Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

"Bater!" At this time, Uncle Zhaxi's anxious voice suddenly came from outside.

Upon hearing the sound, Bater immediately stood up, tightened the blanket around himself, winked at Song Yuanshan, signaling him to hide, and then strode towards the door.

A blizzard suddenly poured into the stable. He squinted his eyes and tried hard to find Zhaxi's position in the whiteness. He responded loudly: "Uncle Zhaxi, I'm here! What's going on?"

Zhaxi struggled to wade through the knee-deep snow and finally got close. He shouted, panting, "The eldest prince has ordered all the young and strong to repair the main tent. The wind and snow have collapsed half of the main tent. Many precious furs and wine are buried inside. He is furious and urges everyone to hurry!"

"You should leave quickly too! The eldest prince is very angry. If you go too late, you might get whipped."

Bater looked back at the stable and saw that Song Yuanshan had already hidden. Then he stepped out of the stable and ran towards the main tent side by side with Zhaxi.

It was not until Bater's figure disappeared in the vast snow that Song Yuanshan slowly walked out from his hiding place.

He looked in the direction where Battelle left, and the sadness that had just appeared on his face disappeared in an instant, replaced by solemnity and doubt.

He had been in Beiting for nearly two years, and all the Hu people had always treated these slaves harshly and humiliated them. They were either beaten and scolded at will, or thrown into the most dangerous hard labor, and their lives were as worthless as grass.

Why did Battelle help him? This kindness came too unexpectedly, which made Song Yuanshan wary.

Is it just out of kindness? Or is there something else going on?

But now he is just a slave, what is there for him to covet?

Or was he sent by the Third Prince to approach him? This thought suddenly flashed through Song Yuanshan's mind.

No matter what, it's always a good idea to be more careful.

He made up his mind to continue to get along with Bater and see what his purpose was.

The blizzard raged for three days and three nights before gradually stopping.

During these three days, Song Yuanshan stayed in the stable to avoid the snowstorm. Bater came occasionally to bring them some food, but he always came and went in a hurry, fearing that he would be seen by others.

When the wind and snow died down a little, the slaves in the stable began to move.

A few of the stronger ones were discussing in low voices whether they should take advantage of the chaos to escape, but when they saw the vast sea of ​​snow outside, they became discouraged.

Song Yuanshan listened to their discussion without saying a word. It was icy and snowy here, with no dry food, no horses, and not even a reliable route. To flee rashly would be to seek death.

He longed to return to Dajin more than anyone else, but he would not do such a rash thing with no chance of success.

When the snow stopped in the middle of the night, the slaves quietly returned to the slave tent.

After the snowstorm, the tribe was in ruins.

Although the eldest prince's main tent was repaired, the losses were still severe. Many precious objects were crushed by the snow, and many livestock were frozen to death or frostbitten. The entire tribe was shrouded in gloom.

The eldest prince no longer had the heart to seek pleasure as before. He was busy counting the losses and thinking about how to survive the long winter. He also temporarily relaxed his control over the slaves.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Battelle found a loophole and quietly came to the slave tent.

He was holding a small bag of dried meat in his hand. When he saw Song Yuanshan, he quickly walked over and handed it to him: "It's been snowing hard these days, and it's hard to find food. I saved this with great difficulty. Take it first."

Song Yuanshan looked at the dried meat in front of him, but did not reach out to take it immediately. A hint of hesitation flashed across his eyes, and then he smiled and took it with both hands: "Brother Bater, I'm sorry to bother you again. If it weren't for you these days, I'm afraid I wouldn't have made it."

Bater chuckled and said, "Don't be so polite. I just thought you were injured and needed to be healed."

As he spoke, he sat down next to Song Yuanshan and glanced around. The slaves were all skinny and bony, lying or sitting in the dilapidated tents, looking lifeless.

Song Yuanshan followed his gaze and said with a wry smile, "This snowstorm has almost worn away everyone's last bit of energy and spirit."

Bater did not react much, and turned to ask Song Yuanshan: "How is your injury? The blizzard has not worsened in the past few days, right? Is the medicine I brought still effective?"

