Drill vault.

This custom is not only found by the Xiongnu, but also by the vast majority of nomadic peoples.

One side of the water and soil to support the other side.

Nomadic people, who have been chasing water and soil all their lives, have much worse living conditions than farming peoples.

The harsh living conditions have made maintaining the reproduction of human beings and the strength of the race the most important thing.

Etiquette and shame are all things that come after survival.

That night, she got out of the dome and went around the newly built dome next to her, and she was angry when she gave up her woman's reserve.

"Joe! You're a coward! You're not brave at all! ”

The newly built vault left no door for her to enter.

Inside the dome, the smell of fishy smell was so thick that it was difficult for Yingcheng to sleep.

He didn't like to learn foreign languages, he rolled over, pursed his lips, and muttered in a low voice:

"My name is not Chen Qingquan."

Then he closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep, he had to adapt to the life of the Huns.

On the second day, Ying Cheng, who had two dark circles under his eyes, yawned and walked out of the dome.

In the dome next to him, Yan Yan, who had been waiting, immediately came out and shouted:

"You don't want to sleep with me!"

This voice was a little loud, so that the surrounding Huns heard it clearly, and they all looked at it, and most of the Hun men cast hostile eyes at Ying Chengcheng.

Beautiful, sturdy Yan, why did you fall in love with this kid!

At the bottom of the desert, women do not regard their bodies as beautiful as weak, but as strong.

Ying Cheng, who had attracted a lot of hostility, nodded.

"Yes, I am grateful that you saved me, and I can help you with the herding of cattle and sheep to repay the favor."

Yan looked at Ying Chengcheng for a long time, and seemed to be a little unbelievable, the man in front of him really didn't want to sleep with her.

Half a day.

"Good!"

“……”

Yan's action of looking for the flock, as well as the natural eyes of the people around him, made Ying Chengcheng a little stunned.

The folk customs of the Xiongnu are really much worse than those of the Central Plains, and there seems to be no polite words here, they are very simple.

Forty or fifty sheep graze and hang out.

Ying Chengcheng and Yan walked on the left side of the flock and followed the sheep to reach the land.

With a whip in his hand, he flicked it a few times from time to time, asking the sheep to return to the ranks after eating so much that they had left the flock.

"I'll go to the right and watch."

Ying Chengcheng volunteered.

Yan glanced at him coldly and said coldly:

"There are dogs."

“？？？”

Yan whistled, and a big black and white dog quickly rushed over.

It stood in front of Yan, the dog's head at Yan's waist, and its head held high and wagging its tail.

"Good dog! Good dog! ”

Yan rubbed the dog's head vigorously, did not hesitate to praise words, squatted down and hugged the dog's neck hard, glanced at Ying Chengcheng, and the praise of "good dog" was louder.

The black and white dog was even more excited.

Ying Chengcheng was a little speechless.

Are you scolding me or praising the dog?

Did the Huns have shepherd dogs at this time?

Or do the vast majority of nomads have it?

Ying Chengcheng doesn't remember the pre-Qin history he has read, and there are records of nomadic people raising sheepdogs.

He patted his head, annoyed that his head was not a computer, and he couldn't store everything he had read, but could only remember what he was famous and interested in.

For example, he can remember Liu Bang in Pei County, and can remember the uprising in Chen Sheng and Wu Guangze Township.

But I don't remember where Chen Sheng and Wu Guang survived before the uprising in Daze Township, and where Chen Ping, who often conspires and tricks, is.

Pei County is a good place, when he was looking for Liu Bang, Xiao He, Fan Xu, and Lu Xuan, he was pleasantly surprised to find that Cao Shen and Xiahou Ying were also here.

The Qin Dynasty wanted to find someone by a name, it was very difficult, it was very difficult, it was similar to looking for a needle in a haystack.

Take Chen Ping as an example.

If Ying Chengcheng wants to find out Chen Ping, without knowing his appearance, his age, or his interpersonal relationships, he can only use the stupidest method, the census.

The Qin Dynasty had a household register.

Delegate the search order to all county towns and villages, gather all the people named Chen Ping together and send them to Xianyang, and the number of people will be counted according to thousands.

A thousand Chen Ping, who knows which one is the capable minister who assisted Emperor Gao of the Han Dynasty?

With the current control of the Qin State, the Xiang clan has been looking for more than a year and can't find it, is this capable minister among these thousand people?

The desert sky is still clear, and the sky is blue.

The flocculent white clouds were connected together, like cotton with a hole in the sky.

