Dressed as a widow, raising cubs, farming and building infrastructure in Ming Dynasty

Chapter 79
Although Qin Liu had camping experience, his experience in life on the grasslands in this era was not as rich as that of the little mute, so he naturally listened to him.

With the canopy of trees blocking the scorching sun, life was indeed much more comfortable.

The little mute set up a tent, spread a felt on the tree-lined ground outside the tent, and lay down on it to rest comfortably.

Seeing that he was not asleep, Qin Liu asked, "Where did you talk yesterday? Continue talking?"

The little mute narrowed his eyes, patted the felt next to him, and motioned for Qin Liu to come over and lie down like him.

Qin Liu did as he was told.Surrounded by tender grass and flowers, the canopy of white birch trees with whirling leaves can be seen above the pavilions, and above that is the azure blue sky without a trace of clouds. This day is really pleasant.

"Yesterday we talked about herding cattle. In fact, the most powerful people on the grassland are the horse herders."

"I know, roping the horse pole, right?"

The little mute smiled lightly and said: "Yes, the work of a horse herder is dangerous and hard, but it has the highest status among herdsmen and is the most proud profession."

The little mute talked eloquently, sometimes in Chinese, sometimes switching to Mongolian, and his speech was fascinating and precise.

The horse herdsman has to change the horse, mane the horse, apply medicine, examine the horse, and tame the horse, and the horse pole is indispensable.Good horse herders all have the unique skill of roping horses. They use a long birch wood roping pole, ride the horse at a gallop and look for the right moment, roping the horse's head with a flick of the buckle, and finally subdue the horse by dragging it.

"Can you harness a horse?"

The little mute turned to look at her with bright eyes: "Of course I can, and I can also train horses." He pointed at the two horses Qin Liu rode, "These two horses are too bad. If I have a chance in a while, I will give them to you." Tame a wild horse and show you!”

Qin Liu covered his mouth and smiled: "Then I don't dare to ride! I'm timid..."

Before she finished speaking, the little mute turned over and pressed on her. His slender and bright eyes looked into hers, and his extremely hot eyes looked straight into her heart. His heavy breathing was in harmony with Qin Liu's own. The sounds of breathing were tangled together.

Qin Liu suddenly screamed "Ugh", his mind went blank, and his hands instinctively placed between the little mute and himself.

There was a flash of shock and panic in her watery eyes, and she shouted in a low voice: "Little mute, what are you going to do?!" Her voice was trembling and somewhat broken.

How could she not know what the little mute was going to do?
A man and a woman alone, in the middle of nowhere, with no one around.

The most instinctive and primitive sexual attraction between young men and women, they spent more than half a year together day and night, lived life and death together, traveled to distant places, and discussed ideas and arrangements for the future.

It all fell into place.

but……

Her complicated and confusing life experience, Zhu Yue, who has an unknown relationship with her but has a huge influence on her...

Qin Liu closed her eyes in panic, her long eyelashes fluttering like beautiful butterflies.

Qin Liu felt soft lips pressing on his eyelids, and the long and suppressed sigh of the little mute sounded in his ears. He turned over and lay back.

Qin Liu was so frightened that he didn't dare to move or even open his eyes, but his heart was beating hard.

After a while, she heard no sound, only each other's breathing and the rustling of leaves in the forest.

Qin Liu turned over with difficulty and lay on his side, with his back facing the little mute, and his hands covering his face to cover up his blushing face.

My Longevity!
Almost...

She felt that the little mute was a species that could switch between wolf and sheep at will.

Sometimes he is a docile and obedient sheep, and people feel sorry for his obedience; sometimes he transforms into a wild wolf, fierce and good at fighting, cunning and cold.

Even if he couldn't help himself just now, he could control it freely, but it made Qin Liu feel uncomfortable, and he didn't know why.Is he playing a hard-to-get game?
She slowly calmed down and actually fell asleep.

When I woke up, the sun was setting and the woods were filled with golden sunlight.

Qin Liu sat up quickly. He was covered with a felt blanket at some point, and the little mute was combing the horse's mane.

She sat up and rubbed her eyes, took the pot, rice and uneaten mushrooms and went to the river to clean them.You have to finish the meal before it gets dark. Once it gets dark, the grassland is so pitch black that you can't see anything.

Qin Liu made a fire to cook, and the little mute picked up a lot of dead branches.

Qin Liu smiled and said, "You don't need so much firewood for cooking."

"Light a bonfire at night, and the wolves will not dare to approach."

Qin Liu looked nervously deeper into the woods: "Didn't you say that wolves don't bite people now?"

The little mute looked into the depths of the darkening woods: "There are no absolutes in anything. It's always better to be just in case."

Qin Liu felt much more at ease.She was also worried that the little mute would think she was rejecting him and would become angry and stop talking to her.

In this vast and uninhabited grassland, if the little mute left her alone, she would probably die.

But she estimated that the little mute would most likely not do this.

After all, the two of them have always gotten along very well, right?

After dinner, Qin Liu went to the river to wash the pots and dishes. When he came back, the little mute had already made a big bonfire, and also went to get a pair of stirrups from a horse and put them in the tent.

"What are you doing with the stirrups?"

"in case."

After it got dark, the temperature dropped sharply. Qin Liu was shivering from the cold. When he was about to enter the tent, he found that the little mute had already entered the tent first.

He only pitched one tent today.

Qin Liu stood there and hesitated for a few seconds, then followed the little mute into the tent.

By the time she fixed the tent door, the little mute had already laid down and covered himself with a felt blanket.

Qin Liu learned her lesson this time and didn't dare to let the little mute tell her stories about the grassland. She lay down on her side and covered herself with the felt blanket.

Maybe because she caught up on her sleep in the afternoon, she couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

The little mute behind him didn't move at all.His breathing was light and long, and he didn't look like he was sleeping.

The bonfire outside the tent was still burning brightly, lighting up the tent.

Qin Liu bit the tip of his tongue, suppressed his thoughts, and turned his thoughts to what Yang Shen said that day.

She was just busy rushing these days, and she didn't digest those big things properly.

In the case of killing a good man and committing a crime, Liu Xuejiang was able to pass the warrant to Jin Yiwei and the prince. It seems that she knows Jin Yiwei and maybe the prince?
And Zhang Zong, the eldest son of Shouning Hou, said, why does she think this name sounds familiar to her?

The protagonist of the case of killing Liang and pretending to be a criminal, the commander-in-chief Zhang Tianxiang, should be a military attaché of the second rank, with a very high official position.Such a high-ranking official would be falsely accused and unjustly die in prison. It was only through the quarrels and struggles between the emperor and the elders that he got the chance to be retried. Has the officialdom of the Ming Dynasty become so corrupt?
How could the honest and upright Chief Assistant Liu Jian, who has led by example and served the public with his private life for so many years, have such a result?
Even he himself did not dare to stand up and open the case for retrial. Instead, he relied on the emperor's golden words and fought with the cabinet ministers. What on earth was he afraid of?
(End of this chapter)