Vol 4 Chapter 49: 1 cup early morning strong tea

Sheep One is really speechless. In just a few short years, many ‘Zorro’ have sprung up on the land of the Kingdom of Leon, and it feels like there are blindfolded and robbed people everywhere. They all picked up the sword and gave people a line first without saying a word, and then grabbed things, even half a pumpkin.
The people here are really uncreative, and they don't know how to change their name. They are all Zorro. But this is good, no one can figure out who the real Zorro is.
Many people speculated that it was His Royal Highness, Prince Belmudo of the Kingdom of Leon. This false sternness neither denies nor admits. When he came to Yangyi to chat, he also said in a serious manner that he was determined to act in the name of God and rob the rich and help the poor.
Yang Yi really wanted to spit on his face: Your family is the king, OK?
The whole country wears black blindfolds all over the country, and it does not hinder the activities of Yang Yi, the authentic "Zorro", as he always robs in his leisure time. However, the sheep robbery was not for the purpose of making money, and it was useless for him to ask for such money alone.
In addition to maintaining the necessary life, he needs to look around for clues, and the money is for this aspect of expenses.
On this day, Yangyi went to the Zanaris River Basin in the central part of the peninsula, where there were many dense villages. He heard people say that strange-looking people had appeared nearby.
The Zanalis River is already the cannibalistic hinterland of the Caliphate, and the cannibal calls the river "Madrid".
After wandering for more than a month, he didn't find anything worthy of his attention, so he rode back to Porto. When passing the western mountains, he ran into a horse team, a big cannibal horse team.
There are more than 20 people and more than 30 horses, all wearing white robes and headscarves, and half of them have a scimitar slung around their waist.
They were accompanied by a prison wagon made of simple wooden sticks, in which a woman, like a pig, looked dying.
This situation is very common. Women may be slaves or criminals. It is not unusual. Even if she is a "Kunlun slave" woman called by the Datang People, it is not surprising.
They are called black women or black slaves. After all, after crossing the sea to the south, it is the Kunlun mainland called ‘Africa’, which is called by Junior Brother Chen Tuan. It is the hometown of all Kunlun slaves, that is, the black people.
The mountain road is not wide, Yang Yi kept aside very interestingly, the other side was so numerous, and he didn't put him alone in the slightest, and slowly filed past him.
A common occurrence, this time Yang Yi was moved by the woman's pleading gaze. The woman kept staring at him, her eyes full of despair and talk of survival.
"Hey, your slave girl, I bought it."
The leading big cannibal grabbed the horse's rein, looked at Yang Yi strangely, and shook his head: "She is not a slave girl, and we don't sell it either."
"How about five gold coins?"
"Stranger, I told you, not for sale."
"Seven gold coins, no more."
"roll!"
The answer to the big cannibal was Yang Yi's sword.
After a fierce battle, there were more than 20 large cannibal corpses on the ground, and none of them escaped. It’s not too far from Porto. Since it’s true to life, especially the appearance of the Central Plains is almost unique, Yang Yi must not leave a living.
This time he was also injured a bit. After all, there were a lot of opponents, and several of them had rich combat experience and were not weak.
However, after searching their valuable possessions and stringing more than 30 horses, the sheep felt that it was worthwhile to get hurt.
The black woman was pulled back to Porto on horseback by a bundle of sheep, and she didn't have the strength to ride a horse by herself. Halfway through the market, the sheep wore a white robe and a headscarf, and covered his face tightly. He sold his horses for half a bag of gold coins.
Yangyi’s manor is actually a two-entry courtyard of a wealthy peasant family in the Central Plains, not a garden with water, bridges, flower beds, and woods. After returning here to raise her for a few days, Yang Yi’s injury healed and the woman came alive.
He only discovered at this time that she was pretty.
Her name is Beihaiya, the daughter of a tribe and leader from the Berbers in northern Africa, named Jonfra. To be more relaxed, she is also a princess.
It's just that her tribe is gone. When fighting with the big cannibals of Emir Naker, the Jongfra tribe was betrayed by the tribe nearby, and the people were basically dead. In fact, a tribe of thousands of people really can't stand how to die. Basically, 70% to 80% of the deaths of middle-aged men are dead, even if this tribe is gone.
All of Behya's family died. She was given as a trophy to the Emir of Naker, but was robbed by the Emir from Cordoba, and then she went to the north of the Mediterranean for some reason.
When she met Yang Yi, she had been snatched away for the fourth time, and she had no idea who she would be given to.
Behya is not dark, the Berbers are originally a mixture of pure black and Mediterranean races, and they have been mixed since the Phoenician era. The Phoenicians and the Yin and Shang Dynasties in the Central Plains were almost at the same time, two thousand years ago.
In the name of Da Song Literature and Art, Bei Haiya is graceful black, like a cup of strong tea in the morning, completely different from Mori Hei, so black that is sincere and thorough, like the ink in the Duan inkstone.
She was robbed like a pig, the only value is beauty.
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Sheep One needs someone to help him manage the ‘Manor’, and this person must be reliable. After all, the gold and property he looted are hidden in the cellar under the house, and there are some other secrets about his identity.
It also needs someone responsible for recruiting farmers to cultivate nearby land, and often collect taxes in the territory. Sheep does not care about the crops and taxes, but he must use these to cover his lavishness.
Beheya is lonely and homeless, and she has seen a little bit of life as a princess. She is obviously an ideal housekeeper. Sheep should be able to trust her to save her life.
But ~EbookFREE.me~, if you want to fully trust, there is nothing better than letting her be her own woman, willing to be her own.
It’s almost 30 years since I left Dali, Changchun Valley, and time can smooth everything out. Sheep One needs another woman now.
In fact, the 400-year-old Yangyi is very bad at dealing with women, and he doesn't know how to please women. He only knows that this matter can't be used for strength, which is very boring.
So, one month after returning to the manor, he bought a vat of wine made from grape juice and half a sheep from the market. Barbecue with wine, this dietary routine should not change for thousands of years.
The fragrant mutton swelled with oil. As soon as the sheep invited Bei Haiya to dinner, the two drank half a barrel of wine with a chat and laugh. At the end Bei Haiya had to support the wall when she went to the hut.
Lying on the bed, the sheep opened his big round eyes, thinking that he would touch Beiheya's room in half a time, and if she screamed or resisted, she would turn around and leave immediately, never going down abruptly. thing.
The door squeaked, and before the sheep came to his senses, the impeccable Behaiya got into his bed.