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[Main task: Carver. 】

[Current progress: Hong Chou (Master) - not completed. 】

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, a thick layer of winter snow has accumulated on the ground. When a child's feet go in, the shallow shoes will be soaked in ice and snow, not to mention the trousers that cannot be tied. After entering the snow, the cold wind like a knife blows over, and there is nothing to cover the face, and soon it will be bright red, a slightly ugly red.

"San'er, hurry up, don't fall behind."

The boy leading the way is about eight or nine years old, and he is the oldest adult among them. The group of children led by him are not very big, and the youngest is about four or five years old, who is at the back of the line. But Ji Mo is like a little snowman.

"Okay, I get it now."

Ji Mo kept panting for hot air. On the one hand, he felt that it was freezing cold outside, and on the other hand, he felt that the inside of his body was burning hot. The two sides were intertwined, and the surface of the body would soon melt the snow into Water, the kind of ice-water mixture, and then condensed into ice, after a while the two legs seemed to be covered with a thick layer of ice lumps, which was not so easy to pull out.

His voice was not loud, and the young boy in front probably didn't hear it. Looking at Ji Mo who was slowing down behind him, he was not at ease. It was just such a younger brother who was born after seeing how he was born. Bigger, if it disappears because of this snow, wouldn't it be a panic?

No matter how long it is, it will be a labor!

Ji Xin, the boss of the Ji family who had long hoped for a brother to share his tasks, simply turned to the back, grabbed Ji Mo by the collar, and pulled him up.

"Brother, brother, brother, the belly, the belly is exposed, it's cold, it's so cold."

Ji Mo was wearing a coarse cotton padded jacket with a layer of leather that looked like a long vest on the outside. It hadn't been washed for some time, but he couldn't smell any sheep smell, but the dusty There is no white hair at all, and it is easy to think of dirty. Ji Mo never likes to get on this kind of hair, because he knows very well that the clothes have not been washed.

It was worn by Ji Xin when he was a child, maybe it was given by his father who doesn’t know who it is, alas, it’s another puddle of bitterness.

The vest was roughly tied with a straw rope on the outside. The child's stomach is probably a little protruding, and there is no thin waist, so it is a little hard to get around. This collar, not only has to be in close contact with the gray hair , but also feel the cool wind rushing up from the stomach.

Ji Xin felt like he was lifting a flopping water fish, and he also found it strenuous. Although he was taller, he didn't have much strength at the moment. After all, he was still an eight or nine-year-old child, and he had been driving for such a long time. It takes too much energy to lift such a heavy object out of thin air.

"Hurry up, if you still can't catch up with the team, you will be eaten by wild wolves. We are already far behind."

He was also carrying a small bundle rolled up in leather. The bundle was rolled very distinctively, like a leather scroll. It was tied up tightly with straw ropes and it was all his property.

He and Ji Mo's mother worked as slaves in Madam's account and followed Madam, so they couldn't take care of them both, they could only take care of themselves.

Ji Mo's entire net worth is the clothes on his body. He doesn't even have a burden. Most of the children here are like this. They are better than ordinary slaves. No one knows whether their father is the wife's husband or not. The patriarch, or the patriarch's friends, or even some of the accompanying clansmen, even those people themselves don't know how to distinguish them, and they may take care of them even if they are not blood relatives.

Ji Xin had received such care before, but he didn't care about that man's care very much. Maybe their mother had a deeper influence, the woman who still remembered her husband's name and insisted on giving her child a surname of "Ji".

Ji Mo grew up drinking goat's milk when he was a child, and he didn't see this mother very much. For a long time, he felt that there was no fixed place for the people around him, and there were many children around him, as if they were being held together. At that time, he wondered if he was abandoned, but later he realized that it would be very good if the children here could be raised together.

The children brought by the female slaves were not born here, and they would not have such good treatment. Regardless of whether he can live or not, the female slaves have to take care of the wife anyway. If the children who are not cared for cannot live, then it is It deserves it.

If Ji Mo knew indirectly that people in the previous world were inferior to cattle and sheep, then he has personally seen it in this world.

A while ago, there was a disaster in the tribe, and some sheep were lost. In order to retrieve them, those children died and lost, and one of them was directly beaten to death in front of the sheepfold because of the incident of sheep loss. up.

He didn't swing the board or the whip, just punched and kicked like that, and beat people to death in the most brutal way. It was an eight or nine-year-old child, and the light of hatred in his eyes gradually faded. During the whole process, all of them The onlookers watched, and some spit and said "should".

The mother of the child who was beaten to death, a certain female slave in the crowd passed out at that time, but was not lucky enough to get a rest. Instead, she was dragged up and slapped twice, and she woke up crying Yes, probably that appearance was a bit tactful, so someone directly pulled her away and tore off her clothes...

