In the morning, as soon as the sky was bright, Bo Xi got up. Lifting the curtain of the door, she couldn't help but shiver - the weather was still so cold. Spring on the grassland comes late, and the vast grassland in April is still a dry yellow, and the residual ice and snow can be seen from time to time, and the cold north wind is whistling, as if to announce that winter has not yet left.

After being busy inside and outside the tent for a while, Bo Xi set up the pot and began to boil salty milk tea.

"Really, this damn money-grub!"

Bo Xi whispered. In the silence, her voice was so loud that she startled herself, and when she looked around, Bo Xi patted her chest. Since the Han slaves were ransomed, there were fewer people in the tribe, and the work of the Bo Xi clan increased a lot. I used to be able to rest for a while, but now I always have a lot of work to do every day from morning to night. Although this is also a last resort, Bo Xi still inevitably has to complain.

complained on his lips, but Bo Xi's heart was beautiful.

In the past two years, the life of the Wuhuan people has been much better. Whether it is fur or cattle and horses, the needs of the Han people seem to be endless. This chariot general was in the Upper Valley, and several bazaars were opened specifically for the Wuhuan people. The snow salt of Qingzhou, the frost sugar of Langxi, the gorgeous silk of Qi, the sturdy fine linen of Lu, the crystal clear glass, the delicate and smooth porcelain, the light lacquerware, and even the golden pseudo-gold ware all flowed into the hands of the Wuhuan people in large quantities through the bazaar. Of course, the best thing is tea. However, tea is not rare in Qingzhou, and it is more and more rare when it is transported to Shanggu, and the price is very expensive. The average Yiluo Xiaoshuai can rarely enjoy it often.

Bo Xi couldn't help laughing, and reached out to touch the golden pot - it was so beautiful! It's her favorite thing. No matter how busy she is every day, she will wipe the pot shiny. Immediately, she retracted her hand with lightning - stupid, this pot of milk has been boiling for a long time, and you can hear the sound of water. An enticing fragrance of fresh milk spread, and Bo Xi stroked his stomach.

It was not early, there was a small sound in the tent, Ah Jian woke up, and Bo Xi prepared milk separately and went through the process of frying and grinding, and the crispy fried rice made could be soaked in milk tea and eaten. After thinking about it, Bo Xi put another stack of dough cakes on the table.

Speaking of food, the Han people are also quite interesting. In the late autumn of last year, many Han merchants bought cattle, hired people to kill them in the tribe, and then trafficked the dismembered beef, cowhides, tendons, and horns all the way back to the tribe. I heard that the government prohibits the killing of cattle, and beef is far more expensive than pork in Handi. But when the year is good, there are many people who like to change their tastes, so some people came up with this idea. That's a good idea.

It's a pity to think about it! The year is not good, when the disaster is struck, the cattle and sheep are not enough to eat themselves, and the days are a bitter one, so they have to go to the Han land to loot, and each time I don't know how many people give away their lives. And when the year is good and the wind and rain are good, the cattle and sheep slaughtered in the early winter can't be eaten by themselves, and they can't be stored for a long time after the winter, so they have to throw away the meat in vain, and there is nothing left. Nowadays, these are all money, which can be exchanged for silk and porcelain, snow salt, frosted sugar, and rice and flour in the market......

Thinking of this, Bo Xi's indescribable joy. When the tribe was so rich, Bo Xi had only met twice in his life. One time was the defeat of the Han army by Tanshi Huai, and the other time was the rebellion of Zhang Chun and Zhang Ju. No, there was no abundance then. With an abundance of food, the tribe had 11,000 new children born last year, more than 30 percent more than in previous years, and the men of the tribe did not need to prove their prowess on horseback, so they had to gallop on their own women...... Bo Xi blushed and laughed.

"How?"

Ah Jian saw his wife Hongyun's face, crisp laughter again and again, itching in his heart, and couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Nothing," Bo Xi was embarrassed to say. At this time, the milk tea was opened, churning, and the fragrance of the milk tea was accompanied by the curling water

Spread out. Bo Xi took the opportunity to divert the topic:

"Hurry up, there's a lot going on today!"

