Parents are busy farming

Ye Zifen traveled alone to one place after another, and felt the different customs and customs wherever she went.

These places are not far from each other and can be reached in about a day.

As a social animal, humans choose to live in groups wherever they go, and this place is no exception.

The scene before her was both familiar and unfamiliar, which made Ye Zifen feel emotional.

Houses are scattered in an orderly manner on both sides of the road, with wisps of smoke rising from the roofs, adding a touch of warmth to the entire village.

From afar, one can hear the cheerful laughter and playfulness of children, while the adults are busy running around in their respective jobs, working hard to support their families.

Ye Zifen always has a little worry about the herdsmen living deep in the grassland.

She knew very well that these herders might not have any problem resisting the cold, but their food supply was a concern.

At this moment, the herdsmen are living deep in the grassland, far away from the relocated people from Daxia. The vast grassland seems to have no end and extends to the horizon.

The snow-white sheep are like floating clouds, scattered on the green grass, forming a beautiful and moving picture.

The herders wore distinctive clothing and followed distinctive customs and habits, which formed a sharp contrast with the people who migrated from Daxia.

You know, these two sides are from two completely different nationalities! They each have their own unique and different living habits.

One side may live a nomadic life, moving wherever there is water and grass; the other side may be more inclined to agricultural culture and be reluctant to move.

These seemingly ordinary differences in lifestyle actually deeply affect their thinking patterns and behaviors.

In addition, what is even more serious is the hatred that is deeply buried in the long river of history.

The wheel of time has rolled on mercilessly, but it has not been able to erase the hatred in the slightest.

Past wars, conflicts and bloodshed are like unhealable scars that lie between the two peoples.

Therefore, when these two parties meet by chance, vigilance instantly emerges like an instinct.

They will look each other up and down with suspicion and vigilance, trying to capture any possible threat signals from the other party's every move.

The wariness in his eyes was evident, and the feeling of uneasiness was always there.

Even the slightest disturbance is enough to break the taut string.

Especially at the edge of the vast grassland, when they met unexpectedly, the air around them seemed to solidify and time seemed to stand still.

The tense atmosphere was so tense that it could explode at any moment, and any slight mistake would trigger a storm that was difficult to control.

When the herdsmen saw the caravan slowly approaching from afar, their originally leisurely expressions were immediately replaced by high alert.

Especially when some of them recognized that there were people from the military camp in the caravan, the vigilance reached its peak.

Their eyes were like lightning, becoming extremely sharp in an instant, as if they wanted to see through the caravan members' outward appearances and directly into their inner thoughts and intentions.

Then, the herdsmen rushed out of their tents one after another.

They moved quickly and orderly, and soon formed a neat row on the grass, like an indestructible line of defense.

Everyone stood quietly, staring at the approaching caravan members.

The figures of these herdsmen stood firmly in the gentle breeze of the grassland, revealing an unwavering determination, but at the same time they could not conceal the tension radiating from within.

Their hands tightly grasped the crude weapons in their hands, as if they would attack without hesitation at the slightest sign of trouble.

What is particularly striking is that their eyes are filled with hatred and anger, just like a blazing flame, hot enough to melt everything, and violent enough to make people fearful.

The extent of the hatred was simply indescribable, as if the people in the caravan were their mortal enemies who would never reconcile or stop fighting.

Every glance directed at the caravan was filled with deep resentment and hatred, which made people shudder.

However, Ye Zifen seemed to have anticipated this situation.

She remained calm and composed as she gently clamped her legs around the horse's belly.

With her subtle movement, the well-trained horse obediently took a few steps forward and slowly walked towards the group of herdsmen who were waiting in front.

Her pretty face now looked solemn as if covered by frost. Her beautiful eyes flashed with an unwavering light as she stared straight at the group of herdsmen in front of her who were full of hatred and eyeing her covetously.

The strong wind whistled past, blowing her clothes violently, making a rustling sound, like the passionate war drums on the battlefield.

The horse under her crotch seemed to be keenly aware of the suffocatingly tense atmosphere, stamping its hooves restlessly and snorting loudly from time to time.

Ye Zifen's slender, white and jade-like hand was gently placed on the exquisite and gorgeous hilt at her waist, her slender fingers were slightly bent, showing a posture ready to go, as if as long as there was the slightest movement, she could instantly draw out the sword and respond to any possible dangerous situation with lightning speed.

However, despite being in such a dangerous situation, Ye Zifen's eyes did not reveal even the slightest fear, but only extraordinary calmness and composure.

She first narrowed her eyes slightly, and her already extremely sharp gaze now looked like two cold rays of light. She quickly scanned the herdsmen around her who were on high alert and ready to face a formidable enemy at an astonishing speed.

Then, she slowly opened her red lips and said, "I was sent here by the court of the Great Xia Dynasty to take charge of the affairs of the grassland."

As soon as Ye Zifen finished speaking, the herdsmen began to whisper to each other.

Although the voices were not loud, Ye Zifen, who was standing in front of the crowd, was still keenly aware of the confusion and incomprehension in their words.

Clearly, many of these herders did not fully comprehend what she had just said.

Seeing this, Ye Zifen couldn't help but frowned slightly, and raised her voice slightly and said again: "In other words, from now on, the person with the most power and respect on this vast grassland is me."

Having said this, she paused deliberately, as if she wanted to give everyone present enough time to digest the deep meaning behind this sentence.