Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

The howling wind seemed to tear the sky and earth apart. The sharp sound of the wind pierced the eardrums, and even the brave horses were frightened and started to paw around and neigh.

The snow was like goose feathers, but denser and fiercer. In the blink of an eye, the thick white color covered the entire field of vision, and it was difficult to distinguish between people and animals three steps away.

The tribe fell into chaos. The neatly arranged tents were toppled by the blizzard, and some were uprooted, spinning in the air before crashing down.

The herders did not care about their own safety and were busy rescuing the livestock, but the livestock were frightened and ran around in the snow, and many of them disappeared without a trace.

The eldest prince was furious in his tent, smashing the precious wine cup to pieces: "What are you all standing there for! Go and hold it steady!"

The servants looked at each other, and no one dared to rush out in this deadly snowstorm.

Zhaxi rushed in against the wind and snow, shouting, "Prince, we have to find a place to relocate our people first. The wind and snow are too strong and we can't stand it anymore!"

Outside, Bartel squinted his eyes in the wind and snow, and struggled to drive a few calves to a sheltered place.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure trying to prop up the shaky tent poles over at the slave camp. Upon closer inspection, he saw that it was the Dajin slave he had seen a few days ago.

These slaves were kept under strict surveillance on a daily basis, and even Bater was not allowed to contact them at will.

At this time, the soldiers guarding the slaves had long disappeared, probably to find a place to avoid the wind and snow.

Battelle quickly tied the calf reins around his waist and ran towards the slave tent with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The blizzard blurred his eyes, and he could only rely on the vague outlines to find the direction. Every step felt like stepping on a pile of cotton, weak and laborious.

After finally reaching the slave camp, Battelle wiped the snow off his face and shouted to Song Yuanshan, "Let me give you a hand!"

When Song Yuanshan heard the voice, he looked up with surprise, as if he was surprised that a Hu man would risk his life to help the slaves at this critical moment.

But the situation was so critical that he didn't have time to think, so he quickly responded: "Thank you! Come on, this pole can't hold up anymore!"

As he spoke, his arms were shaking violently, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to let go.

Bater quickly stepped forward, grasped the tent pole with both hands, and pushed hard to help Song Yuanshan share most of the weight.

The two of them worked together to first stabilize the tent pole that was about to fall, and then searched around for useful items.

Bater glanced and saw several thick ropes and broken wood on the ground, and shouted urgently: "Use those to reinforce!"

Song Yuanshan understood, and endured the pain from his frozen hands and feet, and bent down with difficulty to pick it up. The two of them hurriedly tied the wood around the tent poles and tightened it with ropes.

At this moment, an even stronger gust of wind swept over, and the tent poles creaked, as if they would break in the next second.

Battelle shouted: "No, this place will collapse sooner or later, we have to find another place!"

Song Yuanshan shook his head: "It's snowing so hard outside. The old, weak, sick and disabled slaves can't walk far. Going out is a dead end."

Battelle looked around and made a prompt decision: "Let's go to the stable, it's sturdier there!" After that, the two of them helped up the injured slave, and took the rest of the people with them, moving towards the stable with difficulty.

The wind was as sharp as a knife. Every step forward required a great deal of effort. The flying snow poured directly into the collar and cuffs, making people shiver all over.

Everyone finally made it to the stable, where the horses were frightened by the wind and snow and were becoming restless.

Bater and Song Yuanshan first placed the old and weak slaves in a corner, as far away from the mad horses as possible.

Then, Bartel looked around the stable. He rummaged through a pile of debris and found a few worn blankets. Although they were worn out, they could still keep out some of the cold.

He distributed blankets to everyone, and his eyes inadvertently met Song Yuanshan's. Bater's brown pupils narrowed slightly, and then he grinned at Song Yuanshan.

After recovering from the shock, Song Yuanshan looked at Bater and said, "If it weren't for you today, we would have all frozen to death in that tent. I will remember this favor."

Bater waved his hand: "It's nothing. They are all lives. How can I just stand by and watch them die?"

Then he asked casually, "You don't look like an ordinary person, how did you become a slave?"

Song Yuanshan wrapped the blanket tightly around him and smiled bitterly: "I was originally a soldier guarding the border of the Great Jin Dynasty. After a defeat in battle, I was captured and brought here."

Bater frowned and patted Song Yuanshan on the shoulder: "This is such bad luck. Guarding the border is risking your life. You didn't die on the battlefield, but you have to suffer as a slave. Are your family still waiting for you in Dajin?"

Song Yuanshan's eyes dimmed, full of loneliness and worry: "Yes, my wife and children are still in Dajin waiting for me to return. I don't know how they are doing now."

"My eldest son is a troublesome person. He hangs out with others at a young age and is not at home all day. My youngest son and daughter are twins, a boy and a girl, and they are not yet adults."

"My son is smart and my daughter is well-behaved and sensible. I think about them all the time and even dream of going home to hug them at night." Song Yuanshan said, his eyes red and his voice choked up unconsciously.

Bater looked at Song Yuanshan's red eyes and said a few words of comfort before asking, "We've been chatting for so long, but I still don't know your name, brother. My name is Bater, and I'm originally from Kahar."

When Song Yuanshan heard this, his eyes flashed slightly. He remembered that Kahar was a small tribe on the border, with many villages where the Hu people from Dajin lived together. The people were simple and tough.

I just don’t know what Bater went through to end up here.

He calmed down and said, "Brother Bater, thank you for saving me. My name is Song Yuanshan."

"Song, Yuan, Shan?" Bater pronounced the name word by word, speaking in pure Dajin dialect.

Song Yuanshan was inevitably surprised. He did not expect that in this bitter and cold frontier far away from the Great Jin Dynasty, he could hear such standard local dialect from the mouth of a Hu person.

In addition to being surprised, a sense of familiarity also arose naturally, and my tense nerves relaxed a little.

Bater seemed to have seen through his thoughts and patted Song Yuanshan on the back: "Don't be too surprised. My father used to deal with merchants from Dajin, and I learned a lot from him."

After that, he took out a small packet of medicine from his arms and handed it to Song Yuanshan: "I just found it. It can dissolve blood stasis and relieve pain. You have an injury, take it and use it."

Song Yuanshan took the medicine bag. The injury he suffered last time was too severe and he has not recovered yet. If he exerted a little force, the wound would feel as painful as if it were being pricked by needles.

He thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you, Brother Bartel. If I have the chance in the future, I will definitely repay you."

Bater laughed, showing his big white teeth: "What's the use of repaying? We'll have plenty of time to talk after we get through this snowstorm. Use this medicine quickly and get well. Only then can you think about the future."

Song Yuanshan no longer refused and opened the medicine bag, and a fresh herbal fragrance filled the air.

He swallowed the medicine with snow water, and after a while, he seemed to really feel the pain in his body relieved a little.

The wind and snow were still raging, and the world outside the stable seemed like the end of the world.