it, for no other reason: he didn't know what Xie Zimiao was thinking, but just now he could see that her eyes were suddenly dim, and he knew that she was depressed, so he started to talk and help her change her mind. Unexpectedly, the topic diverged badly, and he turned to the matter of 'Song Yang is dead', and instead of helping people relieve depression, he sprinkled salt on the wound.

Xie Zimiao shook his head: "I still want to thank you." As she shook her head, a tear fell from the corner of her eye, but her voice was as calm as ever.

The wind on the grassland was very strong, and after a while, the tears were blown dry, and it was also at this time that Xie Zimiao and Master Ban were taken by the cell boss and walked into the 'Golden Tent' of the Sand King.

The porcelain doll didn't realize that this was the Golden Tent until she entered the tent, so the class lady said to her, 'It's here', and she was stupid again, and asked, "Where is it?" After saying the three words, she reacted, and was slightly stunned from her expression to her tone: "The sand king lives here?" ”

The Sand King's tent looked no different from that of ordinary Sand People, short, small, and tattered, with no conspicuous royal banner or guards...... In the past few days, the porcelain doll can feel that the people of Sha Min are kind and kind, but the king of Sha Min is also so simple and unpretentious, which still makes her feel too incredible.

Walking into the tent, it was empty, there was nothing at all, except for a hole in the ground that slanted down. The porcelain doll pointed to the entrance of the cave and asked the class, "Is this the case in all the sand people's tents?" ”

Master Ban nodded. At this point, the porcelain doll finally realized that the sand people still lived in the sand, and the tent could only be regarded as a 'roof' at best.

The Golden Horde has a cave, but the underground palace is really not worth mentioning, but it is just a large cellar, a few square 'big houses', to put it mildly, it is simple, but it should be more accurate: simple. There are no gold and silver vessels, no pearls and gems, and the only thing that shows a little grandeur is the wolf skin on the ground.

Sand King is in his early forties, he looks no different from ordinary sand people, dark red complexion and narrow eyes, and the pomp and circumstance around him are even shabby, there are no guards and servants, there is only a fat middle-aged woman, and when talking to Wang Jia, the woman is rough and rude, and her attitude is very arrogant, and the class lady reminded the porcelain doll in a low voice: "This is the princess." ”

The sand king didn't say anything to the big man who brought his 'daughter-in-law' to be his assistant, but just pointed to the 'house' full of dog Rong military books and told them to hurry up and start work...... The Ban Master was busy, Xie Zimiao had nothing to do, and the time for work naturally did not allow her to go around, and the so-called 'going out and going around' before was just a cell in a cave to a cell full of wolf soldiers' books.

Today, porcelain dolls are still passing very slowly.

At dusk, Master Ban reported the military newspaper that had been sorted out today to the sand king, and when he finished speaking, the night had already fallen, and no matter how slow he was today, it would eventually pass.

After Mr. Ban finished today's business, the sand king stuffed a jar of bad wine that had been prepared long ago into his arms, reached out and patted the old man's shoulder, and at the same time did not forget to nod to the porcelain doll.

Master Ban held the wine jar, but this time he was not in a hurry to leave, stretched out his finger and pointed at Xie Zimiao, and said something to the king of Sand in the dog Rong dialect, the latter stretched out his hand and patted his head, and responded with a smile, obviously agreeing to what Master Ban said.

The old man bowed tremblingly to the sand king, then turned back to Xie Zimiao and said, "I asked him for a few clothes, but it's not a matter if you have dirty, torn, and unwashed clothes." ”

When Lord Ban spoke, the sand king also turned his head and shouted a few times at the 'inner cellar', probably asking the princess to help find a few clothes, but the princess was obedient and came out with a few robes, but after figuring out that the clothes were for the Han girl, she immediately turned her face and shouted a few words to the sand king.

After shouting, she was afraid that the porcelain doll would misunderstand, so she turned her head and smiled at her, and said a string of dog words slowly and laboriously. Master Ban translated to Xie Zimiao: "She asked you not to misunderstand, not because she was reluctant to give you clothes to wear, but because you really couldn't pass on her clothes." ”

The porcelain doll smiled, with the figure of the princess, her robe was enough to fit six of herself, and this dress really couldn't be worn.

The sand king was not angry when he was yelled at by the concubine, he stood up and gestured to the two Han people, and led them to the ground and came outside the golden tent. As soon as he appeared, he was immediately greeted with cheers, and everywhere he passed, everyone worshipped with the salute of the sandmen. The king, who can only be described as humble in his family, has great prestige among his people.

The sand king was still so easy-going, he patted this one on the shoulder with a smile, beat that one's chest, took the class and the porcelain doll, and came to another tent not far away, where lived an old woman, her attitude was completely different from that of ordinary sand people, but she was somewhat similar to the princess, and ignored the king. The Sand King said something to her, she looked the porcelain doll up and down a few times, and then waved her hand, blasting all three of them away.

…… That night, still the same as before, an old man and a young man sat in a cell, drinking the most choking bad wine in the world, and chatting without a word, but just halfway through drinking, the iron door sounded outside, and someone walked in, the old woman she had seen before returning.

The old woman held a stack of clothes in her hand, put it in front of Xie Zimiao, didn't speak, and like all the sandmen, she smiled and left.

The clothes are old, but the stitches are very new, apparently made from old clothes, the porcelain doll picked up a few pieces and compared, and actually completely fit his own figure The porcelain doll then understood, the sand king took them to see the old woman, and asked her to help make clothes.

It's no wonder, looking all over the Shamin camp, I'm afraid I can't find a suitable clothes for Xie Zimiao, people think fat is beautiful, although I haven't been able to see the Shamin girl, but it's not difficult to imagine that those girls hiding at home are definitely not thin, and the porcelain doll has to be made if she wants clothes.

Thinking back to just now, the old woman only glanced at it a few times, and it took such a short time to make a suitable dress, which can be regarded as a craft.

The next day, it was as if she had come all over again the day before, going to the same place, doing the same things, eating the same things, and even drinking in prison at night, when the old woman came again, still holding a stack of clothes in her hand, only this time it was no longer a robe restructured, but a brand new robe...... I didn't have time to make a new one last night, but today I have plenty of time to make you a few new clothes. The old woman explained in a stumbling dog dialect, and then turned to leave.

After she left, Master Ban spoke: "I asked King Sha today, this old woman is the mother of his princess, a well-known skillful woman in the clan. ”

Shamin is a monogamous family, the only mother-in-law of the Sha King, how respectful is the status and identity of the clan? But he personally made clothes for a captured alien girl, and it didn't count if she changed the old clothes last night, and she had to make new clothes today, which was unimaginable in Middle-earth countries.

Master Ban said slowly: "Actually, you and I are lucky to fall into the hands of Shamin." ”

"The Shamin people are very good," the porcelain doll nodded in agreement at first, but then changed the conversation: "But I'd rather they be more vicious and vicious." ”

As she spoke, the porcelain doll took a sip of wine, coughed for a while, and then sighed softly: "If I have the chance, I will kill all of this clan." ”

After a sentence, her breath calmed down, and her voice was light and calm: "They killed Song Yang." ”

Suddenly, the porcelain doll smiled.

I wanted to laugh so I laughed, the reason is very simple, just now I thought of the whole reason for my life, and it seems that there are only two words left.

Avenge.

(To be continued)