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Chapter 190 A small poor tribe

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    Early the next morning, the small caravan set out on the road again. Everyone had dark circles under their eyes, and they were very angry along the way. Xiao Yi, the person responsible for keeping watch, naturally stayed up all night, as for the others!  Those who have been waiting for someone have not waited all night, and those who have been listening to the bed have not heard anything all night long. Naturally, they all lacked sleep!

    Everyone looked at Xiao Yi with doubts in their eyes. Princess Yanran's face was full of resentment. Fat Liu even cautiously ran over to ask Xiao Yi if he would add some aphrodisiac tonics in the porridge he cooked in the future.  It is a medicine for qi, and it is said to have an exclusive secret recipe passed down from ancestors. After three bowls of medicinal porridge, it is guaranteed to be so fierce that even wild boars can be beaten to death. In the end, Xiao Yi beat him away with a burst of fists, "Brother's body is not sick, just  If you don¡¯t take medicine, you can still kill the wild boar!¡±

    However, last night's disappointment gave way to today's luck. In the afternoon, the small caravan finally encountered a small Xiongnu tribe. It was no exaggeration to say it was a small tribe. There were only three yurts in total, and they were all in tattered condition.  The wind and rain were making it difficult. An equally dilapidated wooden cart and a few lean cows that were almost losing their hair were all the property of this small tribe.

    When I saw someone coming, the first ones to rush out were a few half-grown prairie dogs, howling feebly and looking skinny. From these signs, it can be seen that this is a very poor small tribe.  The reason why we say this is a tribe is because at the door of the yurt there is a large pole representing the tribe's emblem. It is a birch wood pole decorated with several broken wolf skins. Although it is broken, it is still intact.  It¡¯s a clan emblem!

    The tribes on the grassland all have their own tribal emblems, usually decorated with wolf skins, because the wolf is a sacred creature in the eyes of the grassland people. It can communicate with the great Kunlun God. During war, it is the flag of charge. It is usually placed on  At the door of the yurt, one declares one's sovereignty over the surrounding grasslands. This banner cannot be brought down at any time, unless the clan is exterminated!

    It is impolite to rush into other people's homes, so Xiao Yi and others waited respectfully outside. After a while, the door of the yurt opened, and an old herdsman walked out of it. His age could not be determined, and he wore a shabby sheepskin coat.  He could only barely cover his body, and his body was so thin that it looked like it could be blown over by a gust of wind. It was obviously due to long-term malnutrition. His face that was carved like a knife must have experienced a lot of wind and rain, and one of his legs was still lame, making it difficult to walk.  It was very difficult, and I relied on a crutch to support my body. No wonder it took me a long time to open the door!

    Seeing the small caravan outside the door, the old herdsman was startled at first. When he saw the two trucks, a trace of life appeared in his dim eyes, but it soon dimmed again. Obviously, given his family background, he could not afford it.  How many things were traded with the caravans.

    No matter how small the mosquito is, it is still meat, no matter how poor the herdsman is, he is still a customer. Now that he is here, he must do some business. When Fatty Cao nodded and walked up, ready to communicate in sign language, an accident happened!

    "Guests from afar, I'm afraid you've come to the wrong place. I'm afraid this poor old man doesn't have what you want. Of course, if you are thirsty and want to beg for a bowl of water, then please come in!" said the old herdsman.  He speaks fluent Chinese, which is also the most formal official language.

    With an anxious mood, a group of people walked into the yurt. The inside was also dilapidated. The floor was covered with old sheepskins. Several four or five-year-old little milk babies were playing on it. There were several pieces of yurts being knitted beside the old herdsmen.  The horse's bridle and saddle were boiled with animal fat on a fire burning cow dung, emitting a pungent smell. It seemed that the old herdsman was doing leather work before, using raw cowhide as raw material, and the tip of the antelope.  The horns are their awls, the horsetails are their strings, and the animal bones are the best buttons The nomadic people were born and grew up in the grasslands, and everything they need is drawn from the grasslands, which is their mother.

    "Could my father be a Han?" Fatty Cao asked first after the guests and hosts took their seats, took the fresh meat from the old herdsman and thanked them.

    "No, I am a grassland person, a real grassland person. I was born here, grew up here, and will be buried here when I die. This is my hometown!" Shaking his head, the old herdsman was very sure of his origins.  , he belongs here, but when he heard the word 'Han', a glimmer of light flashed through his dim old eyes, which obviously brought back some memories of his.

