Riding and chopping: Overlord of the Han and Hungarians

Chapter 33 33. Lu Mu
Zhang Qi has not failed to plant the spiritual point so far. The previous wolf cubs, including today's few wolf cubs, have been successfully planted.

But there are exceptions to everything, for example, the boy in front of Zhang Qi, among these children, he should be the oldest, with a slightly well-proportioned figure, not as skinny as others.

Zhang Qi looked at him, and asked with a ferocious face, "I'm in charge of your food and clothes. Tell me, why are you still hostile to me?"

The disappearance of the little friend around him had already made the boy tremble, and at this moment when he heard Zhang Qi's question, he was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, and said, "Don't dare, my lord, I dare not be hostile to you. "

Facing his explanation, Zhang Qi smiled disdainfully, a fool would know how to choose whether to believe him or Lingdian.

He glanced at the boy unhappily: "It's just a pity for my five catties of good food!"

"Harrier!"

"here I am."

"Drag it out, drag it away, and deal with it!"

"it is good!"

During the conversation, the boy's fate had already been decided, Zhang Qi gave them the same chance, the others seized it, but he didn't, no wonder Zhang Qi was cruel.

Harrier grabbed the boy by the back collar and dragged him outside, not at all softened by the boy's wailing. When he reached the door of the yurt, Harrier smiled at the guard in charge of the crossbowman, and then stretched out his hand to grab the crossbowman's waist. spiked hammer.

The crossbowman didn't stop him, and let Harrier walk away with his spiked hammer. After a while, Harrier ran back from the outside and reinserted the spiked hammer that had wiped off the blood in the crossbowman's waist.

"Drag it out for a mile and kill it. It's dead. It's covered with snow."

Harrier said to Zhang Qi, Zhang Qi nodded: "It's hard work."

Then he pointed to the pot that was still gurgling, and said, "Let's eat, Lu Mu, sit down too, tell me, what do you know?"

Watching the child disappear, and watching Zhang Qi kill one, now Lu Mu was in a daze, until Harrier pushed him impatiently a few times before he came back to his senses.

"What are you doing in a daze? Qi asked you something, what kind of work do you know!"

Harrier took a bowl of hot pumpkin broth from Hui's hand and handed it to Lu Mu, then took out half a pancake from his bosom and handed it to Lu Mu.

"Yes, yes, the little old man was a little distracted just now, I hope you don't blame me."

"It's okay, let's talk while eating."

Zhang Qi also took a bowl of pumpkin broth, took a sip and his whole body warmed up.

During the meal, Lu Mu also said little by little what he knew.

If you don’t ask, you don’t know. If you ask, you will be shocked. In the Xiongnu tribe, Lu Mu was just an ordinary slave who knew how to work as a carpenter and mason. But after being exchanged by Zhang Qi, he opened his heart. He turned out to be a doctor!
Although he is only a doctor in a small village, Zhang Qi is happy enough for this. There is no other reason. Those who understand medicine can speak words!
"So you can read and write! No wonder you are so polite, you are still a gentleman."

Zhang Qi was overjoyed.

Lu Mu shook his hand modestly: "Sir, I don't dare to be the one, but I just know more than a hundred characters and some simple pathologies."

Zhang Qi didn't listen to such modest words. Although he was teaching the wolf cubs pinyin and simplified characters, they were all used for internal cohesion. The current trend is still Chinese characters.

Even the Xiongnu used Chinese characters. The Huns only had language but no characters, so they naturally got used to the existence of Chinese characters in the collision with the Chinese nation.

Of course, there are not many prairie people who are literate, and the entire Xiongnu tribe can’t find hundreds of them. Except for those who benefited from the top power, ordinary Huns only communicate with each other in language, but not in writing.

Holding Lu Mu's hand, Zhang Qi said kindly: "From now on, you can communicate with us as a normal person. The days of slavery are over, and it will get better and better in the future."

After finishing speaking, he did not forget to tell Bo and the others to take care of him on weekdays.

Hearing what Zhang Qi said, Lu Mu also burst into tears. After several years of slavery, this was the first time he heard that he had returned to his normal status.

Words could no longer express his excitement, he knelt down in front of Zhang Qi, and made a big salute of throwing himself to the ground.

"Lang Jun has something to ask, Lu Muding will know everything and say everything!"

"Okay, okay, get up quickly, just right, there is nothing to do in this winter except rushing, why don't you first copy down all the words you have learned?"

"Your Majesty's order, the little old man must obey, it's just for transcribing."

Lu Mu looked puzzled, he had no objection to transcribing the words he knew, but now he had nothing to write, what would he use to write it?
Zhang Qi patted his forehead, said to Lu Mu to wait a moment, then closed his eyes, and waited for a few seconds to enter the world of riding and cutting.

Seeing Zhang Qi disappear, Lu Mu was stunned again, and the Harrier on the side cut a mouthful to bring Lu Mu back to his senses, and then showed off in a triumphant tone: "Our Qi is a person blessed by heaven, Really God! Do you understand?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the sky above the yurt.

Lu Mu nodded in astonishment, and his thoughts surged for a while.

In about ten seconds, Zhang Qi appeared in the yurt again, and handed the cloth in his hand to Lu Mu, along with a sharpened charcoal pencil.

"The conditions are poor, so let's do it for now."

As Zhang Qi said, he handed the things into Lu Mu's hands, patted him on the shoulder by the way, and planted the spiritual point.

The process went very smoothly, maybe because of the stimulation he received today, the spiritual point was planted into Lu Mu's soul without hindrance, and Zhang Qi, who was already miraculous in his heart, became even more stalwart.

Lu Mu carefully put Bubo into his arms, and then continued to eat. He almost shed tears after eating this meal. After several years, several years, he finally ate human food again.

They were eating, and the eagle outside came in with Ma San, squeezed into the room without any politeness, and squeezed out an empty seat.

Then he took a bowl to make rice, and handed a bowl to Ma San, and then started to eat by himself.

Before the meal was finished, ice scum began to roll up in the sky, and then heavy snow fell one after another, covering the whole world in whiteness.

It's impossible to hurry, Zhang Qi packed up his things and returned to the world of riding and cutting, and in the yurt, several people began to chat there.

They talked about Zhang Qi the most, one said how smart Zhang Qi was, the other said how miraculous Zhang Qi was, and for a while the atmosphere in the yurt changed from strangeness at first to familiarity.

On the other side of the small tribe, among the several killed corpses, the corpse of the man killed by the crossbowman floated a mist that no one could see, and [-]% of the mist was scattered between the sky and the earth.

The remaining [-]% drifted to the place where Zhang Qi and the others camped, a trace of mist entered the body of the crossbowman, and the rest entered the world of riding and cutting from where Zhang Qi disappeared.

At the door of the yurt, the guard in charge reached out and touched his stomach, then swallowed again.

(End of this chapter)