Han Yue gave the people hope with his promise, but his old acquaintance Wang Lingyun had already stepped into the north.

The Tang Dynasty was different from the Turks. Human nature was brilliance. Although it suffered tragic disasters, it had hidden vitality. Under the leadership of Han Yue, the people of the Central Plains helped each other, but the Turkic grassland was another completely different scene.

There is a song saying: Isai Lechuan, under the Yin Mountain, the sky is like a dome, covering all the fields, the sky is vast and the wilderness is vast, and the wind blows the grass and sees cattle and sheep.

This is the grassland in the eyes of the poet, full of beautiful northern style. However, literature is just illusory after all, and reality is different after all.

It seemed as if a cold wind blew from hell, and the vast grassland changed overnight. The grass and trees were frozen by the frost, and the cold wind was like a steel knife to blow the bones.

Heavy snow suddenly came!

The snow came so rapidly that it formed a white-haired wind that was rare in a century, covering the sky and the sun, raging madness. The pervasive cold wind seemed to come from Jiuyou, and it directly blew through the fur coats on the herdsmen's bodies, and many people's faces turned blue by the cold.

The same is true for the Shepherd’s Youyou!

Her sheepskin coat was very worn and covered with patches of different sizes. Although the stitches were fine and dense, there were too many patches, so many places could not block the cold wind from entering.

She was wearing a pair of straw sandals, which was woven by Youyou. She was very handmade and the straw sandals were very beautiful. Unfortunately, no matter how beautiful the straw sandals were, they could not keep warm. Without sheepskin boots, they blocked the cold. Youyou's toes were frozen and stiff.

Although her clothes were so thin, Youyou was still stuck in the wind and snow. She stomped her feet hard, kept digging the snow with her hands, and then used a sickle-like utensil to cut the grass hard.

She had been working on this job for three days, and she got up before dawn every day, until it was dark at night and could no longer see things clearly. There were hundreds of haystacks behind her, almost every twenty steps, each haystack had about hundreds of kilograms of grass, neatly placed there.

Youyou is not single, and there are many women and herdsmen working with her. However, because Youyou is a girl and she looks a little abrupt in the wind and snow.

Her body is thin and not as strong as ordinary Turkic women, but the grass that Youyou cut is no less than them. If she makes a ranking, she can even get first place.

A middle-aged woman next to her admires Youyou's ability. She looked back at the haystack behind her from time to time, compared Youyou with her own labor results, and enviously said: "Youyou, you are so amazing. You have only been mowing the grass for three days, and you have already harvested so many haystacks. No wonder everyone says Youyou is the most capable."

Listening to her praise, Youyou reluctantly raised her head and smiled, but her hands were not stopped at all.

In fact, she was already tired and hungry, but she was just persevering with her perseverance. Others would sweat when working, but she felt that she was about to freeze and even the movement of mowing grass was very mechanical. There was no way, she was too hungry, and she only ate half a piece of jerky all day, and she had no strength in her body.

She grabbed a bunch of snow, gritted her teeth and stuffed it into her mouth. The cold snow water flowed into her stomach along her throat. She shivered and bent down and continued to mow the grass.

"Youyou, take a break!" The middle-aged woman was a little worried. She grabbed Youyou's hand and advised: "You have cut so much grass and eaten so little. If you continue like this, you will die. Youyou are so obedient. Hurry up and go back to your yurt to rest. We lords are not as hard as you. Let's go, I'll take you back..." As she said that, she tried her best and was about to take Youyou home.

"No, A Yao!" Youyou shook her head desperately. Her little face was blue by the cold wind, but she stubbornly bit her lips, and said with tears in her eyes: "This year's snowstorm is too early. The white-haired wind blows, and cattle and sheep cannot be grazed. We poor people rely on grazing for the nobles to live. If we don't work for one day, we will have no food in one day. In order to save food, my old father sneaked into the wind and snow the night before yesterday and froze to death. Last night I found that Emu had this plan, and she wanted to save the food for her brother to eat." When Youyou talked about this, the tears in his eyes became even more surging. The cold wind whistled by, and the hot tears became cold in an instant. There seemed to be many crystal pearls hanging on her long eyelashes.

The middle-aged woman A Yao sighed sadly. Seeing Youyou crying sadly, she was afraid that tears would hang on her face and was frozen by the cold wind, so she used her sleeves to wipe Youyou hard, and at the same time gently advised: "Youyou don't be sad, this is the life of us poor people. Whenever winter comes, there are always many elderly people who volunteer to walk into the wind and snow for their children, and your old father just returned to the embrace of the Tianlang God."

"No!" Youyou shook his head in pain, she hugged in Ayao's arms and cried: "He was starved to death. Youyou heard the story that the extremely poor people who were frozen to death were not qualified to meet the Tianlang God. Woooo, Ayao, my old father must have suffered under the ground."

