Mutated Tao Chapter 217: Woman Mountain
Li Huowang slowly leaned on crutches, pulling Bai Lingmiao, who was blindfolded, to walk. He was not walking fast, after all, the broken leg hadn't grown back yet.
Fortunately, the ox cart is not fast either. The ox cart has added more gravity at the expense of speed, which is just about the same as Li Huowang's speed now.
"Is this Women's Mountain?" Li Huowang, who squinted his eyes, covered his forehead with his hands and looked at the hills in the distance.
After seeing those mountains, Li Huowang realized why this place is called Qingqiu, because there is no tree on these mountains, and they are also covered by green grass,
However, this may also have something to do with the relatively short mountains here. There are not those towering mountains here, and these mountains covered by grasslands are all contiguous mountains.
"Brother Li, if you look sideways like this, don't those mountains look like half a woman's face lying down?" Sun Baolu excitedly pointed there.
Li Huowang looked at it carefully for a long time, but finally shook his head. He didn't see how much those abstract hills look like women. These short mountains are very strange, not too many and not too few, just a group of abrupt, and the mountains are not connected to each other.
"This year is the year of the moon. According to the teachings of our ancestors, our family should camp and graze a hundred miles ahead. I will meet them soon!"
Li Huowang didn't care what the excited Sun Baolu said, he cared more about supplies, since he came to Qingqiu for such a long time and so many people, if he had nothing to eat, he would have to eat the cows pulling the cart.
"In Women's Mountain, is there really a market where you can buy food? If you can't buy food, you can only drink northwest wind."
"Yes, I can't go wrong. People who graze 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 the sparsely populated Qingqiu, 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 collect 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 what the other party said was right, and there were really people there.
"Let's go, let's all wear the bamboo hats with gauze, so as not to attract other people's attention."
After Li Huowang finished speaking, he also put on a bamboo hat. His current appearance, his face was red and white, was not much better than others.
The bullock cart gradually approached Women's Mountain, and when it followed a small road, it came to the inside surrounded by short mountains. In an instant, it suddenly became clear.
A large crowd of tents gathered in front of Li Huowang and others.
The sounds of horseshoes, people roaring, and donkeys braying were endless, and Li Huowang even had the illusion that he was going to the market.
In this bustling bazaar, many Qingqiu people dressed completely differently from Houshu people were busy with their own affairs in it.
When there are more animals, there will be more excrement. The unique smell of animals penetrates into the noses of others, 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 Houshu people from the previous Siqi people is that their faces are very red, and no matter men, women or children, there are heavy spots on their faces.
People from Qingqiu are generally shorter than Li Huowang and others, but they are different no matter how you look at them.
Each of them wore a variety of rough-looking leather clothes, and the braids of the women and the waists of the men were tied with some rounded bones.
In addition to bones and leather, the rest of the straw weaves are basically made of straw. Straw sandals, straw hats and even straw baskets are sold.
Li Huowang's group obviously attracted the attention of Qingqiu people. Facing the foreigners, everyone looked at the convoy with vigilant and indifferent eyes.
"Touch!" On the chopping board above and below the grass stall next to it, a machete was raised high and then slashed down hard, chopping a hideous hairless dog's head in half.
"Hmm..." Mantou, with his tail drooping and his ears drooping, hastily and timidly got under the bullock cart.
"Are you really from Qingqiu? Why do you feel that you look different from them?" Li Huowang looked at Sun Baolu next to him through the black gauze.
"Because...my mother is from another place." Sun Baolu looked a little gloomy when he said this, but soon his eyes lit up instantly, and he hurriedly ran forward through the crowd.
Running around in the crowd, in the end he was so excited that he hugged an old Qingqiu man and said something.
When they got closer, Li Huowang realized that he couldn't understand what they were saying.
"Other places can communicate with each other, but this place actually has its own language." Li Huowang was a little speechless, which undoubtedly caused a lot of trouble for the next journey in Qingqiu.
After exchanging pleasantries with that person, Sun Baolu came back to Li Huowang, and said with some excitement: "Senior brother Li, you can't be wrong, that person is my clan, and my family members are not far ahead."
"Okay, no matter how far it is, we have to walk step by step. You can help us buy some food first. There is not enough food on the way." Li Huowang said, looking at the lively markets around him.
The language of the Qingqiu people does not understand their language now, so we have to rely on Sun Baolu who can speak Qingqiu dialect.
Sun Baolu nodded, agreed with all his heart, and was about to turn around and sneak into the lively crowd.
But Li Huowang stopped him. "Wait a minute, is there a place to eat in this place? Others are also hungry, let's rest for a while."
Soon everyone came to a noodle restaurant, and there were strips of green noodles hanging in the grass shed, as if they had walked into a forest.
According to Sun Baolu, a group of people eat a pot, and if they want to cook their own noodles, they can take as much as they eat. Mian Xunzi went to the shop owner to collect money according to the share.
This is a very Qingqiu way of eating, although others have never seen it, but it does not prevent them from eating deliciously.
The noodle shop is very lively, and there are many people eating noodles. Fortunately, the noodles are blocking them, and the people nearby can't see Li Huowang and the others taking off their bamboo hats.
"Where's the steamed bun?" Li Huowang, who was full of wine and food, suddenly found that the dog's own had disappeared.
When he turned his head to look for it, he saw Mantou walking from under the noodle forest with something in its mouth.
It spit out the contents of its mouth to Li Huowang's feet, squatted down, stuck out its tongue and wagged its tail, begging for a reward from Li Huowang.
"What is this?" Li Huowang looked at a white bone at his feet and asked in surprise.
Others don’t know each other, but Sun Baolu, a local, obviously knows it. He hurriedly explained: “Brother Li, this is a horse bone. People in Qingqiu must also eat horse meat when raising horses. It tastes very good.”