Mornings in the prairie are exceptionally cold.

The hoarfrost shone on the blades of grass, like a silvery brocade embroidered on a green background.

Before dawn, Li Wenshuo had already sat up, removed the blackened herbs on his right arm, and replaced them with Taixuanlou's ointment, and the carefully prepared medicine was obviously not comparable to these directly crushed herbs on the grassland.

The cool feeling seemed to seep into my bones, and I couldn't help but moan comfortably.

Walking out of the tent, the silver-white snow and frost disappeared without a trace the moment the sun rose, naughty like a child who likes to hide and seek.

The wind brings moisture and warmth from the far north sea.

Huge ice armor cracked, snow flowed through the cracks, and the long-dormant land was once again exposed to the sun, breathing in the fresh air.

The green grass burrowed out of the ground, and the endless tender green seemed to spring water gushing from the depths of the earth, spilling along the rolling grassland to the horizon.

Climbing chrysanthemums are the first to bloom.

It is said to be a chrysanthemum, but it is actually a weed, prostrate on the ground, blooming small yellow flowers, the most resistant to cold.

As long as they have roots, they are immortal, and when spring comes, two slender flower stems emerge from the leaf axils, and small five-petaled flowers of tender yellow.

Like slaves on the steppe, they live in the lowest environment, with no desire but to live.

Li Wenshuo carried the sword on his back and looked around, there were busy shadows everywhere, and the slaves had already started working before dawn.

But at this moment, the female slaves who were active near the tent were living a little better, and the male ** subordinates were all sent to the distant land to reclaim the land, cultivating the land that could barely produce food.

Even so, those small grains will be sent to the tables of the nobles, just like the pilaf that Li Wenshuo ate yesterday, they will not get anything.

Li Wenshuo strolled around the camp, looking around curiously with a pair of eyes.

Although he had long known that there was an extra Central Plains man in the camp, the eyes of those warriors were still full of vigilance, and every time Li Wenshuo took a step closer, the hand holding the sword tightened.

After walking a hundred or so steps towards the camp, he was finally stopped by a group of men, who said a lot of things that he did not understand, in short, they did not let him go any further.

Li Wenshuo also doesn't care, after all, it is other people's territory, since he is not allowed to go inside, then it will become a place to go out, and there is still scenery everywhere.

With a new sprout of grass in his mouth, he hummed the rural tune of the Central Plains in his nose.

Walking back along the road I came from, the same scenery, I looked at it again, and I still felt very fresh.

Walking and walking, we have reached the edge of the camp.

Here, you can see a lot of male ** subordinates, they are lying on their bodies, they say that they are clothes, it is better to simply hang a few incomplete sheepskins, and there is blood in front of them, and the slaughtered cattle and sheep are also full of blood.

But there was no expression on their faces, and they went about their business quietly, and only when they looked up at the rock not far to the east, did they show a little awe.

Li Wenshuo followed their gaze.

Not far away in the meadow was a flat rock, on which sat a man in a lambskin, which, unlike the slave's, was equally old, but very complete.

In this position, you can only see his side face, he looks very young, his eyes are very serious, full of life.

There was a puddle of clear water beside him, and an arm-long fiery red millstone lay in front of him, quietly polishing the dagger in his hand.

Li Wenshuo approached, looked at the blade that could almost be used as a mirror, and said with a smile: "It's a pity to sharpen it so sharply to cut meat." ”

The young man was stunned, but he didn't raise his head, but just changed his side and continued to grind.

Only then did Li Wenshuo realize that the other side of the knife was full of rust.

"If you don't polish the rust, the cut meat will smell fishy, and then the nobles will be angry, and they will all die. ”

The young man said in an extremely flat tone.

Here they are referring to the group of slaves who cut their flesh.

Li Wenshuo nodded, laughed, and said, "It's really a good craft, can I sit down?"

The young man nodded, stopped the movement of his hand, stretched out his finger and pointed to the position next to him, and motioned for Li Wenshuo to sit down.

"Don't the people of the Central Plains care if they stay with slaves, they will lose their status?"

Hearing this, Li Wenshuo was slightly stunned, looked at the young man's knife sharpening action, and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, but we don't have any slaves in the Central Plains, and the rich and noble families have some maidservants and nurses or something, but they are arrogant, and even the common people sometimes don't pay attention to them." ”

"Isn't there a slave? What a good world. ”

It can be seen that the young man yearns for that kind of world, but his hands are still very steady, and he doesn't have any extra mood.

"What would it be like to have no slaves on the steppe. ”

Li Wenshuo thought like this, and the grassland in his mind was built with tall pavilions, and the streets were crowded with pedestrians, children playing, and hawkers shouting......