After shouting a good dog, he was already angry, and he was no longer angry with Yingcheng.

Shepherd the sheep with Ying Cheng Chan and kindly teach Ying Cheng Chan to learn foreign languages.

At the beginning, Ying Cheng Chan felt a little strange and a little ridiculous.

"You do it again! I'll go to the commissar! ”

Where he needs to go to the commissars, those commissars come to him about the same.

His thinking is divergent, and his outward manifestation is carelessness.

Yan slammed the whip on the ground, and the heads of the two sheep that poked out of the flock shrank back.

"Joe!"

"Huh?"

"Why don't you learn?"

Yan's eyes were full of incomprehension and eagerness.

Ying Chengcheng could even see that there were tears in the eyes of this woman who was stronger than a man.

"This will save your life! Did You Know? ”

The woman shouted, took a step closer, and repeated again with greater force:

"This will save your life! This could save your life! ”

There is no femininity, and a delicate voice echoes in the desert with a hint of roughness, in the Xiongnu language.

Ying Cheng lowered his head.

"I'm sorry, I ......"

He didn't know what to say anymore.

Some ridiculous and wonderful words for him, but they can save the lives of these Huns.

"You're not sorry for me, you're sorry for yourself, and your tribe!

"I know you want to be an eagle soaring in the sky, daring to pounce on everything. Learning this Qin language is like a rabbit punching a hole in your eyes, a sign of withdrawal and weakness.

"But the eagles in the sky can be numbered, but the rabbits under the earth cannot be numbered.

"You have to live, even if it is a rabbit that may be eaten by wolves, caught by men, and caught by eagles!

"Only when you live can you become an eagle one day!"

Yan was very excited, and the high mood did not diminish in the slightest because he was a nomad.

She was worried that the brave man she had taken a fancy to would die here, and she wanted the man in front of her who dared to scold Qin Gou loudly to live.

Ying Cheng pursed his lips.

The people at the bottom everywhere are the same, they are all doing their best to live.

"I know, please teach me, I think I'll learn before the sun goes down."

"I believe in you."

Yan smiled, Ying Chengcheng thought it was beautiful.

"You do it again! I'll go to the commissar! ”

The beautiful Hun woman said in an unstandard Qin language.

The native language is Qin, and Ying Cheng stumbled and stumbled to learn this sentence.

It was a little uncomfortable for him, and he could say it very quickly and fluently and standardly, but he had to pretend that it was extremely difficult, which was very difficult.

But Ying Chengcheng was not irritable at all, he thought he was not qualified.

Compared to the difficulty of being alive, what is this difficulty?

"If you do this again, I'll go to the commissar."

"Wrong, wrong! Don't be so bland! ”

"Uh, that's pretty much it?"

"Joe! This could save your life! You said you could be a rabbit! ”

“…… Can you not use the rabbit metaphor. ”

"You can only become an eagle if you become a rabbit first!"

Ying Chengcheng sighed, no longer entangled, and exhaled emotionally.

"You do it again! I'll go to the commissar! ”

"That's right! That's it! ”

Yan looked surprised and praised loudly.

"You're amazing! You're amazing! ”

was praised, but Ying Chengcheng was a little uncomfortable, and always felt that this way of praise was familiar......

"Wow!"

The black and white shepherd ran over excitedly.

"Why are you here?"

Yan squatted down and hugged the black and white sheepdog.

"Good dog! Good dog! ”

Ying Cheng sighed.

Can there be a difference in the way you praise people and dogs?

The sheep continued to rush forward, under the combined force of two men and a dog.

Ying Cheng, who finished learning a foreign language, chatted with the ordinary Hun woman next to her.

"How many of your sheep do you have? How big is your tribe? ”

"Where do I have so many, most of them are the sheep of other people in the tribe."

"Then why did you bring out their sheep? I only said to help you shepherd the sheep, not to help them shepherd the sheep. ”

Yan glanced at Ying Chengcheng strangely.

"Joe, are you really a Hun?"

Ying Cheng's heart tightened, and he didn't know where something went wrong.

Before he could speak, Yan continued:

"Why don't you even know how to shepherd sheep? Everyone only had four or five sheep, so naturally they were grazing together. Others are going to do other things, such as making furs, milking goats, and making cheese. ”

Yan tilted his head and looked at Ying Cheng, and suddenly realized.

"Joe! You must be from a big tribe! I've heard that the big tribes have forty or fifty sheep each! Only herd your own sheep! ”

Big tribes...... Ying Chengcheng nodded.

"Sort of."

I was a little excited.

"Then do you have a cow?"

