Eh, that red-haired little Hesta girl hasn't been here these days. ”

At dinner, everyone got together to chat, and suddenly someone mentioned it, and others also realized it with some hindsight.

Since their group of Zhou people were made into slaves and merged into the hinterland of the Jin people, occasionally one or two commoners from the Jin tribe would give away some medicine and cold items out of sympathy.

After being discovered by the governors, they secretly got some chili noodles and sprinkled them in the ointments and powders sent by the golden people, and after one or two losses, no one dared to use these medicines.

It wasn't until a little girl who knew a little about Zhou that she secretly informed these Zhou people of the obstruction when she was working, and they realized that they had been cheated by these former compatriots again.

And this Hesta girl, from time to time, would appear on the side of the slave camp and hand over the medicine to the villagers.

Bai Ling had never seen this girl, but he had heard her mentioned by his companions some time ago, and was taught the myths of the Hesta people by the way.

"But you look a lot better lately than you used to." The companions smiled at Bai Ling, "Last month, everyone was worried about whether you would survive this winter. ”

"The golden man's stuff is too unpalatable." Bai Ling smiled, "I wasn't used to it when I first came. ”

Everyone laughed.

The men unloaded the ropes of the wagons and returned to the tents one after another, and some of them drew a horizontal line on the handlebars of the carts every night, and although they were far from home, they were still silently remembering the days according to the weekly calendar.

Upon entering the banks of the Luhr River, Aquili's entire force came to a halt, and it appeared that this grassland was his base camp.

The Jin people never built wooden houses, and even rarely had fixed towns, and meadows and cattle, sheep and horses were their most common possessions.

A tribe led by a prince often has several grasslands, which are eaten in this spring and summer this year, and the other few are allowed to recuperate, and the next year they change to another place for grazing, and this year they happen to return to the Luer River - the grasslands in this area have not been touched for three years, but when there is a heavy snowfall, there is a white expanse everywhere, and its vitality will not be visible until the spring of the next year.

On the banks of the Luer River shrouded in severe cold, everyone's faces were frozen with two bloodshot "red halos", wearing the clothes of the golden people, and grasping the oil noodles made of local pseudo-wheat flour with their hands, but in just two months, the bodies of the people of Zhou, except for their faces and accents, could not see the slightest shadow of the past.

This is also a matter of the Jin Ren plan, after the official stationing, all the Zhou people began to learn the language of the Jin people compulsorily, and the children learned the fastest and the best. When the adults were still unable to distinguish between "welcome" and "happy to you" in Jin's language, the children were already able to exchange small animals woven from withered grass for food with the children of Jinren.

The slaves of the Zhou people were not allowed to ride horses and learn bows, but the children's playful nature was unrestrained, and the women cut rags from their clothes and sewed them into palm-sized sandbags with the grain of pseudo-wheat, so that even a small open space could be played by children for a day.

After nightfall, the children secretly gathered together again and followed a captive old gentleman to study the subset of the scriptures and histories of the Zhou people.

This was supposed to be an extremely boring learning process, but it became extremely interesting because of the "taboo" color.

By the burning cow dung heap, with the faint light as red charcoal, the old gentleman wrote the words of Zhou people one by one on the sand table, and then read them softly.

Everyone couldn't read in unison, so they recited along with the gentleman in their hearts.

Whenever the children began to attend class, the adults would take turns on duty, leaning against the door of the tent to control the wind, and as soon as a golden man approached to patrol, the man would give a secret signal, and the old gentleman would stretch out his hand and slap the sand table, while the children forced themselves to laugh and slipped back to their beds as if they were about to be caught doing something bad...... There is no more exciting and fun game for children.

On several occasions when it was Bai Ling's turn, she sat at the entrance of the tent to keep vigil, and listened to the old gentleman's voice and the children's whispered questions from afar, and only felt that her eyes were slightly hot.

There are always moments like this that make her feel that even after thousands of years or even more eras, there are still things in her that have been passed down and resonate with the murmurs of these nights, they are faint and loud, as if they can cover up even the slightest sound of the wind, but they penetrate history and are heard by generations of people.

Because of this unknown whisper, she has never forgotten where she came from, so for these displaced Zhou people, it is probably the same.

……

On the eve of Chinese New Year's Eve, although there was no more happy news from the Jinren, everyone's faces were still a little more joyful.

Paper has become a luxury here, and every household naturally can't take out the red paper Spring Festival Couplet that can be attached to the lintel, but in private, the people of the week still make their own preparations, and the people in each tent are preparing their own Spring Festival Couplets together, and everyone agrees to wait until the evening of Chinese New Year's Eve to come out together to evaluate and see who writes the best.

But there was a lively good thing tonight, the youngest of the people who had migrated from both sides of the world had just turned one year old today, and each tent had something to give the child a week—also as a first birthday gift for the child.

This kind of excitement was not a big event in the past, but at this time it also had a different meaning, and everyone discussed it secretly, almost as a major event as preparing for Chinese New Year's Eve.

In order not to attract the attention of the Kim and the lackeys in the jurisdiction, only one person was sent to all the tents to the tent where the couple was staying, and to visit them separately.

Bai Ling counted the hour and set out in the evening, and when he entered the house, the people who came in front did not leave, and the ground was full of gifts, rabbit hats sewn with sheepskin, and large ingots woven of withered grass...... As soon as the person who came to give the first birthday gift saw Bai Ling coming, he hurriedly smiled and asked what Bai Ling had brought.

Bai Ling didn't say anything, he had to show off the gift he gave first.

The man smiled and said, "That's going to be too much of a bully for you." ”

As he spoke, he took out an ink stick, and the color of the ink stick could be seen even by someone like Bai Ling, who didn't know how to appreciate it.

"As long as you can pick a stone with the right texture and grind it into an inkstone, this ink stick can be used for many years." The man said proudly, "This baby has always been at the bottom of my box, give me this little nephew now!" ”

After that, he looked at Bai Ling with a smile, "Okay, I'm done, what you sent, can you say it now?" ”

Bai Lingwan took out a slender cloth bag from her sleeve, and she pinched the corners of the handkerchief and unfolded it little by little—a pair of small chopsticks were wrapped in it.

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