Nightfall Chapter 48: This thing is quite boring

The forty-eighth chapter of the second volume of Winter Lake is quite boring.

Mo Shanshan glanced at him with a blank look, and even felt a little flustered. It was obvious that although she was a well-known bookworm girl, she was really not good at this aspect.

Ning Que held back his smile, glanced at the dried meat in his hand, and started chatting with the deserted woman.

Talking is something he is very good at. Since he was a child, he can survive in such a dangerous environment. In addition to being ruthless and unbelievable, his more important characteristic is to please him and behave. Don’t you see the generals of Weicheng, you don’t see the Emperor and Yan Master Se, don't you see the female professor and sister at the east window, how can anyone dislike him?

So, it didn’t take long for the barren woman who lowered her head to treat animal skins, and began to chat with him enthusiastically. Although the accent was a little weird, when the chatting parties slowed down, There is no problem with communication.

"There are many fish in Atami, all kinds of fish."

The deserted woman grabbed a handful of hay, wiped the blood off her hands, spread her arms and said: "My man has seen a fish like this before, but when it comes to delicious food, the patriarch Warriors will be sent to dive under the sea to fish for female egg fish. That kind of fish is really delicious."

Ning Que put the dried meat in his hand beside him, and asked curiously: "Mother egg fish?"

"Well, because the roe is so big, we call it the female egg fish."

The deserted woman stretched out her finger and drew it exaggeratedly, then shook her head and said: "After coming to the south, there are more sheep than before, but it is not so convenient to eat fish."

From the conversation, Ning Que learned that in the spring, the Huangren went south from the hot sea in the cold region and robbed a large piece of grassland in the royal court. Before the winter, he had already stored enough grain and grass, even the sheep had not been kept. Few, but probably based on tradition, the tribe still sends wild people to hunt around.

The cold wind hit the tent with snow flakes. Because of the strange paint stuck outside, it made a dull sound. Ning Que thought about what he had seen all the way before, and was a little puzzled, and asked: "Even if it is Hunting, there is no reason to come to such a remote place, too far away from the tribal people, it is always unsafe."

He has been hunting in Minshan since he was a child, and he is very clear about the hidden dangers of hunting away from his tribe.

The deserted woman said: "This is the rule in the tribe. During the winter ceremony, you must live alone for the whole winter."

Ning Que asked curiously: "What is the winter gift?"

As soon as the voice fell, his eyebrows suddenly raised, and Mo Shanshan, who had been sitting quietly beside him, also looked towards the door.

The heavy curtain was lifted, and a short figure rushed in and exclaimed with joy: "I'm back."

It was a thin boy with a fat round badger on his shoulders. His face was full of joy and pride, but when he saw Ning Que and Mo Shanshan, he suddenly became alert. .

"It's a guest." The deserted woman stepped forward to take the prey on his shoulder, gently tugged with her fingertips, and dexterously blocked the cold badger's bleeding hole, and smiled and patted the little boy. Head.

Ning Que looked at that little boy who would never be more than twelve years old, and thought that in such a severe cold weather, he could actually hunt such a big cold badger. He was shocked, and immediately he remembered how much he was The other party was still young in Minshan's life, and couldn't help feeling a little bit more.

"This is my son."

The deserted woman looked at the surprised expressions of these two Central Plains, and laughed heartily, and said: "I just said that the winter gift is his winter gift, the tribal rules, in the winter of the year when he was twelve years old, Parents will accompany their children to go hunting in the mountains. Before the North Atami sea thaws, they will be able to hunt half a cart of prey, and the children will be considered adults."

She looked at the little boy sternly, but couldn't hide the gentleness in her eyes, and said: "Next year he will become a soldier, and then organize his own family, so the winter ceremony is the last time we accompany him."

Wanren will become a soldier when he reaches 12 years of age? Ning Que hadn't gotten rid of this shock, and immediately thought of the previous sentence of organizing a family, and couldn't help but envy and said: "We Tang people can't get married so early."

Hearing the word Tang, the ridiculous little boy who was already a little wary and uneasy suddenly became more nervous, subconsciously trying to hide behind his mother, but thinking that he was performing a winter ceremony, he immediately To become a warrior of the tribe, he forcibly mustered the courage to stop in front of his mother and glared at Ning Que fiercely.

The deserted woman slapped him on the back of the head, and sternly reprimanded: "What does it mean to have a fat badger? The winter ceremony requires a half-carriage of prey. If it is a small stroller like my hometown, it would be fine. But you didn’t look at the car that the ambassador pushed over in the fall? The cars used by those barbarians are so big, it’s not so easy to fill half of them."

The desolate boy was driven out of the tent by his mother with a stick and intimidation, carrying a wooden bow and arrow, and once again began the difficult hunting activities he must have to become a desolate warrior. Ning Que couldn't help laughing happily when listening to Huang Ren's and women's previous judgments about the small carts and brute cars in their hometown.

