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Siqin sighed deeply, and didn't try to persuade Mayne any more.Because, she already understood her mind from the poem.She embraced Arahand, and fell into a long silence together with the melancholy young man. .

The wind in the prairie blows the green grass, the horses neigh in the distance, the sky is clear and high, and the earth is simple and real. . .

The days move forward silently.

After the festival in early autumn, Yelu Qingge became busier and more irritable.He was depressed all day because of the second prince's private embezzlement of the iron cavalry's military pay and food.In addition to these, Mei Liangchen also learned from Agula that the incomparably noble princess of the Northland in the distance could not come to the Northland Grassland in advance for some reason.Yelu Qingge was very annoyed by this, because if Princess Wuya did not come to Beidi City as a guest, then the matter of military rations would not be supported by the Wuya tribe, and it would become very difficult.

She doesn't care about military affairs, because that has nothing to do with her.On the contrary, Princess Wu Ya did not come to Beidi, which made her relieved, and she didn't want to be distracted by him anymore.Just like the little master Qin who she deliberately hid in the palace, whenever she saw her swollen belly, a big stone would be blocked in her heart.

"Driving!" Siqin yelled at the horses, and returned to his home in the outer city with Mei Liangchen.

In the grassland in early autumn, the air smells of weeds. Looking at the grassland from a distance, there is no green vitality.There are yellowing grass roots everywhere, the horses can't eat the rich pasture, and they run like wilted eggplants beaten by frost, unable to lift their heads.

"Siqin, I'll take you to the army horse farm to graze tomorrow!" Although the number of horses in Baiyin's family is small, they can't eat pasture for several days, which is quite worrying.

Siqin said worriedly: "The pasture on the military horse farm is rich and green, and it is the natural food bowl of war horses. How can we ordinary herdsmen go there!" She shook her head and continued to drive the horses.

Mei Liangchen said angrily: "Why do cavalry troops occupy natural pastures with a radius of hundreds of miles, but give the worst grass to the shepherds in the outer city? Don't your horses need to eat grass?" After a large number of military families moved to the city one after another, their livestock also migrated.The grass area of ​​the outer city ranch was not enough for grazing, but now it was so serious that the horses were starving.On the other hand, the Cavalry Army's large pasture with lush water and grass, even if the horses stayed there all night, could not eat a third of the grassland.

"Our horses are not as noble as military horses. As long as there are dry grass roots, they can still survive." Siqin is quite open.

The afternoon sun still brought bursts of heat, Siqin opened the gate of the stable happily, and called Mei Liangchen, who was teasing Arahan, to milk the mare with her.Arahan couldn't walk yet, so he had to be tied to Mama's chest again. He watched the strong mares kick their hooves, and he screamed excitedly.

"Don't you want to milk the horses early in the morning?" War horses are castrated geldings, so they don't need to be milked. She once went to a herdsman's house during an archaeological excavation in Inner Mongolia to see the spectacular scene of milking a horse. All men , Before nine o'clock in the morning, she took off her upper body, faced the rising sun, and knelt devoutly on the ground to fill buckets of snow-white mare's milk.

Siqin put the milking barrel under a bulging mare, touched the hardness with his hand with a smile, and said: "Baiyin has been in the military camp recently, he is not at home, I can only come back with herding horses Milking the mare."

Mei Liangchen rubbed her hands excitedly, knelt on the ground like Siqin, and asked, "Oh, how can I help you?!" She likes new things, whether it's riding horses, grazing, drying horse meat, or following outsiders. The prairie women in the city learn to make milk cakes and cheese, and she is willing to follow suit.

"Maen, help me tie the rope into a loop." Siqin handed her a pile of white hemp rope.

"Okay. Is such a big circle enough?" She made a trick with the rope.

Siqin smiled and nodded.

"What are these rope loops used for?" She followed Si Qin's request and took a long time to tie a rope loop.

"Tie the horse's legs! Otherwise, the mare will kick people when milking the horse." Siqin separated more than a dozen ponies from the mares, and tied the mares and ponies to each other with the remaining rope. on the pole.

After each finished their work, Siqin put the rope loop that tied the horse's front legs into the mare's leg, "Hey..." She called and led a pony to the mare. The horse sucked a few times with the mare's full breasts in its mouth, and was immediately led away again.

"It's cruel, Siqin!" The pony was originally only responsible for drawing out the mare's milk, and it didn't have much to do afterwards.Mei Liangchen looked at the pitiful appearance of the pony tied to a wooden pole and unable to eat breast milk, and couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic.

"Haha... If you want fresh mare's milk, you can only wrong the pony!" Siqin knelt on the ground, holding the bucket with one hand, and reaching behind the horse's leg with the other hand to skillfully milk the mare.

"Maine, bring the big wooden bucket!" Seeing the mare's nipples deflate, Siqin stopped his hand, and wiped the remaining milk on his fingers directly into Arahant's mouth. .

"YeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeersersSiqin also laughed, and she dipped some mare's milk from the barrel, and wiped it all over her son's chubby face.Arahan stared blankly at Muma, sticking out the tip of his pink tongue to lick his chin. He didn't understand why Muma wouldn't let him drink milk?

"Hahaha...my Allahhan!" Siqin kissed his son's chubby face vigorously, his love for his son was beyond words.

Mei Liangchen stood in the distance carrying a huge wooden barrel, looking at Siqin's mother and son with a dazed expression.How long has she not experienced such a warm scene? . .

Just as he was in a daze, he lightened his hand, and the hot sun shining on his head was blocked by a burly black figure.

There was silence all around, and even the laughter of Arahant could no longer reach her ears.

Her normal thinking went somewhere, and she stared blankly at the stern and arrogant man who shouldn't be here, who was bending down his noble figure, pouring the pure white mare's milk into the huge wooden barrel. . .