A Yao sighed again. She gently wiped Youyou's tears, but she didn't notice that her tears were flowing out quietly. Youyou was very pitiful, so why didn't she do this? Just last night, her husband, who had a limp leg, secretly walked into the wind and snow. Before leaving, she stuffed the only piece of meat in her arms and carefully covered her with an old sheepskin.

That sheepskin was the compensation for the husband's injury after he was injured in the war with the Khan. He should have given two pieces, but one was deducted by the nobles of the tribe.

Youyou suddenly broke free from A Yao's arms and said to her: "A Yao, let's hold on for another night. In order to store enough grass, the nobles of the tribe specially ordered a reward of 100 kilograms of grass and two pieces of jerky meat for us. This is something we have never seen before. As long as we work hard, we can get enough food, so that my Am and my brother will not starve to death, and your child can survive this winter."

A Yao nodded. She looked back at the haystacks behind her and found that there were many on the other side of Youyou, but there were few on her side. She said sadly: "It's a pity that my left hand was broken by the nobles of the tribe. Otherwise, I could cut more than 100 haystacks like you, and I could exchange them for more than 200 servings of jerky meat. Alas, after I hand over the grass, I should secretly leave the yurt..."

Youyou was startled and hurriedly said, "Ayao, don't be stupid. Your child is so young. If you walk into the wind and snow like my father, you will die if you freeze to death. If you don't take care of your child, you will die if you don't take care of him." She seemed to feel that the persuasion was not strong enough, and she solemnly added: "Even if you exchange for food for him with forage, he will die if he doesn't take care of him. He is too young."

"Oh!" A Yao sighed sadly. She looked back at the gathering place of the tribe in the wind and snow, tears surging in her eyes, as if she had seen her own Ah.

Youyou bit her lip. She was kind-hearted and could not stand A Yao as pitiful as she was. She looked entangled on her face. It took her a long time to make up her mind and smiled reluctantly: "A Yao, don't worry, I will help you. As long as I cut my own share, I will help you..."

She said, in order to prove her strength, she pulled A Yao and pointed to the haystack behind her and said, "Look, I have cut hundreds of haystacks and are about to make up for the winter. I can help you soon!"

A Yao's eyes were stunned. She looked at Youyou's cold and blue face, and felt very moved. She couldn't help but hug Youyou in her arms and murmured: "Hao Youyou, you are really the kindest person on the grassland. Thank you, let's work together to cut out enough grass..."

"Yeah!" Youyou focused his head and smiled sweetly at her.

Two extremely poor women cheered each other and were about to start work when they suddenly felt the ground beneath their feet trembling, and then they heard the sound of hoofs coming from the wind and snow.

The sound of hooves is very rapid, dense like raindrops, rumbling in the cold and snowy night, from far to near, as if it was in the blink of an eye.

It was like a torrent without any turn. Countless cavalrymen galloped wildly and galloped straight ahead.

The iron hooves were crazy and instantly crushed the ground and kicked countless haystacks away.

"No..." Youyou screamed, almost subconsciously trying to stop the cavalry, and kept crying: "My pasture, my pasture, don't kick my pasture away."

Her face was pale, and she felt a pain in her chest and tears gushed out of her eyes.

However, the cavalry ignored the cry of a shepherd's woman, and thousands of war horses kept stepping by, and the grass that Youyou had worked hard was soon broken into the snow.

Youyou's tears were blurred. He vaguely saw a Turkic man wearing a cloak passing by her. He suddenly took out a piece of dried meat and said with a rebellious smile: "Little sheep girl, Jie Li Khan is going to march south to the Central Plains. In order to marches quickly, the athletes can only break your grass. You can cut it again!"

As the man said this, he threw the piece of jerky meat at Youyou's feet, and then rode his horse without looking back, leaving Youyou to sit in the snow in a daze, still shouting in his mouth: "My pasture, my pasture..."

In the wind and snow, the laughter of that person came faintly, as if he was talking to Youyou, and as if he was explaining to other extremely poor people: "You should thank Jie Li Khan. When the Khan returns to the southern expedition and snatches countless wealth to you and poor people, everyone will have a better life."

The sound of hooves rumbled, and his voice flew in a flash, as if it had never sounded.

"Khan's southern expedition? Grab the property and distribute it to the extremely poor?" Youyou murmured to himself, sitting in a daze, regardless of the coldness of the snow. After a long time, she suddenly screamed wildly: "You are lying, you are lying, you are lying, you are lying, you are lying, you are lying, you are lying..."

She screamed in a crazy way, and suddenly the glow of hungry wolf shot out in her eyes. In the night, the coldness was shining, as if she was about to bite her lover.

"Jie Li, you are not worthy of being a great knight on the grassland. I want to kill you, I want to kill you!"

The wind and snow rolled, and the sound of hooves rumbled, but it could not suppress the shrill cry of a little shepherd.

Since ancient times, who have truly thought about the feelings of civilians?
Chapter completed!