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

Chapter 83 The Militant
The little mute glanced at her with his slender eyes, then lowered his eyelids and continued eating: "I don't dislike you."

Qin Liu saw that the little mute's ears had turned pink, which was particularly conspicuous against the black turban.

I accidentally used someone else's lifelong bowl...

She was a little embarrassed, so she got up and walked around the yurt.

There isn't even a bucket here, let alone water.

She thought that she had prevented the little mute from bathing in the river, and said, "I have dried hibiscus leaves there. Come over in a moment and I will help you wash your hair."

The little mute readily agreed.

Qin Liu didn't stay long and went back to his yurt to boil water.

There wasn't much water in the yurt bucket. Qin Liu raised it with one of his guards, and the other person brought her two large buckets of water without saying a word.

As soon as the water boiled, the little mute came over, bringing a bag of clothes with him.

Qin Liu asked the little mute to move the only chair in the yurt to the grass outside. She asked the little mute to face up and tilt his head back. She wet his hair with warm water and scrubbed the dried hibiscus leaves that had been soaked. Dilute the sticky essence with water and apply it on the little mute's long tangled hair.

Stiff hair quickly becomes smooth and soft.

Hibiscus leaves are a very good shampoo item, and Qin Liu has used it many times.Honey locust can also be used to wash hair, but the smell is pungent and she doesn't like to use it.

There are also some specialized shampoo products on the market, but they are expensive. After repeated comparisons, Qin Liu preferred to use hibiscus leaves, and took some with him when he went out this time.

People walking around saw the young men and women washing their hair in the sun, and they were a little embarrassed to get close. Even Qin Liu's two guards walked away and occasionally glanced over.

Qin Liu transformed into Teacher Tony, scratched the little mute's scalp with moderate force, and said softly: "To open a mine, you need gunpowder. Glauber's salt and sulfur are both traditional Chinese medicine and the raw materials for making black gunpowder. Rather than just tea and salt, , why not ask for some more cloth and Chinese medicine, and also food."

The little mute was lying comfortably with his eyes closed. After hearing these words, his eyes suddenly opened, and after a few moments they slowly closed again.

The blood on the little mute's hair had to be rinsed several times before it was finally clean.

There was still a lot of hot water left, so Qin Liu asked him to go into the yurt to scrub and bathe himself.

There was a screen in the yurt, and Qin Liu mixed the water for him before going out.

But the little mute stopped her, with a serious expression: "Can you make gunpowder?"

Qin Liu raised his eyebrows: "One sulfur, two nitrates, and three charcoals are the formula recorded in ancient books. This is what folk firecrackers use. Don't you people on the grassland know this?"

After all, the Mongols also ruled the Han people for nearly 100 years, and they didn’t learn this?
The little mute shook his head: "There is no custom of setting off firecrackers on our grassland."

Qin Liu sighed.

The Mongolian cavalry is very powerful and can fight all the way to Europe. During Temujin's period, he established the most extensive empire on earth, but he remained steadfast in his own way and ignored technology and advanced productivity. In the end, he retreated to the grasslands and lived a hard life. Nomadic life.

Qin Liu was about to go out when the little mute on the other side of the screen said: "When Emperor Taizong of the Ming Dynasty attacked Oala, he used red cannons, which were extremely powerful. With steel and gunpowder, can we have our own red cannons on the grassland? Clothes cannon?"

Qin Liu was frightened, and a chill rose from his tailbone to Tianling Gai.

The little mute who was like a docile sheep just now is also a militant? !
Qin Liu calmed down and said coldly: "Steel and gunpowder can not only make red cannons, but more importantly, they can dig out coal to make fires for heating and make cement to build houses, so that you herdsmen don't have to freeze in the winter. "

After Qin Liu finished speaking, he left the yurt and walked aimlessly under the bright sun.The sky is blue and white, the sun is shining brightly, the grass is green, and the world is peaceful and peaceful.

But in the hearts of those grassland people, there was only war and killing.

Qin Liu's heart sank to the bottom. The warm sunshine shone on her body, but she only felt cold to the bone.

She suddenly realized that her impression of the little mute was all her subjective conjectures and guesses.

She had forgotten how cold and terrifying the little mute was when he first appeared in front of her.

She knocked weakly on her forehead.

What a fool!
For the descendants of the Golden Family, enduring humiliation and bearing heavy burdens is just a means. Striving for power and conquering the world are their genes engraved in their bones.

How could she be so stupid as to think that the little mute was a little sheep?
Woman, stupidity is your Achilles heel!

Qin Liu slowly walked out of the camp and climbed a nearby hillside.

To the east of the hillside is a patchwork of yurt camps, and to the east is a blue lake.

Looking to the west of the hillside are rolling mountains, gentle and open, and the green grass is as soft and clean as a verdant carpet.It's a pity that there are no cattle or sheep to decorate it.

When the afterglow of the setting sun turned the grassland into golden yellow, the little mute had stood beside her without knowing it, silent and speechless.

Qin Liu took the initiative to break the deadlock: "We didn't see any herdsmen grazing along the way. Why?"

"Herdsmen have to change their grazing according to the seasons, and it is common for them to move every month. It is located in the south, has a warm climate, and the low-lying terrain is a good winter pasture. Now that it is summer, the herdsmen have to drive their cattle and sheep to the mountains to eat fresh food. When the white-haired wind blows up and submerges the pasture, it’s time to move here.”

Qin Liu didn't speak.

But the little mute seemed to have opened up a chatterbox: "The white-haired wind on the grassland, when it goes crazy, can blow cattle and sheep into the sky, and bury the yurts and livestock in the snow in one night.

If the cattle and sheep cannot be driven to the winter pasture before the white-haired wind buries the pasture, the cattle and sheep will have no choice but to starve to death.Cattle and sheep have no way to survive, and people have no way to survive. "

The little mute pointed to the mountain col in the distance: "Look there, the wind will be very strong, and the white-haired wind cannot stand, and it will be blown behind the mountain. If the grass in the south is exposed, the livestock will starve to death." "

"The snow behind the mountain is several feet deep. It is a huge snow nest. No matter whether it is cattle, sheep, livestock, or yellow sheep, wild wolves, cavalry warriors, they will die if they fall into it. When Chang met Chun Xu Da's Northern Expedition, many teams were completely The army was annihilated in this snow nest."

Qin Liu raised his head and stared at the little mute.

She sat on the grass, and the little mute stood with her hands behind her back. Her slender eyes were heroic. She occasionally raised her finger to point to the mountains in the distance, showing a heroic spirit of pointing out the country.

Qin Liu suddenly realized.

The little mute was well versed in military strategies and had obviously received relevant military training. How could he be a down-and-out proton?

I was too stupid and took things for granted before, but I actually had a special feeling of pity for him.

She stood up in frustration and walked down the hillside.

(End of this chapter)