Traveling through time and space to become a lady of a noble family, but she only wants to escape

Chapter 145: Sharama

"Aunt is better at interrogating prisoners, so I won't get in the way." Chu Yunchuan blinked, "What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

Bai Zhi stretched out her hand and pinched Chu Yunchuan's chin, and said with a stern face: "You haven't slept for three days, and now you have to cook. Qiansui, are you cultivating? Ask the kitchen to cook, and you, come back to the room with me and sleep right now."

"Then I'll tell the kitchen..."

"Tell the kitchen what you want." Bai Zhi pulled Chu Yunchuan up without question, "Go to sleep! When you wake up, tell whoever you want to tell. Go to sleep now!"

The guards raised their eyes and secretly watched Bai Zhi drag the smiling Prince Jing back into the house.

Southern barbarian.

The end of the Gale Wasteland.

The two barbarians walked among the towering mountains under the scorching sun, with a vulture circling in the sky above their heads. They said nothing, just lowered their heads and hurried on.

The ancestors of the Nanman tribe passed down the story that in the earliest times, this land was dark and crops could not grow. The merciful Sun God took pity on these hungry people, so he lay down in the Far East and turned his strong body into a continuous treeless mountain, which gave birth to a sun every day to nourish the crops on the land. Since then, the Far East Sun God Mountains have become a forbidden area for the Nanman tribe, and the elders in the tribe do not allow their descendants to set foot there.

Those who betray their ancestors and step on the sun god have no choice but to keep their mouths shut and not become sinners who anger the sun god.

However, they dared not speak out against the people who were most likely to anger the Sun God - for example, Mrs. Ge, who was extremely favored by their leader.

When the two returned to the territory, they saw Madam Ge lying on a sun-shading couch. Their leader Wushamon was holding a bunch of golden fruits and feeding her one by one, with his eyes fixed on her.

"Mrs. Ge, we are done."

Ge Zhen raised his eyes and asked, "Did you handle the body properly?"

The two men said tremblingly, "It's very clean. We put Old Shopkeeper Yang on the highest mountain and watched the bird eat him before we came back."

The common people in the southern barbarians called the vulture the bird returning to the sky.

"Well done." Ge Zhen raised his toes to hook Wushameng's chin and chuckled, "Reward."

Wushameng waved his hand and said in a voice as hard as stone: "Ten taels of silver per person, go and claim them."

The two men breathed a sigh of relief, thanked Ge Zhen and Wushameng profusely, and then hurried to collect the silver.

"Wushamon." Ge Zhen's tongue was wrapped around the half-ripe vine fruit, and he said with a smile, "The new Suhe is not ready yet? It's been a long time. Do you know what it's called in Dayan?"

Wushamon asked earnestly: "What's your name?"

Ge Zhen's face suddenly changed. He stood up and grabbed Wu Shameng's neck, saying viciously: "This is called eating shit before it's hot! The tribute scholars we selected are all in Ningzhou this time. It's already difficult to carry out the plan! If Xin Suhe delays any longer, your Sharama tribe will never be able to turn things around in this life!"

There were five deep red nail marks on his neck, but Wu Shameng was not angry at all. He was afraid that Ge Zhen would pinch his neck and hurt his delicate hands, so he used his not-so-fluent Dayan dialect to comfort her: "Don't be unhappy, I'll tell Ke Suya to hurry up."

Ge Zhen sneered twice: "I don't mind letting the vultures eat him."

Wushamon waved his hands quickly: "He is the best medicine wizard in the Sharama tribe!"

"Then why don't you let him hurry up!"

Suddenly, a series of running sounds were heard in the territory. The Sharama people who were doing their own things were startled and saw their tall and strong leader running out of the house and rushing straight to the house of the old medicine wizard Su Ya.

The territory was not large, so Ke Sulia naturally heard the stomping sounds. However, compared to other people in the territory, he was already used to it, and he just stood in front of his herbal medicine table without being affected at all.

Wushamon came to urge him, and he just happened to have something to say to Wushamon.

The stomping sound stopped at the door, and then there was a crisp knock on the door: "Elder Ke Suya, are you there?"

"Yes." Ke Suya said in a barbarian tone, "Which Dayan person is here to see me?"

Wu Shameng pushed the door open and entered the room. He smiled at Kesuya and said in barbarian language, "Elder Kesuya, how is the new Suhe being made?"

"New Suhe, new Suhe, every time you come here you only ask me about new Suhe." Ke Suya said unhappily, "You have been bewitched by the witch of Dayan and are willing to follow such a plan. In my opinion, there is no need to be a new Suhe. We in Sharama have never lacked warriors. Using Suhe to win the battle will make Dayan people look down on us."

"Ge Zhen is from Dayan. She knows Dayan better than any of us. Elder, it is better for us to listen to her. We lost once and we cannot lose again."

"Listen to her? She let the Shara tribe hide in the body of the Far Eastern Sun God, which is already a presumptuous act. The gods will not give her a break just because she is a foreigner. The women of the Shara tribe have gone through a lot of hardships to preserve our bloodline, and we can't let it be destroyed in the hands of a Dayan person." Ke Suya became more and more angry as he spoke, and the dark wrinkles on his face were all twisted together. "This Dayan witch has confused the mind of the Shara leader and forced the people of the Shara tribe to abandon their own language. Sooner or later, I will kill her."

Wushamon suddenly slammed the table, his muscles bulged and his teeth clacked like thunder. "No one in the Sharama tribe can touch her, not even Elder Kesuya. She made her people learn the Dayan language, and the Sharama tribe used the Dayan language to gain the trust of the Dayan people, buy things from them, and continue our lives. Only a woman like this can raise the sun for the Sharama tribe, and I will never allow anyone to destroy the sun of the Sharama tribe!"

The anger of a strong warrior is more terrible than a night without the sun.

Ke Suya didn't dare to say anything more. He lowered his head and finally whispered, "We have to wait another fifty days for the new Suhe."

Wushamon put away his big palm and gave Kesuya a gentle and rude salute: "Elder, the sun god bless you."

Bai Zhi opened her eyes again, awakened by the aroma. Her stomach was empty and burning, and there was a bowl of steaming porridge on the bedside. Next to the porridge was the well-rested and plump King Jing, who was looking at her with a smile: "Are you awake?"

"I'm hungry." Bai Zhi couldn't wait to sit up, took the porridge and slurped a big mouthful. The moment the porridge slid into her stomach, Bai Zhi sighed with satisfaction, "The world is big, eating and drinking is the most important... It would be nice if there was some meat."

"This..." Chu Yunchuan hesitated, "This is porridge cooked with meat broth. Is the taste too bland?"

"Ah?" Bai Zhi took another sip, and this time licked it carefully for a while - but still couldn't suck it out.

However, facing Chu Yunchuan's pitiful wrinkled peach blossom eyes, Bai Zhi didn't have the heart to tell the truth, and clapped her hands suddenly, exaggerating: "Yes, yes, it tastes like broth! My, Qiansui, your cooking skills have improved again."