One after another, hundreds of wandering herdsmen gathered at the camp next to the Nada Sea, and some of the cattle, sheep and horses that the horse bandits had hidden elsewhere were also found.

Thirty carts of grain promised by the Khitans were also delivered, and a group of Khitan cavalry looked at the bustling and lively Nadahai camp in surprise, and exchanged their heads and ears for a long time before greeting Song Wen and then leaving quickly with three hundred war horses.

The herdsmen of the Nadahai steppe, who were originally loose and did not have a unified leader, gathered together for the rest of their lives after the first catastrophe, and a large tribe of nearly 1,000 people began to take shape.

The wise old herdsmen gathered together and proposed to elect the true leader of Nadahai, and the story of being broken and expelled by a group of horse bandits these days must never be repeated!

Whether it is the horse bandits, the Khitans, or the Jurchens, no one can arbitrarily expel and slaughter the Mongols who persecuted and persecuted the Nadahai steppe......

Although he received the invitation, Song Wen did not participate in the election of the leader of the Nadahai tribe, but walked around the tribe with a smile on his face, using the few remaining medicines and spirits to heal the wounded and sick, and put down bags of grain and dry food and scattered silver to give to the poorest old and weak women and children.

The little girl and Mingyue followed Song Wen, and the big-eyed girl asked Song Wen in a low voice, "Don't you want Daruchi to be chosen as the leader?"

Song Wen smiled: "I'm lucky to get it, but I lost my life, what's the matter...... I believe that I will treat these Mongol brothers with a bitter fate, and that whoever is the leader will treat me in the same way! I, Song Wen, have always firmly believed that the right path in the world is the vicissitudes of life......"

The little girl frowned...... "The right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life, what does this mean?"

Mingyue lowered her head and said in a humble voice: "Good, Lang Jun's words are reasonable, and they can be in line with the Great Dao!"

Song Wen rolled his eyes: "If you have a fart, let it go!"

"I'm hungry......"

The little girl pinched Mingyue's arm as thick as a purlin and scolded, "Why are you hungry again?" You're hungry...... Who isn't hungry? You can eat so much, how can the Nadahai tribe have so much food for you to eat?"

Song Wen said curiously: "Mingyue, can you eat meat...... If you are not considered a disciple of the Dao Sect, is it a taboo to fight and kill?"

Mingyue shook her head...... "This, it shouldn't be counted, right?" ”

Song Wen nodded...... "Okay, then let's go hunting!" ”

The little girl cheered, and the horse ring that came at a trott, the two Qingshan camp guards led out the horse, and Mingyue's big green horse with a big waist and a round belly like a drum was also brought out.

The three of them and two guards each carried bows and arrows and went straight to the depths of the grassland, as if Song Wen didn't care at all about whether Daruchi in the center of the camp could sit on the leader of the Nadahai tribe.

The prairie is said to be a grassland, but there are not many endless flatlands, strange rocks and rocky rocks and low hills are undulating, and there will be winding rivers or streams and rivers gathering together in the sea of bubbles.

Hunting is inseparable from water, just as those prey cannot be separated from water. Song Wen and the others came to a small inlet and hid behind a small hill.

The two guards dutifully lay on the top of the mountain to observe the prey, and Mingyue was not good at riding, and he had already been left behind by a few people.

Song Wen and the little girl lay on their backs on the grass like a green velvet blanket to bask in the sun...... It's just that the little girl's belly is gurgling non-stop.

Song Wen blinked: "Didn't you eat enough in the morning?" An Chun didn't bring you food?"

The big-eyed girl grinned: "It's sent, and there is roasted otter meat...... I didn't want to eat it, so I gave the dry food and meat to Daruchi's two nephews and nieces...... I felt uncomfortable watching the children not have enough to eat, so I only drank some corn porridge! ”

"Silly girl...... It's not bad for your bite of food, and now there are dozens of truckloads of grain, and they have no problem surviving this year, and when the cattle and sheep are pregnant in the autumn...... Next year, the Nada Sea Grassland will be lively again, and the herdsmen's life will be better and better. ”

The big-eyed girl frowned: "Daruchi said that at least fifty truckloads of grain will be needed for the winter, can your Four Seas Commercial Bank transport so much grain over?"

Song Wen shook his head: "I'm afraid it's not good, after all, it's the territory of the Khitans, it's okay to transport a small amount of precious goods, and it will be very noticeable to transport grain and cloth or something in a big way, after all, the little marquis Yelu Mountain is not a real power figure, and his ability is still limited."

"Why do you think he has a lot of ability...... Hmph, he's not just a gentleman. ”

"Do you still know idioms?"

The little girl wrinkled her beautiful little nose and ......, "Hmph, don't look down on people...... Our Beacon Island is not far from the mainland, and my father even robbed a Han teacher to teach me and my brother! ”

"Then what idioms do you have?"

The little girl's eyes purred a few times...... "And ...... Timid as a mouse, cowering...... This, stubborn, disappoints the beauty...... Beasts are not as good as ......"

Song Wen was stunned for a moment, looked at the little girl who was mocking him triumphantly, and suddenly couldn't help grabbing the little girl's shoulder and pressing her mouth......

"Hmm...... Hmmm......"

The little girl's big eyes were round, and her hands were nervously raised on her shoulders, and she didn't know where to put them...... Although it is spicy, after all, she is only a little girl who is less than seventeen years old, and where is Song Wen's experience in this kind of thing?

The little girl who was almost suffocated was a little stupid for a while, and let Song Wen greedily ask for her first kiss......

Suddenly, Song Wen screamed and got up, and the two guards in the distance quickly jumped up, and when they saw this scene, they immediately sneakily climbed to the other side of the dirt slope...... Good guys, my own Langjun old tree has bloomed! That's a good thing, don't mess it up!

Song Wen's tongue was bitten open, and tears almost flowed down in pain...... But he didn't dare to say anything as a thief, after all, he was the first little girl who was light, think about the age of the big-eyed girl...... Song Wen couldn't help but curse himself again, what a beast!

The little girl was stunned for a while, and suddenly plunged into Song Wen's arms again...... The arm was tightly wrapped around Song Wen's waist, and he was almost out of breath.

Song Wen smiled and stroked the little girl's long black hair lovingly. But I heard the little girl in Song Wen's arms and said angrily: "Where is the green slave? Do you like her or do you like me?"

Song Wen was stunned for a while...... In the memory of this body, the green slave seems to have been imprinted, and Song Wen was the most depressed...... Song Wen, who had just come to this time and space, had no relatives and no one to rely on, only the green slave and Zixuanlou Mafu Ma Wu could be regarded as a trace of warmth in his life.

The green slave's affection for Song Wen also made Song Wen unable to give up.

The little girl raised her head and looked at Song Wen: "Did the green slave really save your life?"

Song Wen nodded: "More than once...... Three years ago, if it weren't for the green slaves who were whipped to secretly help me find food and beg for money to buy medicine, I would have died of illness in the stable of Zixuan Building in Bianliang. ”

The little girl frowned...... "That's ...... Then let her be a sister! But I heard that the eldest lady of the Great Song Dynasty bullied the little concubine, and asked the concubine to kowtow to the eldest woman and pour tea to serve it......"

Song Wen was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized...... This is the Great Song! How can the men here have some skills from the beginning? Three wives and four concubines are the most normal, and Wang Zhiwei seems to have seven or eight concubines and little wives in that family......

Song Wen laughed...... This damn Da Song, it's really good!