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

Chapter 81
Qin Liu pulled out the short blade, inserted it into the wolf's neck again, twisted it, pulled it out again, inserted it and twisted it again, repeating the action countless times.

She was like a beast with red eyes, only knowing to repeat the most mechanical and instinctive movements.

The wolf's neck was squeezed between the tree trunk and the little mute, leaving little room for her to operate. She couldn't take it lightly, otherwise the blade would either be inserted into the tree trunk or into the little mute's head.

After an unknown amount of time, the wolf stopped moving. The little mute finally let go, and the wolf corpse fell softly to the ground.

The blood flowing down from the wolf's neck had already given the little mute a "dazzling enlightenment". The blood flowed down the little mute's unruly hair, blinded his eyes, flowed into his neck, and wet his clothes. , gave him a "baptism of blood" directly.

The little mute raised his sleeves to wipe away the blood from his forehead and eyes, and smiled at Qin Liu, who was already paralyzed and exhausted: "You are very brave."

Seeing that he looked like a bloody man who had returned from hell, even his white teeth were stained with blood, Qin Liu smiled uglier than crying: "You too!"

The little mute took a few deep breaths, went to the tent and fetched two big stirrups, and beat them repeatedly.Qin Liu was dragged to the campfire by him and wrapped in a felt blanket.

Qin Liu stared at the bonfire blankly, and occasionally raised his eyes warily to look at the darkness around him.

She finally realized clearly how harsh the living environment on the grassland was.

In the dark woods and vast wilderness, there were countless wolves staring covetously at them.

They killed two, but if there were wolves nearby and the wolves came together, would they be able to escape?
The answer is obviously no.

However, with the bonfire and the clanging of stirrups, the wolves did not attack them again.

The vastness of the grassland has given birth to countless species, and the prairie wolf is the best among them. It can hunt horses and hurt people, and there is nothing they dare not do.

However, the only thing more agile and intelligent than the coyotes is humans.

Prairie herdsmen have fought countless life-and-death battles with prairie wolves for thousands of years. The fearsomeness of their swords and sharp weapons, as well as the ruthlessness of the steel traps that instantly snap off the wolf's legs, have long been engraved in the bones of generations of prairie wolves.

The clanking of the iron tools was like the death knell, causing the wolves to have their livers and gallbladders broken and they dared not go forward again.

She looked at the little mute next to her who was covered in blood, and she felt admiration.

If the little mute hadn't pushed her away quickly and then resisted the wolf, she might have had her neck bitten off by the wolf.

Only in such a difficult environment as the grassland can calm and sharp Mongolian men like Little Mute be born, and Mongolian women can be brave and fearless in life-and-death struggles again and again.

She was a little lucky that she didn't bring Old Man Li with a broken leg and the children to the grassland.

Come to think of it, the little mute, who is well aware of the dangers of the grassland, must have been so adventurous when he first made the decision to bring the elderly and children to the grassland!

She looked at the trousers on the little mute's legs that were torn by wolf claws and asked, "Are you injured?"

The little mute said calmly: "No, these pants are wide and sewn with cowhide to prevent them from being scratched by wild animals."

The little mute was probably a little out of strength. He knocked on the stirrup for a while before he regained his composure. Then he dragged a wolf over and picked up a short blade to skin it on the spot.

The little mute moved skillfully and quickly, and soon an intact wolf skin was peeled off, and the wolf meat was thrown aside.

The little mute said: "If we hang this wolf's skin on our horse tomorrow, other wolves will not dare to attack us again."

Qin Liu looked at the prairie prince in surprise - how could he know everything?
What she asked was another topic: "Isn't wolf meat delicious?"

Isn’t it a pity that so much wolf meat was wasted?
The little mute looked at her with strange eyes and said: "When we prairie people die, they don't bury them in the soil like you Han people do, but throw them into the wilderness to be eaten by wolves. The faster the wolves eat, the cleaner they are, which means that the dead people The less sinful a person is, the sooner he goes to Tengger. This wolf may have eaten people, are you sure you want to eat wolf meat?"

Qin Liu pouted: "No need..." Anyway, they brought enough food.

The two stayed up all night watching the bonfire, and the clanging sound of the big stirrups sounded all night long.At dawn the next day, the two packed up their belongings and set off on horseback.

Outdoor camping with only two people is still too dangerous.

Qin Liu was a little curious about how the little mute survived on the grassland alone after escaping from the Ming army.

They rested by a river at noon. The little mute looked at the not-too-deep river water, took off his shirt and planned to go to the river to take a bath. Qin Liu stopped him: "It's better to go to Old Man Lou and his camp before taking a bath. This The water in the wild is very cold and not very clean.”

It's not worth it to get yourself cold and sick just to get clean.

The little mute sneered: "We prairie people all wash themselves this way, so there won't be any problems."

Qin Liu saw this and avoided it.The little mute didn't get into the water anymore. After washing his face and upper body, he put on his clothes and followed him. He kept smelling the peculiar smell on his body.

Qin Liu found a piece of cloth to wrap his hair.His hair was full of dried blood, and it was tangled in strands and smelled of blood.

My face and neck have been washed, and my clothes have been changed into clean ones in the morning.

The smell of blood stains will attract some mosquitoes, and the little mute is already very impatient with the mosquitoes.

The hair was wrapped in cloth to isolate the smell of blood, and there were indeed fewer mosquitoes.

The two of them hurriedly and slowly walked, and after several days of walking, they finally arrived at the place where Old Man Lou and Ah Heima were camping.

Old Man Lou seemed to have received the news in advance and had already set up a round yurt for Qin Liu to live in.

The things in the yurt include those of the Han people and those commonly used in the lives of herdsmen.

Qin Liu saw a large bucket of water in the tent, so he quickly boiled the water and gave himself a full body scrub.

The grassland environment is difficult and water resources are scarce. Bathing is impossible, and showering is even more wishful thinking.Qin Liu washed his hair and body with the help of a small amount of water, making the best use of every drop of water.

After cleaning himself and putting on clean clothes, Qin Liu finally felt alive.

She had to admire Old Man Lou's attentiveness, even preparing bath beans for her.

When Qin Liu left the yurt, the sun was shining brightly at noon, so letting the sun dry her hair was the best option at the moment.

Qin Liu took a brief walk around the camp and found that there were many yurts in the camp, and the camp was divided into two camps.

The ger group in the south belongs to the Han people, and there are many brave and strong men wearing Han civilian clothes. But from their determined eyes and calm and calm temperament, Qin Liu can tell that they are a group of well-trained Ming army soldiers.

The yurts in the north belong to the grassland people, and the people entering and patrolling them are all burly Mongolian men with swords.

Between the two camps, there are three yurts lined up.

Qin Liu walked towards the three yurts curiously.

Mongolian men and Han men holding spears were guarding the yurt in the middle. When they saw Qin Liu, they didn't stop her from approaching.

Qin Liu listened for a while outside the yurt, and there was a lot of noise inside.

Aheima's voice was particularly angry and high-pitched: "This is too much! You must use tea and salt, nothing else will work!"

(End of this chapter)