Chapter 13:

12, roll a touch of fish
Yan Youmiao looked at Li Zhizheng's figure while flipping through the book, thinking about what he looked like when he put on a fur coat and iron battle skirt, but found that Li Zhizheng was also watching the book intently.
"Have you seen the historical materials in your own family?" You Miao asked.
烽 Li Zhixun slowly shook his head, and the slave tattoos on his side neck appeared particularly distinct in daylight.
You Miao leaned in his arms and read the book with him. It is mentioned in the book that among the Inugong people of Li Zhizheng, they worship only the strong, and often kill each other. The men are strong, and they are all natural marksmen. To Han people, it ’s like pigs and dogs and beasts. When the northwestern Xinjiang was not enlightened, when dog food was in short supply, it often broke into the Great Wall to plunder food, and even cannibalism happened.
"No," Li Zhiquan said suddenly.
You Miao said: "What?"
Youyou Miao looked up at him in surprise and said, "What's wrong?"
Li Zhihuan: "We don't eat people."
"You certainly don't eat people," Wang Youmiao said. "Wang Zhi's book is farting."
Li Zhihuan could not help but dragged his mouth. You Miao knew that he was laughing, and explained to him vividly. Wang Zhi was a great Confucian, but his writing book was full of loopholes. In the class of Beijing Normal University, Miao You could catch casually After making a bunch of leaks, he talked nonsense for a while, Li Zhixun nodded frequently, and You Miao started to turn the book again. When he saw the customs behind him, he was shocked!
Wang Wangzhi also mentioned a feature of the Inugong people-there are no women in the clan!
There are no women, no elderly people, and only children in the dog-racked clan. Young and middle-aged men act collectively like wolves, and the mission of inheriting the offspring is fulfilled by women of other races, sometimes hesitant, sometimes hesitant, and sometimes even Han. Adult men in the tribe are used to single-handed horses, walking slowly along the Great Wall on a full moon night, wandering between the prairie and the rest of the tribe, courting foreign women who they see.
After courtship, the man left.
Twenty-seven years later, the father will return to the tribe. If the wife gave birth to a son, the man will take the seven-year-old child, give him a pony, take him to fight together, and rush out on the grassland. If it was a daughter, the man would give the daughter a sum of money to serve as her future dowry.
My mother was killed by the man himself.
烽 Li Zhiquan smiled rarely and said, "No."
This is too incredible, You Miao said, "Of course it's wrong, how could you kill your wife yourself?"
You Youmiao looked at Li Zhihuan and said, "Is this all he made up?"
烽 Li Zhihua slowly shook his head and explained, "Part of it is."
"I will not kill my wife," said Li Zhihuan. "On the night of the full moon, please court. After you act, you will give the wife a wolf tooth as a voucher. After returning seven years later, you will bring your son back to the tribe. He went hunting and taught him how to survive on the prairie. If he was a daughter, he would give his daughter ten sheep, five wolves, and ten rolls of animal skin as the dowry. If Rongbu asks for help, if the son-in-law can't support his family, he can also ask the dogs for living supplies. Therefore, the forty-two clan outside the Cypriots is most proud of having a dog-in-law father-in-law. "
"What then?" You Miao said, "What about my wife?"
烽 Li Zhihuan: "When every dog ​​grows up to his son's enough independence, his father will retire, take the loot, and return to his wife's tribe."
You Youmiao nodded slowly, so it still makes sense, Li Zhihuan said, "But this is not enough now, and some people will bring their wives back to the tribe."
You Youmiao asked curiously, "Do you have a wife?"
烽 Li Zhiquan shook his head and said, "We call the courtship solitary wolf out of customs, and we will be seventeen years old. I was not yet an adult when I was caught in the Central Plains."
You Youmiao understands that this is mostly an adult ritual of the Inugong people, like the Han men ’s crown ceremony, the women and the grandmother. The lone wolf is out of the gate, but the word is appropriate. I think that the 17-year-old Inu Rong is strong, riding a war horse, and galloping along the Great Wall.
"How to court?" You Miao asked.
"Some people sing, some people play the flute." Li Zhihuan said.