    What he said sounded profound to Xiao Yi. The grassland people are not necessarily Huns. In fact, there are many ethnic groups living on this grassland, including Donghu people, Xianbei people, Wuwan people, Western Region people, and even some  Han people; just like in the mainland of the Central Plains, there are also many Huns and their descendants. For example, the "Changshui Huqi" in the Han army are composed of pure Huns. These are actually the products of war.

    The Han people and the Xiongnu fought for hundreds of years. During these hundreds of years, countless people from the two tribes died, and they also captured countless prisoners of each other. The Xiongnu tribeSome went to rely on the Han court, and similarly, some of the Han troops surrendered to the Huns after their failure in the fortress battle. It can be said that the change in the war promoted the integration of the two nations.

    In addition, Xiao Yi also saw a pair of bows and arrows on the wall of the yurt. Although it was very old, Xiao Yi could tell that it was a strong bow of about "four stones". It was extremely powerful. Such a bow was not for anyone.  It can be pulled open. If you look at the old herdsman's broad-jointed palms, you can know that when he was young, he was also a warrior on the grassland, even a eagle shooter.

    Of course, these are not the main points. What surprised Xiao Yi the most was the style of the bow. With his eyesight, he could tell that it was a cavalry bow specially equipped by the Han army, and it was the type from hundreds of years ago.  The old style is very simple. Another point is that this bow is somewhat similar to Xiao Yi's 'Jueying Baodiao Bow'. Is there some connection between the two?

    "Young man, have you taken a fancy to the old man's bow and arrows? Haha! Nowadays, the yurt has only some value. If you like it, then take it away. Just leave some salt. The children are growing up.  If their bodies lack the nourishment of salt water, they will not be able to grow into the strongest men on the grassland, and they will not be able to ride a war horse or wield a saber!" The old man's eyes were very sharp, and he could tell at a glance that Xiao Yi was observing  What.

    Struggling to stand up, the old man took off the bow and arrow on the wall, and held the bow in his hand. The old man's expression immediately changed. It was a change in temperament. If just now he was still an old man with few days left,  So now he has become a real warrior. His focused expression and the movements of his withered big hands when stroking the bow accurately conveyed a message to Xiao Yi. This is a genuine grassland man.  The Condor Hand', although he is old, the Condor Shooting Hand is the Condor Shooting Hand!  ¡¯

    Just like a lion is still a lion no matter how old it is!  The king of beasts should not be underestimated!

    Like stroking a lover's hair, the old man gently touched every part of the bow. There were too many memories and pride in it. Although it was an old bow, it was well maintained and the bow reflected oil and shine.  The luster of the doll was obviously often wiped by others. People would only cherish their most beloved things so much. But after looking at the dolls with withered hair and thin bodies around him, the old man still felt cruel and handed them over.  bow and arrow.

    No matter how important things are, no one is important, and the most important thing among people is these baby dolls, because they represent hope!

    "The younger generation dare not accept such a generous gift from the old man. Please take it back. As for what you want,Xiao Bin, leave half of the things in the car outside for the old man!" Xiao Yi took a step forward and gently put the things in the car for the old man.  The old man pushed back the bow and arrow in his hand, and then made a gesture that can only be understood within the "Condor Shooting Hand". It was a gesture used by younger generations to greet their seniors. When Zhang Ji taught him archery, he also taught him a set of Condor Shooting Hands.  The body language of internal connections also once said that although there are many archers in the world, there are only a few who can be called 'condor shooters'. Once encountered, as long as they are not life-or-death enemies, they will try to help as much as possible.  Give it a handful, because our kind are so rare!

    ¡®The bow is with the people, but the bow destroys the people!  'This is a principle that a vulture shooter must abide by, so Xiao Yi will not accept this bow and arrow from the old man under any circumstances. If a vulture shooter wants to get a bow and arrow from the same kind, there is only one way, and that is on the battlefield.  Just shoot and kill many people with your own abilities, only the trophies can be well deserved!

    "Good! Good! It's really rare, rare!" The old man praised Xiao Yi several times in succession. He didn't know whether to praise Xiao Yi's good character or to praise him for joining the ranks of Condor Shooters at such a young age.

    Condor shooters cannot be faked. That set of body language will only spread among their own people. The master teaches his apprentices by words and deeds, without leaving any written instructions. Others can't learn it even if they want to, let alone Xiao Yi just saw the ceremony.  When he was walking, he turned his hands over and showed it to the old man. The hands of the Condor Shooting Hand were completely different from those of ordinary people. The thick calluses in those special places could explain everything!

    It¡¯s a joy to meet someone of the same kind in a foreign country!  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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