After the two of them left the hospital, Cheng Zhong was in a particularly good mood.

This is the joy that comes to oneself after helping others.

Cheng Zhong didn't just help others.

His actions may bring a substantial leap in the medical level of the Wusun people, and its influence may even expand to the humans of the entire Wolf Domain world.

Thinking that if he put more effort into it, it is entirely possible to make outstanding contributions to the human beings in this world, how can Cheng Zhong not be excited and high-spirited.

Walking on the road, Cheng Zhong couldn't help humming a cheerful song "Return from Target Shooting", which was very popular in China at that time:

"The sunset of the West Mountain is red,

The warriors hit the target and return the battalion, and return the battalion.

The red flag of the wind exhibition reflects the colorful glow,

Pleasant singing was flying all over the sky.

Mi Boom Boom Boom

Happy singing all over the sky......"

Bulali couldn't understand the lyrics, but she thought the tone was weird and good, and the rhythm was strong, so she clapped her hands excitedly and beat it.

Seeing that Cheng Zhong stopped singing, she shook his arm and asked him to do another song.

"My voice is not bright enough, and I can't sing well!

It's you, sister, I haven't heard you sing yet.

You steppe herdsmen are all good at singing and dancing, and I'd love to hear from you. ”

Cheng Zhong grabbed Brulali's arm and said.

Brulali's talent for singing is naturally very good, and when she heard Cheng Zhong say it sincerely, she didn't shirk it, so she softly hummed a song called "Where Did Brother Love Go":

"The grass is spread to the edge of the sky—

There are rivers on the earth.

Almighty 'wolf gods' and ancestors—

Please tell me.

Brother love is in such a hurry,

Where did it go?

The blue sky is next to the earth——

There are white clouds in the sky.

Almighty 'wolf gods' and ancestors—

Please tell me.

Brother love is so desolate,

Where did you go......"

The lyrics are simple but full of melancholy, and the melody goes from low to high-pitched, with a thousand twists and turns, in the style of typical nomadic love songs.

This song pours out the thoughts of the lover who does not know where to go, is full of the unhealable pain caused by the life and death of relatives, and even raises a grudge against the "wolf god" and ancestors.

Cheng Zhong is an incomparably soft person in the depths of his heart, the so-called chivalrous and soft-hearted, used to describe him, that is the most appropriate.

This song deeply touched Cheng Zhong and made his heart shake, as if there was an ethereal pathos in his chest.

After Bullari finished singing for a long time, Cheng Zhong muttered:

"Sister, you sing so well.

I was thinking that this song must be a natural outpouring of the great psychological trauma of the Wusun people.

A nation with a total number of no more than 10 million, and 500,000 men have disappeared in good ends, and this pain of life and death will be completely healed in some years and months!"

"Little brother said it well, in recent years, there have been more and more Wusun people singing this song.

This pain was caused by the vicious devil Guo Huaijie.

You ordered Guo Huaijie to be arrested, but you dug up a poisonous sore for my Wusun people!"

Brulari looked at the talented little man in front of her with great admiration and said.

Remembering that it was he who had inadvertently brought him to the tribe, a sense of pride arose.

The two continued to hold hands and walked all the way.

Walking out of the bad luck, a large stone appeared on their right-hand side, engraved with red Wusun characters.

Like Tibetan and Mongolian, Usun is also an alphabet.

Compared with Chinese characters, alphabetic characters are easy to learn and master, but they are thousands of miles away in terms of ideological expression, and they are not the same.

"What kind of place is this?"

Cheng Zhong looked up and asked.

He still doesn't know the Wusun script.

"Starting from this big rock, all the buildings behind it are generally within the scope of the tool-making base.

However, the compound closest to us is a little more special. ”

Brulari raised her slender arm and waved it forward, pointing to the other side.

"What's carved on this big stone?"

"This is Wusunwen's 'grinding jade and grinding heart'. ”

"What do you mean by 'grinding jade and grinding hearts'?"

"This is a special area of my Pegasus tribe, where prisoners and slaves live.

These people spend all day here polishing jade and making jade coins. ”

Brulari said, pointing to the back of the large rock.

Cheng Zhong looked up and saw that this place was indeed different from other places, a large wall as high and thick as a castle stretched in front of him, obscuring his vision.

"Oh, I see, it's for them to be reformed here!"

Cheng Zhong's small brain turned sharply, and in a blink of an eye, he understood the meaning of Wusun Wen on the big stone.

The term "labor reform" he spoke of was again spelled together in the known Wusun language.

"Labor reform, labor reform, well, almost. ”

Brulari carefully savored the words that Cheng Zhong had coined, and nodded slowly.

"I mean, how many secrets does your tribe hide?

I just think that you are equal and fraternal here, why is there a yard of prisoners and slaves?"

Cheng Zhong stared at Brulari with wide eyes, as if to blame her for not telling him about the situation of the tribe clearly.

"I'm sorry my angel, you've only been in the tribe for three days, aren't you too anxious!"

With a smile on her face, Bullali bent over and shook Cheng Zhong's arm and said.

"My sister is right, I'm a little anxious.

That...... Tell me where the prisoners and slaves came from?"

"Hey, angel, listen!

This criminal is a person who has committed a mistake or a sin.

Living in the tribe, some people will inevitably make mistakes, and those who make mistakes will voluntarily report here and punish their mistakes by polishing Mingyu for many years. “

"Voluntarily report and accept the punishment!"

These statements are too difficult to accept and understand in Cheng Zhong's thoughts.

He thought for a moment and said:

"Sister, I don't understand!

Even if you make a mistake, please give me an analogy. ”

"For example...... Someone got drunk and argued with someone and injured someone, someone got angry and injured a woman who was kind to him, someone shepherded an animal that was injured or died of illness, someone was not paying attention to the livestock when grazing and destroyed the medicinal herbs grown in the hospital......"

Brulari gave seven or eight examples in one go.

Cheng Zhong already understood, so he raised his hand to interrupt her, and then asked:

"Tell me more about how people who have made mistakes can voluntarily report to be punished?"

"I'm not necessarily right!

As far as I know, people who make mistakes will consciously come here to register, tell them about their mistakes, and then report the number of people they are willing to accept punishment. ”

"Is the number of days and months you are willing to be penalized?"

"No, it's to report how many Ming Jade coins you are willing to polish. ”

"Oh, this is really 'grinding jade and grinding hearts'!"

Cheng Zhong nodded again and again, and his understanding of this primitive tribe deepened by another level.

"Now that I know what happened to my mistakes, what about crimes?"