I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

Lin Jin intuitively felt that it might be because she was an outsider that Yang Muer became wary, or it might be because her magnetic field made Yang Muer feel disliked, which led to her showing such an expression.

She smiled at Yang Muer, showing her kindness, but ended up getting a vicious glare from Yang Muer.

Lin Jin: “…”

Hmm? Did she do something wrong again?

Could it be that this little girl thought that she was provoking me?

When Lin Jin thought of this possibility, she suddenly didn't know what to say. She comforted herself in her heart that it was probably because of her bad face, or maybe Yang Mule was just unhappy recently.

Perhaps because he thought Lin Jin and Yang Muer were too young, Mei Likang laid a thick layer of hay for them so that they could sleep more comfortably: "You two are still young, so don't keep watch. Get a good night's sleep. We will continue our journey tomorrow."

Lin Jin did not refuse. She let Yang Muer choose a haystack first. After she chose one, she went to lie down on another haystack to sleep. When she was sleeping, she always felt that someone was staring at her. She knew it was Yang Muer, but she pretended not to know and continued to sleep.

I don’t know what I did wrong to make this little girl so hostile.

Lin Jin could only slow down when following them. After all, Meilikang and his men were carrying goods in their escort cart, so it was impossible for them to run as fast as riding a horse. However, safety always comes first, and Lin Jin didn't care too much about it.

After spending a few days together, Lin Jin became more familiar with the other people. Only her relationship with Yang Muer remained lukewarm. Lin Jin had to avoid Yang Muer as much as possible and try not to make the other party feel upset.

Lin Jin was originally curious about why these men became bodyguards. Yang Mule was a saint, so how could someone who could walk with a saint be an ordinary bodyguard?

"You can tell from the looks of it that you were raised well by your family." Meilikang laughed as he drove the cart, and the remaining men laughed along with him. "Not all children in this world are born to live."

They are children born to captives. Even if their mothers married Han people and even if the Uighurs have now surrendered to Bactria, captives are still captives and the children born to captives can only be slaves or abandoned.

Fortunately, the Uighurs were willing to recognize them, gave them identities, and allowed them to make a living as escorts. This time they were to escort the saint to the capital.

Lin Jin looked at them in astonishment: "I don't know, I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to worry about. Our status in the past ten years has been much better than before." Meilikang didn't care much. Since they could talk about his life experience, it proved that it was no longer a very important matter. It was the fact and there was nothing to hide.

There are actually many people like them in Daxia. After all, high-ranking officials have three wives and four concubines, and many people cannot marry. These captives are the wives distributed by Daxia to those people. This not only solves the problem of men not being able to marry, but also increases the population.

However, not all of these children were treated well. When one problem was solved, a new one arose. Those in power could clearly handle the problem, but it was ignored. The end result was dissatisfaction among many people, including the defeated countries.

If the people who have become subjects are not treated well, how can those small countries believe that they will be treated well after surrendering? Therefore, they are unwilling to surrender even if it means dying in battle and living and dying with their vassal states.

Ultimately, he who wins the hearts of the people will win the world.

Lin Jin rode on Qiong Yu and followed slowly beside the escort vehicle. Next to her was an escort named Zhuang Buyin, who had a big sword on his back and was responsible for protecting the escort vehicle.

"Brother Lin, I think you look like a scholar." Zhuang Buyin talked about everything with Lin Jin, and finally talked about Lin Jin again.

Lin Jin laughed twice: "I only know a few words, I can't be considered a scholar."

"That person has also been educated, which is better than us." Zhuang Buyin smiled innocently. The Uighur people still do not have their own writing system, and even his mother was once a slave and was not qualified to learn Chinese characters. He was particularly envious of Lin Jin's ability to read. "Unlike us, when we receive letters from home, we have to ask others to read them for us, and when we write letters, we have to ask others to write them for us."

Lin Jin didn’t know how to answer this. She didn’t know how to comfort or encourage.

Do these people have no money to learn to read? No, they have no time? Possibly, but it is definitely not the main reason.

The main reason was that Lin Jin felt extremely uncomfortable after just seeing a corner of it.

There were slaves in this era, and not everyone had the right to education. Some people’s status was even lower than that of women, and they were deprived of the right to education from the very beginning.

"Yang Mule also knows Chinese characters, right?" Zhuang Buyin was too careless to notice Lin Jin's change of mood. Instead, he asked about Yang Mule with a smile, his face and eyes full of pride.

Yang Muer sat on the escort car and raised his eyelids: "You are the one who talks the most, why do you care whether I can do it or not?"

"That won't do. How can the Saint be illiterate? If the Saint is illiterate, the Han people will really think that the Uighurs are barbarians." Zhuang Buyin shouted loudly, with a sly expression like those adults teasing children.

Yang Muer made a gesture as if he was going to hit Zhuang Buyin: "Such a noise."

Lin Jin just watched them playing and playing with a smile. Although Yang Mule was a saint, she was treated more like their daughter or descendant by these men, which made the journey not too monotonous and boring.

Yang Muer glanced at her, snorted and turned his head away.

Lin Jin paused and blinked. It seemed that the Saint Lady really didn't like to see her smile. Lin Jin frantically asked the system in her mind if she looked ugly now or if she looked shifty when she smiled. Otherwise, why did Yang Muer always glare at her?

[Logically speaking, it shouldn't be the case.] The system still believes in its own aesthetics. Lin Jin's current appearance is not outstanding, but it is definitely not ugly.

[Perhaps the host's current appearance is somewhat similar to that of someone she doesn't like, or perhaps the host's appearance just doesn't meet her aesthetic standards. ]

Lin Jin thought that it would take one or two months to go back to the capital, so she still wanted to build a good relationship with Yang Mule. However, if it was really like what the system said, it would be a bit difficult. After all, Yang Mule's hostility was quite strong.

Yang Mule would not take the initiative to talk to Lin Jin, and Lin Jin would not make small talk with her. This resulted in the relationship between the two being very ordinary for several days, and they were far from getting along well with the other people.

Lin Jin thought that it would be fine to just leave it like this. She is a man now, so it is normal for her to keep a distance from Yang Mule.

She thought so, but the others obviously didn't. Perhaps because of the Hu people's enthusiasm and unrestrainedness, they seemed to feel that since they were of similar age to Yang Muer, they should spend more time together, and they said openly or secretly that they could talk more.

"You kids should stay together. Why do you always hang out with us old guys? Isn't there a saying in the book that says you should be happy when friends come from far away?" Meilikang felt helpless as he looked at the two people who hadn't said a word to each other all day.

Lin Jin just smiled awkwardly when she heard the three words from the child: "Men and women should be separated, I dare not offend the saint."

"Brother Lin, you have really read yourself stupid. In the Uighurs, boys and girls can be friends." Zhuang Buyin laughed twice as a joke.

There is no difference between the Han people's reservedness and the Hu people's generosity in terms of superiority or inferiority. It's just that two different cultures have nurtured different temperaments.

Lin Jin knew that these men must be extremely upright and loyal, otherwise the Uighurs would not be willing to let them escort a little girl alone.

"But I am not a Uighur. Han Chinese have their own etiquette. This is the respect that belongs to Han Chinese. You treat me as a friend, so I should respect you even more."

Zhuang Buyin glanced at Yang Mule without leaving a trace. Yang Mule turned his face slightly and said nothing.

He could only sigh: "Little brother Lin is right."