"Yes...... You don't? Aren't cows and sheep together......"

"Sure enough, it's from the big tribe! Only the leader of our tribe has two cows, baby. ”

Yan was a little embarrassed, this was the first time Ying Chengcheng had seen this Hun woman with this expression on her face.

"Can you let me herd your cows? I haven't let it go yet. ”

“…… My cattle were snatched by Qin dogs, and they destroyed my tribe. ”

"I'm sorry, Joe, I don't know."

"It's okay."

Looking into the distance, the earth and the sky are connected into a line.

"Perhaps, tomorrow my tribe will be destroyed as well......"

She turned her head, her eyes bursting with blazing light.

"Joe, I want to sleep with you!"

This is the second time the woman has uttered this phrase.

Ying Chengcheng stretched out his hand to hold the woman in his arms, as if he didn't smell the strong smell of the woman.

The woman threw away the whip and hugged Joe, who came from the Great Tribe and raised cows.

"Don't be afraid."

Ying Chengcheng said softly, trying his best to make the voice very light.

The two arms around his waist became harder and harder, so hard that they trembled a little.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Ying Cheng stroked the woman's oily, messy hair.

The woman whimpered like a sheepdog soothed by her master.

Her name is Yan, a Xiongnu woman born in a small tribe, she has not learned the etiquette, righteousness and shame of the Central Plains, and she does not know books and is not reasonable.

But she was also not so open, so open that twice she wanted to sleep with a Hun who had only known her for two or three days.

She just felt like she was going to die.

If you're going to die, just indulge it.

She was afraid of death.

"Your tribe as big as you has been destroyed, how can such a small tribe of ours stop the Qin army......"

Ying Chengcheng raised Yan's head and looked into Yan's moist eyes.

"Perhaps, because you are small, you will not be destroyed?"

Time passes, and one day passes.

Maybe it's because he cried in front of Ying Chengchan, or maybe it's because Ying Chengcheng is from a big tribe, in short, Yan and Ying Chengcheng have a good relationship.

With Yan's recommendation, Ying Chengcheng quickly integrated into Yan's small tribe.

He drank mare's milk wine with the people of this tribe, ate cheese together, caught rabbits and roasted meat together, and laughed and laughed together.

He would no longer lose sleep in the fishy dome, and he would no longer shout Qin Dog under the persuasion of the Huns.

He spent his days with this small tribe in fear that he would die at any point.

Together with this small tribe, I began to have a vision for the future, and said that it would be good if it continued like this.

The resources of Gaoque City are far better than the area where the small tribes are located, and this land of seven hundred miles has not been set foot by the Xiongnu for a few months, so even in autumn, there is more grass than other places.

This Gaoque city, which was originally resident of the Xiongnu, has not yet reached the limit of storing the Xiongnu.

The 100,000 Huns, who were originally scattered on the barren land, ate better and lived better in Gaoque, a fertile land that had not been eaten for months.

The self-sufficient 100,000 Huns not only did not need Ying Cheng Chan to bear additional grain and grass, but could even provide grain and grass for Ying Cheng Chan's 50,000 horses.

Before the upper limit of Gaoque was reached, the more Huns migrated to them, the richer the grain and grass would be.

In the eyes of the Qin army, there were no crops, it was a barren desert, and in the eyes of the Xiongnu, it was a treasure everywhere.

For example, those fat hares that have been bred for several months and no one has caught them are really enjoyable to eat when they are caught and roasted.

In the next ten days, Yan and Ying Chengcheng were still close, but they did not say for the third time that they wanted to sleep with Ying Chengto.

This time, the leader of the Black-Armored Qin Army really didn't seem to have the will to destroy her tribe.

Although those patrolling Qin Jun's eyes became hotter and hotter when they looked at her, and the frequency of their hands and feet became higher and higher. But as long as she said that sentence, she could immediately ask those Qin soldiers to stop speaking and moving.

This made Yan begin to believe that she really would not die, and her tribe would not be destroyed.

If that's the case, it's really nice to stay here forever.

Yan's small tribe has already prepared its savings for the winter, and the next spring will bloom, and the fertility of the high level will be enough for the small tribe's flock to have dozens of lambs.

It's not just the Yan tribe that thinks so, most tribes think so.

Until...... Something that is usually very common happens.

A patrolling Qin army broke into the vault of Yingcheng under the worried eyes of a group of Huns.

Qin Jun was respectful and said softly:

"General, something happened."

Ying Cheng narrowed his eyes.

"What?"

He has given military orders, there is no major matter, don't come to him.