The adults of Wuhuan were originally elected, but everyone has selfish intentions, and over time, these adults have formulated various clan rules that are beneficial to themselves. At this moment, whether it is the Wuhuan of the three counties or the Wuhuan of Shanggu, the custom of "father dies and son succeeds" has been formed.

Ah Jian is the son of Nanlou - Nanlou is the lord of Shanggu Wuhuan, with more than 9,000 people and nearly 100,000 people - his identity is naturally extraordinary. Nanlou is in his fifties this year, and he has many children, but life on the grassland is difficult, and now there are only eleven people alive, and Ah Jian is ranked fifth, eighteen years old this year. Nanlou's eldest son commanded 2,000 Wuhuan cavalry in the Hu Wuhuan camp, the seventh son was sent to Xindu as a proton, and the sons who stayed with him were only the second son and Ah Jian, and there was also the youngest son in infancy.

Ah Jian and his wife were talking, when the door curtain was lifted, and a small head poked in from outside:

"Sister Bo Xi, can I come in?"

Hearing this lark-like crisp voice, Ah Jian couldn't help laughing:

"No way!"

"Absolutely!"

In addition to the military, in Wuhuan, women are in charge of housework, that is to say, what Ah Jian said does not count. With Bo Xi's permission, Ye Qinna immediately got into the tent, squeezed Ah Jian aside, and sat next to Bo Xi. In the face of Ah Jian's intimidation, Yechina was not afraid at all, she wrinkled her nose and made a cute grimace. Immediately, Yechena smelled the aroma of milk tea.

"It smells so good!"

Ye Qinna swallowed her saliva in admiration, turned her face to Bo Xi and showed a flattering smile, her beautiful little face shrunk into a ball like a pug, and Bo Xi couldn't help laughing when she saw it.

……

"Slow down, slow down!"

Seeing Ye Qinna's gobbling up, Bo Xi couldn't help but miss her. Ah Jian also fell into the well next to him:

"That's it! After the New Year, she is a big girl, she is still so naughty, how can she marry in the future......"

Ye Qinna was busy, but Bo Xi couldn't bear it, reached out and pinched her husband, and said angrily:

"Pure nonsense! Yechena is so beautiful, she can sing and dance, who doesn't like it when she sees it, where is there a ...... where you talk like this"

Ye Qinna drank half a bowl of milk tea, and then she had free time, listening to Bo Xi's praise of her, her eyes smiled into a slit, and she almost nodded, Ah Jian looked interesting, and he was educated by his wife, so he also echoed and said:

"Yes, Yechenna is a pearl of the steppe...... Sooner or later! ”

As soon as the words fell, Ah Jian ran to the side, and when he saw Ye Qinna glaring at him, he couldn't breathe with laughter. Ye Qinna is Ah Jian's younger sister, seeing these two brothers and sisters playing with spears, Ye Qinna's puffed up appearance, Bo Xi couldn't help but smile.

Yechena is indeed a beautiful little girl, with a pink goose egg face, a nose like a jade onion, a small nose with beautiful lines slightly upturned, and a pair of beautiful big eyes that are clear and attentive under the crooked eyebrows. When he laughs, his little nose is slightly wrinkled, and two small round dimples are exposed on his cheeks, which is very naughty and cute. However, Ye Qinna was just fourteen years old, petite and delicate, and the slightly bulging curves of her breasts all showed her youthfulness. Sooner or later, as Ajian said, Yechena will become a prairie pearl – but not now.

Yechenna has a lively and generous personality, and getting angry is only a matter of a moment. She sprinkled on Bo Xi's body for a while, and found an opportunity to kick her brother, and soon smiled.

……

It was an ordinary day, the weather was sunny, and Ah Jian's mood was like the weather. After breakfast, Ah Jian greeted his father Nanlou and took the slaves to graze cattle and sheep. After a winter, the livestock have been much thinner, and under the long hair, they are skinny. There is not much forage at home, so it is just right for the livestock to bask in the sun and find some forage for themselves.

However, in the afternoon, a horse galloped in and brought an astonishing news - Zhang Hanzheng, the general of the Han chariot cavalry, commanded the army and went all the way north to Youzhou.

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