The little mute's slender eyes glanced at her brightly, and then lowered his eyelids and continued to eat: "I don't dislike you." ”

Qin Liu saw that the little mute's ears had become pink, and they were particularly conspicuous against the black bandana.

I actually inadvertently used someone's lifelong bowl......

Embarrassed, she got up and walked around the yurt.

There isn't even a bucket here, let alone water.

She thought that she had stopped the little mute from going down to the river to bathe, so she said, "I have dried hibiscus leaves there, you can come over later, and I will help you wash your hair." ”

The little mute gladly agreed.

Qin Liu didn't stay long, and went back to his yurt first to boil water.

There wasn't much water in the yurt bucket, so Qin Liu mentioned it to one of his guards, and brought her two large buckets of water without saying a word about convenience.

As soon as the water boiled, the little mute came over, carrying a bag of clothes.

Qin Liu asked the little mute to move the only chair in the yurt to the grass outside, let the little mute face back to the sky, tilt his head back, she wet his hair with warm water, and diluted the sticky essence of the dried hibiscus leaves that had already been soaked with water, and rubbed it on the little mute's stiff hair that had long been knotted.

Hard hair quickly becomes smooth and soft.

Hibiscus leaves are very good shampoo items, and Qin Liu has used them many times. Honey locust can also be used to wash hair, but the smell is pungent, and she doesn't like to use it.

There are also some special shampoo products on the market, but the cost is expensive, Qin Liu prefers to use hibiscus leaves after repeated comparisons, and he also brought some when he went out this time.

The people walking around saw the young man and woman washing their hair in the sun, and they were a little embarrassed to approach, and even Qin Liu's two guards walked away from the distance, occasionally glancing over.

Qin Liu incarnated as Teacher Tony, scratched the scalp of the little mute with moderate strength, and said softly: "If you want to open a mine, you have to have gunpowder." Miscanthus nitrate and sulfur are both traditional Chinese medicines, and they are also raw materials for making black powder. Instead of just asking for tea and salt, it is better to ask for some cloth and Chinese medicine, and you can also ask for food. ”

The little mute had been lying comfortably with his eyes closed, but when he heard this, his eyes suddenly opened, and after a few moments, they slowly closed again.

The blood stains on the little mute's hair were rinsed several times before they were finally clean.

There was still a lot of hot water left, so Qin Liu let him go into the yurt to scrub and bathe himself.

There was a screen in the yurt, and Qin Liu was about to go out after mixing the water for him.

The little mute called out to her, his expression serious and serious: "You can make gunpowder?" ”

Qin Liu raised his eyebrows: "One sulfur, two nitrate and three charcoal, the recipes recorded in ancient books, this is used in folk firecrackers, don't you know it on the grassland?" ”

Anyway, the Mongols have also ruled the Han people for nearly a hundred years, and they haven't learned this?

The little mute shook his head: "We don't have the custom of setting off firecrackers on the grassland. ”

Qin Liu sighed.

The Mongol iron cavalry was very powerful, and could kill all the way to Europe, and during the Temujin period, he established the most vast empire on the earth, but he was complacent, did not pay attention to science and technology and advanced productive forces, and finally retreated back to the steppe, living a hard nomadic life.

Qin Liu was about to go out, and the little mute on the other side of the screen said: "Back then, when your Emperor Taizong of the Ming Dynasty attacked Wara, he used a red-clothed cannon, which was extremely powerful. With steel and gunpowder, can we have our own red-coated cannons on the steppe? ”

Qin Liu was terrified, and a chill rose from the tail vertebrae and rose all the way to the Heavenly Spirit Gai.

The little mute who was like a docile sheep just now is also a militant?!

Qin Liu calmed down and said coldly: "Steel and gunpowder can not only make red-coated cannons, but more importantly, they can dig up coal to make fires for heating and cement to build houses, so you herdsmen don't have to freeze in winter." ”

After Qin Liu finished speaking, he got out of the yurt and walked aimlessly under the big sun.

The blue sky and white clouds are clear, the sun is shining, the grass is green, and the world is peaceful and peaceful.

But in the hearts of those steppe people, there is only war, only killing.

Qin Liu's heart sank to the bottom, and the warm sun shone on her body, but she only felt cold to the bone.

She suddenly realized that her impression of the little mute was all her own subjective conjecture and speculation.

The coldness and horror of the little mute when he first appeared in front of her had been forgotten by her.

She knocked weakly on her head.

What a fool!

The descendants of the Golden Family, enduring humiliation and burdens are just means, and fighting for power and profit and conquering the world are their genes engraved in their bones.

How could she be foolish enough to think that the little mute was a little sheep?

Stupidity, O woman, is your Achilles' heel!

Qin Liu slowly walked out of the camp and climbed a nearby hillside.

To the east of the hillside are patchwork yurt camps, and to the east there is a blue lake.

To the west of the hillside is the rolling mountains, which are gentle and open, and the green grass is as soft and clean as a verdant carpet. It's a pity that there are no cattle and sheep dotted in between.

When the setting sun gilded the grassland, the little mute didn't know when he had stood beside her, silent.

Qin Liu took the initiative to break the deadlock: "We didn't see the herdsmen grazing along the way, why?" ”

"Herders graze their cattle according to the seasons, and it is common to move every month. It is located in the south, with a warm climate and low-lying terrain, which is a good winter pasture. It's summer, and the herdsmen have to drive their cattle and sheep to the mountains to eat the fresh grass, and when the white hair wind blows and the pastures are flooded, it's time to move here. ”

Qin Liu didn't speak.

The little mute seemed to open the conversation: "The white-haired wind on the grassland can blow cattle and sheep into the sky when it is crazy, and it will bury yurts and livestock in the snow in one night."

If the cattle and sheep cannot be driven to the winter pasture before the white hair wind buries the pasture, the cattle and sheep will have to starve to death. Cattle and sheep have no way to live, and people have no way to live. ”

The little mute pointed to the mountain col in the distance: "Look there, the wind will be very strong, and the white-haired wind will not stand, and it will be blown to the back of the mountain." The grass on the south side is exposed, and the cattle do not starve. ”

"The snow behind the mountain, a few feet deep, is a huge snow nest, whether it is cattle, sheep, livestock, yellow sheep, wild wolves, cavalry warriors, if you fall into it, you will die. In those years, it was common to encounter the northern expedition of Xuda in spring, and many teams were wiped out in this kind of snow nest. ”

Qin Liu tilted his head sideways and stared at the little mute.

She sat on the grass, the little mute standing, her hands behind her back, her slender eyes were heroic, and she occasionally raised her finger to point to the mountains in the distance, quite heroic.

Qin Liu suddenly realized.

The little mute knows a lot about military strategy, and he obviously has relevant military training, so where can he be a down-and-out proton?

I was too stupid and taken for granted before, and I actually felt a special pity for him.

Frustrated, she got up and walked down the hill.

(End of chapter)