Thinking of this, he shook his head with a smile, it was the Central Plains.

"If there are slaves, people will die, and if there are no slaves, more people will die. ”

The knife in the young man's hand was sharpened, and in the light of the sun, it shone with a terrifying light.

"I never dared to imagine that there were no slaves on the grassland, just the Tuoba section, with a total population of 300,000, there were more than 30,000 tribal warriors, counting their families, there were almost 100,000, there were only a few nobles, and almost all of the rest were slaves, but the food in the tribe was not enough to feed the nobles and the 100,000 people, and every time there was a war, the slaves would go hungry, because their food would be given priority to the war horses. ”

Li Wenshuo was silent for a moment, he really didn't think of this, but he believed that there would always be a way in the world.

"Your craft, if you go to the Central Plains, you can also have no worries about food and clothing. ”

The young man shook his head, his tattered robe swayed in the wind for a moment, and said softly: "I have been sharpening knives with Abba since I was a child, and I have sharpened a lot, so I naturally have some experience. ”

After speaking, he glanced at the sword on Li Wenshuo's back, this was the first time he looked at Li Wenshuo.

"Do you want me to sharpen your sword for you?"

Li Wenshuo took off the broken tooth and handed it over.

The young man took it with one hand, held it in his palm and looked at it carefully, his eyes glancing over the hilt to the blade.

Seeing this scene, Li Wenshuo's pupils shrank, although this young man was special, he couldn't see anything special in his cultivation at all, but the seventy-five pound broken teeth were held in his hand, but there was no tremor at all.

"It's a good sword, better than all the weapons I've ever seen in my life. ”

The young man scooped up a handful of water from the puddle with his hand, and smeared it on the whetstone to wash away the rust that had adhered to it.

"Sharpening knives should be made with enough water, especially such a good sword, dry grinding will cause damage to the sword body, and it must be sharpened one by one, otherwise it will damage the edge of the sword, but your sword is very special, I don't know what material it is made of, the edge is very sharp, and I want to wear out. ”

The young man stroked the blade of the sword, stunned for a moment, and continued: "It's hard. ”

There was no difference between grinding a tooth and a dagger that grinds flesh, and in a few moments the young man handed back the broken tooth.

Li Wenshuo looked at the blade that was shining with silver light, believing that there was not even a trace of blood on it, and he secretly admired it in his heart.

Li Wenshuo put away the broken teeth again, the young man also finished grinding the knife in front of him, and the two big men sat on the big stone, looking at the rising red sun in the distance.

"I read some books in the Central Plains some time ago, and I remember a sentence, threesome, there must be my teacher's statement, I haven't understood what the truth is, can I ask Your Excellency?"

Li Wenshuo laughed, the person who is qualified to read the books of the Central Plains is really not an ordinary slave, and he is also a little helpless, and said: "That is the words of a sage, which probably means that other people's words and deeds must have something worthy of my learning, but I am short-sighted and have no understanding of these scriptures. However, in the early years, I heard a teacher say that no matter how much you read a book, you can't read the word Kuanren, and that's the same as not reading at all. ”

The young man smiled slightly, although he didn't know what Li Wenshuo meant by the moth, he still praised it out loud: "Mr. is talented." ”

Li Wenshuo was in a very good mood, with his half-hung ink, he actually had a day when he was called a great talent, called a gentleman, and after he went back, he must see how the old man in Nanshang Mountain mocked him.

"Central Plains is such a great place. ”

"The grassland is not bad. ”

The young man nodded, looking at the red sun not far away, and a sincere light flashed in his eyes.

Li Wenshuo just felt a little dazzling, turned his head, looked at the young man's breezy appearance, and said with a smile: "If you were born in the Central Plains, you must be a gentleman written in a book." ”

The young man just smiled, he really wanted to go to the Central Plains to have a look.

"There is no end to learning, and some problems cannot be solved after all, just like the sacrifices on the grassland believe that there are gods living on the clouds, and the Taoists in the Central Plains believe that the Taoist ancestors live on the clouds, and the monks think that there is a Buddha living there. But I feel that a swarm of immortals live there, and I don't feel crowded. ”

Hearing this, the young man shook his head very seriously and said, "The god of the steppe lives in the ice sea in the far north, and comes out every day to protect his people, how can he live on the clouds, what is good there?" ”

Only then did Li Wenshuo know that the god on the grassland was the sun, and he couldn't help but be a little embarrassed.

"Who says it's nothing good, you know what clouds are?"

Li Wenshuo's words were very unreasonable, but he didn't care very much, because in his opinion, who would know what was on the clouds, but the next moment he was stunned.

"The clouds are a cloud of water vapor. ”