Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao Chapter 217: Woman Mountain
Li Huowang walked slowly on crutches, pulling Bai Lingmiao, who was blindfolded.
Fortunately, the ox cart is not fast. At the expense of speed, the ox cart has added negative gravity, which is just about the same as the current Li Huowang's speed.
"Is this the Mountain of Women?" Squinting Li Huowang put his hands on his forehead and looked at the distant hills.
After seeing those mountains, Li Huowang knew why this place was called Qingqiu, because there was no tree on these mountains, and they were also covered by green grass.
But this may also be related to the relatively short mountains here. There are not those towering mountains, these mountains covered by grass are contiguous mountains.
"Senior Brother Li, when you look sideways like this, don't those mountains look like half a woman's face lying down?" Sun Baolu pointed his finger there excitedly.
Li Huowang looked at it carefully for a long time, but finally shook his head. He didn't see how the abstract hills looked like women. These low mountains are very strange, not too many or not too few, just abruptly in a group, and the mountains are not connected to each other.
"This year is the Year of the Moon. According to the ancestral teachings, our family members should camp a hundred miles ahead to graze. It won't be long before I can meet them!"
Li Huowang didn't care what the excited Sun Baolu said, he cared more about supplies. He came to Qingqiu for such a long time and there were so many people, and if he didn't have anything to eat, he would have to eat cattle pulling carts.
"In the mountain of women, is there really a market where you can buy food? If you can't buy food, you can only drink the northwest wind."
"Yes, I can't go wrong. People who are grazing within a few hundred miles nearby will go there to exchange things if they want to buy or sell. I came here once when I was seven years old."
After Sun Baolu's explanation, Li Huowang knew that in Qingqiu, a sparsely populated area, these nomadic Qingqiu people would choose some places to trade for the sake of material circulation.
Over time, these places will form a fixed gathering place. Officials in Qingqiu also draw taxes from these places.
When Li Huowang saw through his excellent eyesight that there were black spots the size of ants moving at the foot of the mountain, he knew that the other party was right, there really were people there.
"Let's go, let's all put on our shawl hats, so as not to attract other people's attention."
After Li Huowang finished speaking, he also put on a bamboo hat. The way he looks now, his face is red and white, he is not much better than others.
The ox cart gradually approached the Women's Mountain, and when it followed a small road, it came to the inside surrounded by low mountains. In an instant, it was bright in front of him.
A large crowd of tents gathered in front of Li Huowang and others.
The sound of horses' hooves, people roaring, and donkeys roared incessantly. Li Huowang even had the illusion that he was going to a market.
In this lively market, many Qingqiu people dressed in completely different clothes from Houshu people were busy with their own affairs.
The more animals there are, the more feces. The unique smell of animals penetrates the noses of other people, making everyone frown.
I don't know if it's because of the long hours of sunshine, but the biggest difference between the Qingqiu people and the former Siqi people and the Houshu people is that their faces are very red, and the faces of men and women, young and old, have heavy facial spots.
Qingqiu people are generally shorter than Li Huowang and others, in short, they look different.
Each of them is covered in various rough-looking leather coats, and the women's braids and the men's waists are tied with some broken bones that are ground into a circle.
In addition to bones and leather, the rest of the straw can be used basically, straw shoes, straw hats and even straw baskets are sold.
Li Huowang's group obviously caught the attention of the Qingqiu people. Facing the outsiders, everyone looked at the convoy with vigilant indifference.
"Touch!" On the cutting board above and below the grass stall next to it, a machete was raised high and then slashed with force, cutting the head of a hairless, ferocious dog in half.
"Um...." Mantou hung his tail and drooped his ears, and hurriedly got under the ox cart timidly.
"Are you really from Qingqiu? Why do you feel that you don't look like them." Li Huowang looked at Sun Baolu next to him through the black tulle.
"Because...my mother is out of town." Sun Baolu said that his expression was a little gloomy, but his eyes lit up instantly, and he hurried through the crowd and ran forward.
Running around in the crowd, he finally got excited and hugged an old man from Qingqiu and said something.
When they got close, Li Huowang realized that he couldn't understand what they said.
"Every other place can communicate with each other, but this place has its own language." Li Huowang was speechless, which undoubtedly caused a lot of trouble for the next journey in Qingqiu.
After chatting with the man, Sun Baolu came to Li Huowang again, and said with a bit of excitement: "Senior Brother Li, you can't be wrong, that person is my clan, and my family is not far ahead."
"Okay, if it's not too far, let's go step by step. You can buy some food for us first. There's not enough food on the road." Li Huowang said while looking at the lively markets around him.
Now the language of the Qingqiu people is incompatible with their language. In this aspect of negotiation, we have to rely on Sun Baolu, who can speak Qingqiu dialect.
Sun Baolu nodded and agreed, and he was about to turn around and dive into the lively crowd.
But Li Huowang stopped him. "Wait a minute, is there a place to eat? Everyone else is hungry, so let's take a break."
Soon everyone came to a noodle shop. There were strips of green noodles hanging in the grass shed, as if walking into a forest.
Listen to Sun Baolu~IndoMTL.com~ a group of people have a pot, they want to cook their own noodles and take as much as they eat. Mian Sangzi went to the store owner to collect the money according to the share.
This kind of eating method with the characteristics of Qingqiu, although no one else has seen it, it does not prevent them from eating very fragrantly.
The noodle shop was very lively, and there were many people eating noodles. Fortunately, there were noodles blocked, and people nearby could not see Li Huowang and the others taking down their hats.
"Where's the steamed bread?" Li Huowang, who was full of food and drink, suddenly found that the dog's own was gone.
As soon as he turned his head to look for it, he saw that Mantou was walking through the noodle forest with something in his mouth.
It spat what was in its mouth to Li Huowang's feet, squatted down, stuck out its tongue and wagged its tail to ask Li Huowang for a reward.
"What is this?" Li Huowang asked in surprise, looking at a white bone at his feet.
Other people don't know it, but the local Sun Baolu obviously knows it. He hurriedly explained: "Senior Brother Li, this is a horse bone. Qingqiu people must also eat horse meat when they raise horses. The taste is very good."