Soft and crispy waist

This time, Manku was no longer as smug as before. His back was hunched, and beads of sweat covered his forehead. He gasped in panic and trembled, "I...I...My king, I'm not completely sure, but I must have shot him, for sure. But I don't know if he will survive. Or maybe his army has a great doctor. Yes, maybe they have a great wizard, like the great shaman on the sacred mountain, who can bring him back to life..."

Before he could finish his words, the scimitar fell.

It was as sharp as chopping a melon, and Manku's head rolled to the frozen ground. With his eyes still blinking, he could see his body collapse, with blood gushing out of his neck.

After opening and closing his mouth a few times, his eyes turned dim.

dead.

Everyone else in the tent looked at each other, not daring to say a word.

Even the leader of the Dajia tribe did not dare to send anyone to collect Manku's body.

It was because the defeat was so tragic. Among the 20,000-strong army, 10,000 of them were warriors from the Hukh tribe led by Nurban, and the other eight tribes only had 10,000 people. The Dagga had even fewer, with only more than 1,000 deaths. How could he dare to complain about killing one Manku?

Besides, beheading is already a quick death. After that traitor of the Great Zhou was thrown here by the Great Zhou army, he was tortured every day and there was not a piece of good skin left. Now he is still hanging on the wall with his breath. There is a fire burning below, so he can't freeze to death. He really can't even die.

He kept saying that he saw Gu Yizi die with his own eyes. Several generals had quarreled over power, but when their army attacked, they united again. There was no sign of chaos at all. Moreover, it was obvious that their fighting style was planned in advance, blocking all their routes. Some people even said that they saw Gu Yizi.

But no one could be sure that it was Gu Yizi. Whether he was dead or not, it was hard to guess, which made them dare not attack again.

But in this weather, they can't wait any longer.

"Nurban, killing them won't help. What should we do now? The snow is getting heavier, and it will be even more difficult. You said that the old emperor of the Great Zhou was no longer able to fight, and there was no one else to help. This year, we can definitely break in and seize the city so we can have hot food for the winter. But now, we've been pushed back hundreds of miles. If we retreat any further, we'll reach the Tianshen River. If we cross it, we'll definitely lose."

Nurban glared at the person who was speaking, scaring him so much that he trembled. But the next moment he stood still and raised his head. Several leaders around him also moved two steps closer to him and stood together.

"Kakali is right. We are joining forces to win, to reduce the number of deaths this winter, not to do business here at a loss."

"That's right! If you can't fulfill what you said, then there's no need for us to unite. It would be better for us to surrender to the Great Zhou as soon as possible."

When one voice arose, the others followed.

Nurban also knew that these were a group of conscienceless wolves. They would be happy to eat meat, but would run faster than anyone else without it.

But now he also has a headache.

"Your Majesty!" Nurban's younger brother hurried in from outside the tent, took out a small bamboo tube, handed it to Nurban, and whispered in his ear, "That man sent it."

Nurban immediately opened the bamboo tube and unfolded the cloth strip inside.

Seeing the words above, the corners of his mouth kept rising, and finally they were all the way to his ears. He shouted happily: "Okay! God, please help me! Let's wait! Wait for half a month, and that brat Gu Yizi will die, or at least die!"

……

Gu Yizi's death and the uncertainty of the war on the front line made the people in Kyoto panic. They were all afraid that the enemy would really attack them this time, so they held on to their money tightly in case they had to use it to escape.

Business has become slow in all places where people spend money, and many shops have closed. The Yang family's food shop is also deserted. From this morning until now, there has not been a single customer.

Mrs. Yang brushed the dust off the table with a handkerchief, but her eyes were fixed on Brother Yang who was holding a new cookbook and reading it.

"Look! No guests will come if you look any more, you might as well sweep the dust!" Unable to bear it any longer, Mrs. Yang stepped forward, reached out and grabbed the recipe and threw it on the table.

Brother Yang glanced at her and reached out to take it without saying a word.

Mrs. Yang held him down with one hand, squeezed in front of him and said, "Don't try to fool me again today! When are you going to ask about the second brother? When will he come back?"

"Isn't the road blocked by a blizzard? I'll go ask in a couple of days. Besides, Lao Er is not stupid. He will definitely run away if there is any problem. Don't worry about it."

"You're worrying about nothing? Yeah, I'm not as ruthless as you. That's my flesh and blood. Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. And the second brother, what do you mean by he'll definitely run away? That's just nice talk. He'll definitely resist unless the knife is on his neck. If I had known it would be like this today, I shouldn't have agreed to open this shop. Even if I'm poor, at least I'm safe. Now..."

"Godfather, stepmother."

Tuan'er's clear voice interrupted Mrs. Yang's words.

She immediately raised her hand to wipe away her tears, cleared her throat twice to calm herself down before turning around. Seeing Tuan'er standing at the door with wet hair, she realized it was raining outside. She hurriedly grabbed a clean handkerchief and walked over to wipe her tears while leading her inside.

"Why are you back before the ten-day holiday? You didn't even bring an umbrella. You'll get wet and sick."

"I just got a little wet, it's okay." Tuan'er took the handkerchief from Mrs. Yang's hand, wiped himself roughly, and then hurriedly opened the cloth bag on his back, took out a book from it and put it on the table.

Mrs. Yang and Brother Yang looked at each other in surprise. Why did the child take out the book? Was he going to give them a lesson?

Just as he was wondering, Tuan'er had already opened the book. After carefully examining the beautiful handwriting, Brother Yang looked at two lines and then widened his eyes in shock. "Where did you get this?"

"I asked my classmates."

Tuan'er said it lightly, but Brother Yang was speechless for a moment because of this girl.

Although there were many daughters of merchants and even the daughter of the richest man in the Zhou Dynasty in the girls' school, these people were all arrogant and only looked down on officials. Ordinary people like them would not even look at them, so how could they possibly tell such business secrets to Tuan'er?

Equivalent exchange is eternal and unchanging.

"I don't know if it's useful, godfather, take a look first. If it's useless, just burn it as firewood. I have to go back to the academy, so I won't stay at home for dinner."

As he spoke, Tuan'er ran out.

By the time Mrs. Yang turned around to get the umbrella, the man had disappeared.

"This kid is really a rabbit." He put down his umbrella helplessly. Seeing Brother Yang reading the book carefully, almost stuffing it into his eyes, he leaned over and asked, "What's written in it? Why don't you read it to me?"

"Keep your voice down." Brother Yang hurriedly pulled the man inside and said in a low voice, "This is business experience, which can't be bought with money. With it, our business will be saved. I don't know how Tuan'er got it. This child, without making a sound, actually sees everything going on at home."

"She's such a good girl, but do you think she's doing this because she found out about our relationship with the noble?"

The couple looked at each other, neither daring to guess further.

On the other side, Tuan'er, who returned to the gate of the girls' school, was stopped outside the gate and was drenched by the heavy winter rain.