Under the vast moonlight, the young dogs of the Inugong ethnic group wandered outside the girl's village and played the flute, which was indescribably romantic and chic.
Wu Youmiao asked again, "Does Yunongli only have one son?"
烽 Li Zhiquan shook his head, You Miao said: "Two or three?"
烽 Li Zhi 烽 thought about it and said, "Not necessarily."
Miao Youyou said, "How many brothers do you have? Did you hunt with your father when you were young?"
烽 Li Zhihuan didn't speak. This kind of thing is normal. You Miao shouldn't ask more, but it doesn't matter if you want to let him go. You Miao asked, "Where's your spike?"
Li Zhizheng didn't answer. When You Miao picked him up, Li Zhizheng was naked and naturally had no teeth. Now his only valuable thing is the jade on his neck. You Miao's mother stayed and You Miao lent him a life. .
Li Youmiao was lying in the arms of Li Zhihuan, reaching out to pick up his jade, rubbing his fingers and not speaking. At this moment, he suddenly had a strange feeling for Li Zhizheng, felt that he was pathetic, and he did not want to let him go.
But after all, the lone wolf still has to return to the place where the wolves are out of the wall. You Miao feels that such a person should not be a slave. At the age of fifteen, how should Li Zhihuan be arrested, grind his claws, pull out his teeth, beat him with a whip, tortured him to give up all resistance, and be willing to be a humble slave.
You Miao was born to play, and did not do a lot of pranks, but she never did humiliating things. Her mother told him before death that everyone in this world has their own life. Sometimes, you ca n’t blame yourself in life. Everything is doomed, but for people, remember that when the scenery is not too overflowing, you ca n’t give up when you fall down. When you are disappointed, you can help. The virtue of this life will be rewarded in the afterlife.
Although Qiong Rong and the Hans fought in successive years, everyone is their own, and the blood and the deep hatred have accumulated over the years, and no one can reach them at any time. You Miao turned back and forth in the book and saw that Wang Zhi mentioned in the back of the book that the barbarians must be able to serve them with morality and assimilation. "Hu Lu has no luck for a hundred years," but all races that have entered the Central Plains will be wiped out, and those who are willing to become Chinese will eventually become part of the Han people.
You Miao read this book in the car for three days, and set off at daylight when it was not bright during the day. At night, the station was found at midnight on the moon, or it was parked in the wilderness overnight. Those who do small things for business are hired by rich merchants to deliver goods. They are all from the bottom. While staying at the store, Li Zhixun waited for You Miao all the time, and those merchants drank and roasted at the post, and found a warm place everywhere, and they could spend the night crowded.
As we continued to go north, the weather became colder and colder, and when we crossed the Yangkou Mountains of the Qinling Mountains, the biggest snowstorm since the beginning of winter that day, zenith goose feathers and heavy snow were raging, and the wind was like an angry ghost surrounded by the four sides Layers of snow waves roared. The rolling hills are covered with thick white crickets, which is a bit cloud-like where the Qinling family lives, and the snow holds the blue stance.
"It's freezing cold, hey--"
"God ca n’t stand in the way-"
"Homecoming soon."
All the drivers were rigorously covered, covering their heads with only two eyes, shouting hoarsely, driving in the car, Yu Miaozong was sitting in the car, and felt the cold wind in all directions from the door and window. Seamlessly pouring in,
After passing Yangkou Mountain, it was just a few days. The weather cleared up instantly. God's face was as bright as if it had never snowed. After exiting Yangkou Mountain, under the winding Great Wall, a bustling and noisy city appeared. Yanbian.
Yanbian, as the border's largest economic and trade distribution center, has existed for nearly 400 years. Forty-two ethnic groups outside of Serbia have been doing business here. No matter how many wars have broken out over the years, the Hu ethnic group that invaded the Central Plains deliberately avoided it.
Zongzi is a hunted down Han Chinese. Hu people, as long as they escape into Yanbian and hide in the city, foreign nations have thousands of troops, they can no longer chase, let alone rush into the market to kill people.
This is a thousand-year covenant set by the Huns and the Emperor of the Heavenly Kingdom four hundred years ago. No matter what the diplomatic relations between the two countries are, Yanbian City serves as a buffer place and will never go to war.