Song Yuanshan moved his arms and responded, "Thanks to your medicine, the pain has eased a lot. Although the external injuries are not completely healed, at least it is not so painful anymore."

"That's good." Bater said as if there was something else behind his words, "Your body is your capital, you must take care of it as soon as possible, otherwise even if you have the opportunity to leave in the future, you will not be able to leave this prairie."

As he spoke, a hint of profound meaning flashed in his eyes that was imperceptible to others.

Song Yuanshan met his gaze, instantly caught the deep meaning, and his heart skipped a beat.

He pretended to be casual and gave a bitter smile: "I am now a slave, how can I dare to hope to have the opportunity to leave? I just hope to suffer less and live a few more days. Maybe I will have the opportunity to see my family again in the future."

Bartel just grinned and didn't respond to his words.

Then he looked around and confirmed that no one was paying attention, then he approached Song Yuanshan and lowered his voice and said, "I heard that the eldest prince is going to hold a large-scale beast fight in a few days. Can you withstand it?"

Song Yuanshan frowned, his eyes full of helplessness and fatigue: "Whether I can resist or not is not my choice. It's just another walk on the brink of life and death."

Bater's unshaven face revealed a gleam of brilliance that was inconsistent with his appearance. If Song Yuanshan had not been paying attention with his peripheral vision, he would have almost missed this fleeting abnormality.

This Battelle is indeed not simple.

At this time, the sound of "crunching" on the snow was heard outside. Song Yuanshan's heart tightened, and he pretended to be asleep and lay on his side in the haystack.

Bater also stood up quickly, straightened his clothes as if nothing had happened, stuffed the empty bag of dry food into his arms, and walked out of the tent.

As soon as he walked out of the tent, he saw a soldier guarding slaves slowly walking over on patrol. Bater greeted him with a smile. The soldier glanced at him, ignored him, and went straight into the tent to check.

Seeing that the slaves were all staying quietly and there was nothing unusual, he went out again.

Bater breathed a sigh of relief and walked quickly towards his tent.

On the way, he heard Uncle Zhaxi calling him: "Bater, come here!"

Uncle Zhaxi stood in front of a tent not far away and waved at him.

Bater hurried over. Uncle Zhaxi frowned and leaned close to him and whispered, "I just saw you coming out of the slave tent. Although the prince has been lenient with the slaves these days, you shouldn't go there too often."

"Those are lowly beasts. It's no good for you to get too close to them. If the eldest prince finds out, you will definitely blame him."

Bater pretended to smile and said, "Uncle, I just check in occasionally to see if they are lazy. I don't mean any other harm."

Uncle Zhaxi looked at him suspiciously for a few times, and finally patted him on the shoulder: "You kid, just don't be confused."

"Don't forget, your tribe was destroyed by the Dajin people. Many of your people lost their lives. With such a deep blood feud, we were merciful by not killing all the Dajin captives. Don't be soft-hearted towards them."

Bater's heart trembled, but he still smiled and replied: "Uncle, I understand. What kind of relationship can I have with them? I just took a look. Don't worry about it."

Bater scratched his head with a silly look on his face. It was not until Uncle Zhaxi entered the tent that the smile faded from his face, replaced by solemnity and contemplation.

Suddenly, a scream pierced the sky. Battelle looked up and saw a goshawk circling at low altitude.

Bater's expression suddenly changed and he walked quickly towards his tent. A moment later, the goshawk landed on the top of the huge rock behind the tent, folded its wings, and stood there proudly.

"No one saw it, right?" Bater reached out and picked up the goshawk, taking the bamboo tube from its claws.

He quickly released the hawk and watched it soar into the sky like an arrow. Then he turned around and hid in the tent, closing the curtain tightly.

As soon as he entered the tent, he could not wait to use a dagger to pry open the wax seal and pull out a piece of paper from the bamboo tube. On the paper, there were a few short lines of words written with special symbols and codes.

Battelle quickly glanced at the contents of the note, then threw it into the brazier, watching the note being instantly swallowed by the flames and turned into a few wisps of black ashes.

At this time, heavy snow began to fall outside the tent.

The cold wind rushed in from the gaps, blowing the ashes in the brazier everywhere. Battelle looked at the flying ashes and fell into a brief trance.