Ji Mo didn't see what happened next, his eyes were covered, and he could only hear the man say: "I'll give you another child, take care of it, and you'll be a good lamb in the future."

Later, a limited number of those sheep were found, which also made it more difficult for them in winter. Those sheep may be the food for life. For this reason, these children have swallowed grass balls for several days, mixed with Corn and grass dumplings from unknown plants are very hard and unpalatable, but they have to be eaten.

Usually, these children can still eat meat, because of this, several children belatedly began to hate the child who let go of the sheep, because he died, and even rejected those who were not from here those children.

Originally, we could gather a team, but many of them died because of hunting for sheep, and now there are not many left. Ji Mo has noticed that there are less than two slaps left.

In fact, he still doesn't know all the children who come and go. If it wasn't for the accidental grouping caused by this rejection, he might not have many chances to distinguish them. After all, they don't take a bath, and they are all similar in appearance. Children, not everyone has a sheepskin jacket.

Because of Ji Mo, Ji Xin also lagged behind. When he saw him walking hard, he would pull him. His strength was neither light nor heavy. He was dislocated, but he tried his best to get there safely after the tent fell.

This is a gathering between tribes, er, it may be a bit wrong to describe it that way, maybe it is an alliance, no, it doesn't seem right, it should be the inevitable huddle together to keep warm in winter, that's probably what it means.

No one told Jimo these things. He came here according to his own understanding. The tribe he belongs to has thousands of sheep and a few slaves. It looks like a big tribe. For a larger tribe with tens of thousands of sheep, the other party still thinks that they are a small tribe. Ji Mo doesn't even know what this standard is about.

Could it be that they don't know how to count, and they all counted the numbers wrong.

This kind of thinking quickly disappears into nothingness after seeing the large and small sheepfolds. There are really a lot of sheep. The long hairs grown for the winter are gathered together, like a white snowfield. Spectacular!

Seeing such a scene for the first time, Ji Mo's face was filled with joy, his mouth was opened, and the cool wind came in, so he hurriedly closed it tightly, pursing his lips and drawing up his lip line.

"What are you silly, go, go into the tent, it's too cold!"

Ji Xin folded his arms, wishing to huddle his hands in his armpits to keep warm, Ji Mo responded, followed the other party's footsteps, and quickly arrived at their small tent.

This was built by the joint efforts of the female slaves, and some of the female slaves are better off. With their status, they cannot marry a man in the tribe, but it is okay to be a stable lover other than a wife. That's the problem, that man didn't shy away from taking care of them, and the other party's wife didn't care, it seemed very acceptable.

Except for the wife of the patriarch, there is no second "honorable hostess" in this tribe, so the wives of the tribe, who are not particularly valued, are actually not particularly mean or what, for those who are still in the public domain The female slaves in the village are relatively tolerant. Is there any harm in having one more female slave who can help?

Ji Mo can't quite understand this concept, and simply sums it up as an inherent phenomenon in a patriarchal society.

Clans are not matrilineal clans either, it's all the same after all.

The small tents are not big, and the specifications of these tents themselves represent the status of the tent owners. There are many of them, but the tents are not as big as those of a certain tribe. Living in a tent, parents, wives and children, as well as brothers, brothers' wives and children, in this way, one can imagine what the scene will be like in a tent without partitions.

They are all equally crowded, they are crowded like this, and the charcoal fire is saved, oh, there is no charcoal, what is burned is dung, not to mention the smell, it is all dry, but the smell is definitely not very good.

The children who were crowded together quickly found their place. Now Ji Xin is the oldest here. Age is an advantage. Without him asking, the children gave him the best place, the one in the middle , around the edge of the tent, and places that may not be warm and ventilated were allocated by themselves.

Ji Mo is the younger brother recognized by Ji Xin, and he also enjoyed this convenience, sleeping in the middle with Ji Xin, on his parchment.After another two years, Ji Xin will be able to get on the horse, and he will no longer be able to live in this tent. Those who have no family and no relatives can either find a close friend to live in a tent, or live in a dormitory like a single. They lived in the same tent, but the female slaves did not have their own tents, and it was better to live with the wife, and those who didn't have to live in that kind of tent.

Civilization and etiquette here are faintly like candles in the wind, and they can disappear completely at any time. Fortunately, the tribal concept can still maintain a basic order, and it is only the female slaves who are unlucky.

Oh, no, perhaps even more unlucky are the male slaves who can only be squeezed into the sheepfold.This is the group that Ji Mo didn't notice much before, and they usually follow the sheep.