The deserted women lowered their heads to continue their work, holding a piece of smooth wood and constantly crushing the fur under their feet, and from time to time they raised their arms to wipe the sweat from their foreheads. Ning Que thought about the prey that had been covered by snow outside the tent before, thinking that this kind of work was really hard, and asked: "Eldest sister, where is the kid and his father?"

"Fighting those barbarians died in the spring."

The deserted woman did not raise her head, the tone of her speech did not change, she still pressed her tongue straight, as if she was talking about something that happened for a long time, and has nothing to do with herself, and even almost forgotten story.

Suddenly she raised her head, stared at Ning Que and asked, "You...will the Chinese come over and beat us?"

"Should not, right?" Ning Que said, looking at the expression on the woman's face, "definitely not."

Whether the Datang Empire will send out troops to fight against the deserted people is a decision that can only be made by the emperor and the ministers in the court. How does he know whether it will be or not, but whether it will or will not, in front of the deserted Of course, I can only say that it will not, and it must be said firmly, with iron teeth and bronze teeth.

Mo Shanshan didn't say anything, just glanced at him again.

The deserted woman was stunned after hearing his answer, with a rare smile, and said: "That's good."

Mo Shanshan looked at her quietly, and suddenly asked: "Even if the Tang Dynasty does not come, there are still many other countries in the Central Plains, especially the temple, don't you worry about it?"

The Huangren woman leaned forward, handed the weight onto the wood chip, crushed the animal skin hard, and mumbled: "As long as the Chinese don't come, what's to worry about?"

Night fell, the wind and snow outside the tents stopped, and the deserted boy came back, but this time his face was a little ashamed, because his hands were empty and the shoulders were empty, the deserted women didn’t say anything, and burned. There was hot soup in the pot, and I didn't know where to find a leg of lamb stewed under the snowdrift, put some spicy seasonings, and the four people ate a meal in silence.

"You can only stay here for one night."

The Huangren women put away the boneless knives and looked at Ning Que and added: "Because this is the custom of the winter ceremony."

Ning Que expressed his gratitude, and then took Mo Shanshan out of the account.

The two walked towards a snow **** not far away.

At this time, the snow stopped outside the tent, the wind and the clouds had dispersed, and the high black night dome was dotted with countless stars. The starlight sprinkled on the white snow covered by the plains and hills, and a faint blue light was reflected.

"From Chang'an City to the wasteland, I listened to the academy and told some stories about the deserted people on the way."

Ning Que breathed the cold and refreshing air outside the tent, looked at the silhouette of the dead tree faintly visible under the stars in the distance, and said, "Do you know why the wasteland is called the wasteland?"

Mo Shanshan has long lived in the Great River Country in the South and is very strange to this territory. He frowned slightly when he asked him, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Isn't it because this wilderness is desolate?"

"The endless green grasslands, all kinds of beautiful seas, and the majestic Tiancai Mountains have evergreen forests, and countless beasts live here. How can this place be considered desolate?"

Ning Que looked at her profile and smiled and said: "The wasteland is not a wasteland. The reason why the name of a wasteland has been passed down is because this beautiful wilderness belongs to the wasteland."

Mo Shanshan looked into his eyes and asked: "What do you want to say?"

"Nothing."

Ning Que said: "In the tent just now, you looked at me a lot, what did you want to say?"

Mo Shanshan looked at him and said seriously: "I want to remind you that these people are barren people and our enemies. You can deliberately make good friends with the enemy, but be careful not to forget your position."

Ning Que laughed, and after a short pause, he looked at her and said, "What position should I stand on?"

Mo Shanshan asked blankly: "Of course the remnants of the Demon Sect are enemies."

Ning Que looked at her puzzledly and asked: "I have always wanted to know why the Demon Sect is the enemy?"

Without waiting for Mo Shanshan's answer, he continued: "I think about it, the demon sect is just different from the Haotian Taoist practice method, at most it is a branch of the temple, how can it become the incarnation of evil?" /

Mo Shanshan frowned and stared into his eyes as if seeing something very strange. His eyes were sad and sympathetic, and he said, "Don't let others hear you talking like this in the future, and don't... let me hear it. "

Ning Que found that the girl's expression didn't seem to be joking, and couldn't help but startled slightly.

A long time later, he stepped a dead branch into the snow with the sole of his boots, and said calmly: "In the past years, when you meditated by the ink pond, you didn't experience much of the world. Now you see so many ugly things and grass. The performance of the people in the temple on the dian, don’t you still hold a respect for the temple?"

Mo Shanshan looked at the stars in the night sky above his head, blinked, and his hard-focused eyes were a little erratic, making him a little confused. Liang then said softly: "Even if you don't respect the temple, you still have to respect Haotian."

Ning Que followed her gaze, shook his head and said: "It's really meaningless to be in awe of this kind of thing."

Mo Shanshan looked back at him and said seriously: "But the evil deeds of the Demon Sect are always true."

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(Yesterday’s activity is directly more tiring than writing 10,000 characters. There is a serious problem with the cervical spine. This was written late yesterday and sent out regularly. Today I started to go out for private affairs. I hope it will go smoothly and quickly and go home soon. .)