Ah Jin's tribe sent something. When the other tribes saw it, they also sent something.
Our lives are better. We can't watch others suffer!
The team stopped to rest. Bolaro's tribesmen ate hot fried noodles in meat soup.
Fires were lit one by one, and the tribesmen surrounded them to keep warm.
"Ah Jin, you said you were going to the Tang Dynasty. Were you caught?" Bolaro asked in a low voice.
He saw the Military forces of the Tang Dynasty around him. He knew at a glance that someone had imitated the military coat and sold it. He was reluctant to buy it.
A group of people wearing military coats. Was it a matter of buying or imitating? Obviously, they belonged to the regular army.
"Do I look like I was caught? My tribe was crushed by the heavy snow. They arrived just in time to dig out our things.
Previously, they had already taken in six tribes. You should have seen them all. They said they were going to the Tang Dynasty. We saw that there was nothing we could do. Let's go!
In the end, we ate meat for every meal, three meals a day.
The ones wearing different clothes are the Winged Knights, the private army of His Majesty of the Tang Dynasty. Amazing! "
Ah Jin was indebted to Bolaro, so he said a few more words to persuade the other party to go with him.
Otherwise, he definitely wouldn't have said much. If you follow us, we will consume more things on the way.
The farmers of the Li Family Zhuangzi had agreed to exchange things in the capital to ensure food for the return journey.
"Are they all?" Bolaro asked when he saw the other tribesmen.
"Earlier than me. Look at you guys in a panic. Look at us. Are we different?"
Ah Jin saw the state of Bolaro's tribesmen. It was too bad.
Looking at them, he couldn't be happy. They weren't enemies.
Others were sad and sad, just like when he hadn't met the Li Family Zhuangzi's team.
He didn't know how to live in the future and how many tribesmen would die.
"When we reach the Tang Dynasty, we will be slaves?" Bolaro squeezed out the word "Chuan" between his eyebrows.
"How can there be slaves? In the past, there was a place to live. They didn't want slaves, they wanted people.
Are you going? If you want to go, I'll tell them to count you guys in. There must be enough food on the return journey.
Look at my hands, they are whiter than yours. I used soap and skincare cream.
Wrap your thumb with their adhesive tape. Look at my shoe. F * ck, f * ck, f * ck.
You can soften the grass with a stick and put it in your shoes. It's very warm. "
Ah Jin tried to persuade him. He didn't want his savior to miss the opportunity.
Bryro had already felt the difference. The people of the other tribes looked relaxed, and it had nothing to do with the pain after the disaster.
Especially the children, they opened their eyes wide to watch the show. Their noses didn't even drip with mucus as they sniffed.
The old man took advantage of his free time to weave something with the woman. Is that Wulla grass? Wasn't it hard? Would it go soft after a few punches?
In addition, there were too many horses, and they were eating the grass that was carried on the sleigh.
As the torches flickered, his tribe seemed to be in a different world from the other side.
Bryro's people didn't think too much about it. The fried noodles made from the broth were delicious. They didn't feel cold after eating a mouthful.
Brailo had been hesitating. He was used to the way of life now. He couldn't make up his mind to give up the land he owned and go to a strange place.
Fan Fan was sending a telegram. He didn't care what time it was now. It was an important matter. There were more than a thousand people.
Li Yi didn't sleep. When he got the news, he was drawing the rendering of the Cemetery of Martyrs. The current one wasn't good enough.
The Cemetery of Martyrs wasn't a lonely cemetery. It had to be sunny, grand, majestic, and heavy.
"It's best to have a scooter for children to play in. Let the children play in it.
Adults can't do it. It's natural for children to play. In the Cemetery of Martyrs, the laughter of children is the expectation of the martyrs.
Fortunately, there's no sound system now, so there won't be square dancing or anything.
The old people work hard to show their value. Their existence is status. "
Li Yi told Princess Yongmu his thoughts.
"Aren't the old people afraid of hurting themselves when they dance?" Princess Yongmu had never seen square dancing. She thought it was difficult for the old people to dance.
"It's to play music, hit the drum hard, then take two steps to the left, three steps to the right, and move your left foot and right foot forward into a cross.
It's not related to age, it's personality. This includes a group of people of different ages who walk around other people's houses at night and sing at the top of their lungs.
Their purpose is not to train themselves, but to prove their existence through this behavior and force others to agree and accept them.
They're showing themselves. As for other people's children crying because of fear, it's not within their scope of consideration. "
Li Yi showed a helpless expression as he spoke. Then, he became happy. This was the Tang dynasty. No one could do that.
Princess Yongmu shook her head. "Li Lang is bluffing. How can there be such a shameless person? Where's his virtue?
Oh! Children should pay attention to the time and temperature when playing in the Cemetery of Martyrs. Don't get sick. "
"Arrange for people to take care of the children if they sweat too much. Otherwise, if they get sick, they'll think there's something dirty in the Cemetery of Martyrs. "
Li Yi agreed with this suggestion. As for the problem of disturbing the people, it was the law enforcement. The law enforcement department's inaction was the root cause.
"Telegram, Dongzhu, I've translated it for you! We've encountered another tribe with more than a thousand people. There's an avalanche. Fan Fan is asking what to do! "
The little robot next to him suddenly received the message. It could also receive the telegram. As for the translation, it didn't take even a second.
"Call back. Ask the farmer and the Winged Knights to tell them about the daily life of the Li Family Zhuangzi. Don't exaggerate. Tell them the truth. It's a pity that Hao Lingquan isn't there."
Li Yi thought of someone. Hao Lingquan, General Hao. A large group of tribes in Tubo joined the warm family because of his existence.
Next time, he should send Hao Lingquan to Bohai. He thought that he could bring back more people.
Fan Fan received the order and called the Winged Knights to chat.
They praised the old man's strong body and bones, praised the man's strong and fiery body, praised the children for being obedient and sensible, and praised other people's wives for being virtuous.
Bolaro's people were embarrassed by the praise. They thought that this group of Winged Knights were good people.
Fan Fan took out a piece of candy from his pocket and gave it to Bolaro's youngest son. "More than a thousand people. In the Tang dynasty, there are no ordinary Zhuangzi. Only Li Dongzhu's Zhuangzi is okay."
"Li Yi … What's Li Dongzhu like in Zhuangzi?" Bolaro asked curiously.
Everyone said that Li Yi was good and good. The Li Family Zhuangzi was good. How good was it? Did they also eat three meals a day? Could they see meat?
"How was it … Sigh! I'm angry when you mention it. Our Winged Knights and His Majesty live in the Li Family Zhuangzi, and some of the 16 guards. "
Fan Fan said as he punched his thigh with his fist. His face was full of hatred.
"He doesn't treat you well? Sometimes you can only eat one meal a day? And you can't eat meat? "
Bolaro was very concerned about how many meals others ate a day and whether they had meat or not. It seemed that three meals with meat was the most beautiful life.
"It's just that when it comes to food, it's infuriating. They cook dozens of dishes at a time and choose randomly. Sometimes they're not allowed to pour it back if they make a mistake.
Then they throw away the leftovers and put them in big buckets. They don't want buckets after buckets.
Like the Zhang Family Village next door, they're much better. Usually, they can eat six dishes and they don't pour much. "
Fan Fan said sadly. He blamed the Li Family Zhuangzi for having a hard time choosing dishes and wasting them.
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