imperial psychologist

Chapter 730 One Year Old
"Hey, that little red-haired Hesta girl hasn't come these days."

During dinner, when everyone gathered to chat, someone suddenly mentioned this matter, and others realized it belatedly.

Since these Zhou people were compiled into slaves and entered the hinterland of the Jin people, occasionally one or two civilians from the Jin people tribe would give some medicine and items to keep out the cold out of sympathy.

After being discovered by the supervisor, they secretly obtained some chili noodles and sprinkled them in the ointments and powders sent by the golden men. After suffering a loss or two, no one dared to use these medicines again.

The donating Jin people felt that these slaves didn’t know good and bad, and Zhou people didn’t know why, so they felt that these Jin people were really bad-hearted, until a little Hesta girl who knew a little Zhou language secretly went to work one day. After telling these Zhou people about the interference of the jurisdiction, they realized that they had been tricked by these former compatriots again.

And this Hesta girl would show up at the slave camp from time to time, handing over the medicine to the villagers with her own hands.

Berlin has never seen this girl before, but some time ago, he heard her companions mention her, and he was also popularized the myth of the Hesta people by the way.

"But you look much better recently than before." The companions smiled at Bai Ling, "Last month, everyone was worried about whether you could survive this winter."

"The Jinren's food is too nasty." Bai Ling laughed, "I didn't get used to it when I first came here."

Everyone laughed.

The men unloaded the ropes of the carriage and returned to the camp one after another. Some people drew a line on the handlebar of the cart every night. Although they were far away from home, everyone was still silently counting the days according to the weekly calendar.

After entering the Lure River, Aguili's entire army stopped, and it seemed that this piece of grassland was his own base camp.

The Jin people never built wooden houses, and even rarely had fixed towns. Grassland, cattle, sheep and horses were their most common properties.

A tribe led by a prince often has several grasslands. This spring and summer will eat this piece of grassland, and the other few pieces will let the grassland recuperate. The next year, they will go to another place to graze. It has not been touched for three years, but there is a heavy snow, and there is a vast expanse of whiteness everywhere. The vitality that belongs to it will not appear until the next spring.

On the banks of the Lure River shrouded in severe cold, two groups of bloodshot "blushes" appeared on everyone's faces. They were dressed in golden man's clothes and grabbed the oil noodles made of local pseudo-wheat flour with their hands. However, in just two months In this time, Zhou people, except for their faces and accents, can no longer see the shadow of the past.

This is also part of the Jinren plan. After the official settlement, all Zhou people began to learn the language of the Jinren forcibly, and the children learned the fastest and best.When the adults still can't tell the difference between "Welcome" and "Wish you a happy" in the golden language, the children can already use the small animals woven with hay to exchange food with the children of the golden man.

The slaves of the Zhou people were not allowed to ride horses and learn bows, but the children's nature of playing games was unrestrainable. The women cut rags from their clothes, added pseudo-wheat grains, and sewed them into palm-sized sandbags. , Even if there is only a small open space, children can play for a day.

After nightfall, the children secretly gathered together again to study a subset of classics and histories of the Zhou people along with an old gentleman who had been taken captive.

This should have been an extremely boring learning process, but it became extremely interesting because of the "taboo" color.

By the side of the burning cow dung pile, with the help of the faint light that was as dim as red coals, the old man wrote the words of Xia Zhou people one by one on the sand table, and then read them softly.

Everyone couldn't recite in unison, so they recited together with the teacher in their hearts.

Whenever the children start class, the adults will take turns to be on duty, leaning against the door of the tent to watch the wind. Once a golden man approaches and inspects, the man will issue a signal. Laughing, slipping back to their respective beds as if they were about to be caught doing something bad... For children, there is no more exciting and fun game than this.

A few times it was Boling's turn, and she sat at the entrance of the tent to watch the night, listening to the old man's voice that he tried to suppress and the children's soft questions from a distance, and she only felt that her eyes were slightly hot.

There are always some moments like this, which make her feel that even after thousands of years or even more distant times, there are still some things that have been passed down in her that are resonating with these whispers of the night, which are weak and loud , It seems that even a little bit of wind can be covered up, but it penetrates history and is heard by generations of people.

Because of this unknown murmur, she never forgot where she came from, so it probably is the same for these displaced Zhou people.

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On the eve of New Year's Eve, although there was no more happy news from the Jinren, everyone's faces were still a little more joyful.

Paper has become a luxury here, and every family naturally cannot produce red paper Spring Festival couplets that can be pasted on the lintel, but the Zhou people in private still make their own preparations, and everyone in each tent draws up their own couplets together. For Spring Festival couplets, everyone made an appointment to wait until the night of New Year's Eve to come out and comment together to see who wrote the best.

But there is a lively and good thing tonight. Among the people who migrated from Liangduwang, the youngest one just turned one year old today. birthday gift.

This kind of excitement was not a big event to mobilize people in the past, but at this time, it also had a different meaning. Everyone discussed it secretly, almost treating it as a big event like preparing for New Year's Eve.

In order to avoid attracting the attention of the Jin people and the lackeys in charge, all the tents sent only one person to the camp where the couple was, and they visited separately.

Bo Ling calculated the time and set off in the evening. When he entered the house, the people who came before had not left. The ground was full of gifts, rabbit hats sewn with sheepskin, large ingots woven with dry grass...they are all the same. When the person who came to present the first-year gift saw Bai Ling coming, he quickly smiled and asked what Bai Ling had brought.

Bo Ling didn't say anything, but insisted that he show the gift he gave first.

The man smiled and said, "That would be too much to bully you."

As he spoke, he took out an ink stick, the color of which could be seen even by someone like Bo Ling who didn't know how to appreciate it.

"As long as I can pick a stone of suitable quality and grind it into an inkstone, this ink stick can be used for many years." The man said proudly, "I have always kept this treasure at the bottom of the box, so I will give it to my little nephew now." !"

After that, he smiled and looked at Bo Ling, "Okay, I'm done talking, what did you give, can you talk about it now?"

Bo Ling smiled, and took out a slender cloth bag from her sleeve. She pinched the corner of the handkerchief and unfolded it a little bit—a pair of small chopsticks were wrapped inside.

(End of this chapter)