Jin and Zhao fell out, and Zhao Xu finally couldn't stand the King of Jin, this stupid teammate. Most importantly, he felt that with the King of Jin's stupidity, the demise of Jin was a matter of time. Now he couldn't act according to his past experience. Although in the original world plot, Jin was destroyed by him later, it seems that instead of attacking Lu, he might as well just take down Jin first.
Unfortunately, Jin suffered heavy losses, and Zhao did not gain anything either. After the war against Lu, the two countries were busy dealing with domestic discontent and chaos, let alone fighting again. After Zhao Xu fled back to his country after his defeat, he tried to train and strengthen his army, recruit talents, and bring all the generals he knew before under his command to avoid the Yuguan incident.
However, this thing that used to go very smoothly has now failed repeatedly. Either I can't find the person, or I find that when I find him, he has already defected to another country. After much difficulty, I have managed to get two people, and they still need to be honed before they can be of great use.
He is like a fish trapped in shallow water. Even if he thinks he can turn into a dragon if he enters the sea, the sea is tens of thousands of miles away from him and he cannot go there at all. He can only continue to jump around in the shallow water.
The two countries stopped fighting, and Lu took the opportunity to recuperate. This time, it almost suffered the disaster of national destruction. Fortunately, it had the help of Yin and other small countries behind it. For this reason, Lu specially submitted a letter to establish diplomatic relations with Yin.
In this war, Yin was undoubtedly the country that benefited the most. Yin Ruxu saw the current situation of various countries from the letter he had sent, pondered for a moment, and then began to write a reply.
Most of her letters were sent to her brother by trusted people. Yes, she was not writing to her mother, but to her brother. Her brother was easily influenced and had no opinions of his own, but he loved her as a sister. Although being easily influenced had disadvantages, it also had advantages. At least he could listen to her. As the son of the king of Yin, her brother could do more than she, a princess.
Yin Ruxu hoped that the peaceful situation could last longer. She hoped that at least during her lifetime, both her current home and her hometown home would be safe. Therefore, she needed a child with her own blood to inherit the grassland in the future. At the same time, she also needed someone who was closer to her in blood to inherit the throne of Yin.
She couldn't help but touch her belly.
Child, in the past, whenever she thought of this word, her heart would ache. After so many pains and so long, she no longer felt it. She thought she would no longer feel it, but the fear still manifested in her dreams. That day, she woke up from a nightmare, riding a horse with Wotu at night, and suddenly, the fear was far behind her.
She became calmer day by day, and recently, she could vaguely feel some long-lost joy and a little expectation. This joy and expectation was not something she found on her own, but was conveyed to her by Wo Tu.
"Xuxu, how are you today?" When Wo Tu came back from outside, the first thing he said was the usual greeting he had been used to in these days.
Yin Ruxu: "Very good." She looked at Wo Tu's hand. Sure enough, he brought back something new today.
"What is today?"
"This? This is an eagle bone. I found it under a rock. I'm going to make a bone flute." Wo Tu placed the object in front of her and asked her to touch it. When Yin Ruxu had seen enough, he took out a knife, gestured with the bone, and began to cut and carve.
Ever since he knew she was pregnant, he often brought some things back from outside, saying that he wanted to make some toys for the unborn child. Although he said it was just a few toys, in just a few days, he had already filled a small box with bits and pieces. Yin Ruxu looked at a red lacquer box in the corner of the king's tent. It was a box she had specially cleared out to store the small toys that Wo Tu made for the child.
The day before yesterday, he said he wanted to carve a small bow for the child. When he was done, Yin Ruxu asked him if the bow would be broken when the child could use it. Wo Tu thought for a while and gave her the bow, "Then I'll give it to you!"
Yin Ruxu: “…”
There were many cases where something was said to be made for the child, but after it was done they changed their minds and gave it to her instead. Therefore, there was a red lacquer box next to Wang Zhang's bed, which contained things for Yin Ruxu.
Wo Tu saw her occasional abnormal behavior after she became pregnant, but he didn't know Yin Ruxu's experience. He only guessed that she was afraid because she was pregnant, and he wanted to use these little things to make her happy. Although he didn't want the child to come so early, worried that the princess' body couldn't bear it, but since the child had come, he could only think of ways to make the princess happy and relaxed.
Wo Tu was halfway through making the bone flute. Because it required careful carving, he worked slowly. Seeing Yin Ruxu looking at the bone flute he made, he asked, "Bone flute, do you want it? If you want it, I'll give it to you first."
"It's not made for children, why are you giving it to me?"
Wo Tu put down the dagger, put the bone flute to his lips and tried two notes, then changed his mind, "Forget it, this one is not very well made, give it to the child, I will find a better one for you next time."
Last time, he came back from Chibu and said that he saw the children there playing with a running wooden horse, so he wanted to make one for the child. Yin Ruxu found it very interesting and played with it twice. Then Wo Tu declared that the wooden horse belonged to her. Not only that, he made several more for Yin Ruxu, painted them in various colors with great interest, and placed them all on the new dressing table in the royal tent, squeezing out all of Yin Ruxu's jewelry.
During that time, he would carry a few pieces of wood with him when he went out to inspect the pastures on horseback. He would take them out to whittle and chop when he had nothing to do, which aroused the curiosity of others. As a result, all the tribes knew that the princess liked the pony made by their tribe leader. Not to mention, this little wooden horse was very beautiful. Every time the little boy from the Risong family came over, he would look at the princess's pile of little wooden horses with envy.
The children in the tribe all had ponies cut by their parents, but the princess was the first to have so many beautiful ponies, so she was the one the children envied the most.
The funniest thing is that there were caravans who asked people in the tribe if they had these ponies for sale. It was said that they were being sold quite well in the Central Plains and other places.
It was autumn, and Wo Tu was busy. He often had to take people to other tribes to discuss things. There were also many people in the tribe who came to him to ask questions. Wo Tu didn't like to deal with things that required patience and time. In the past, when he didn't want to do it anymore, he would run out to grab territory and throw things to other people. But now all the territories have been grabbed, and he can't just grab them for himself, besides, his pregnant wife is in the tribe. He is like being tied by a string, and wants to come back after running around outside for a while. Now he can't run away, so he can only bite the bullet and do it.
"So distressed?" Yin Ruxu wanted to laugh at him every time he saw him writing with a frown on his face. Because as the chief, he was not very good at arithmetic, how many cattle and sheep were sent by other tribes in autumn, how much was confiscated in a fight with a certain tribe, how many new people were added to the tribe this year, and so on.
It's not that he didn't understand. This man was very smart and learned things quickly. It's just that he was really annoying and had exhausted his patience. Yin Ruxu didn't even know where he got the patience from.
"How is it, have you counted the sheep?" Yin Ruxu saw that his hair was almost bald from counting, and he covered his mouth and laughed for a while, then picked up the pen and wrote a line of numbers next to it. "This is it, forget it, since you are like this, I will help you write it."
Wo was suddenly pardoned and simply handed these matters over to her. Yin Ruxu once suspected that the reason why his clan leader was exterminated was because no one helped him deal with these matters.
The princess's joining brought about a great change in the writing habits of the Wutu tribe, because the Wutu tribe seldom used writing to record things, which was the responsibility of the witch. Their various habits, customs and experiences were passed down from generation to generation orally, mostly in the form of songs, which were engraved in their bones. They did not use writing as widely as in the Central Plains.
Before Yin Ruxu came over, Wo Tudu was still using a dagger to carve words, which were the numbers of their own tribe and were very complicated.
"I want people to teach the children in the tribe to learn the Central Plains language and teach them to write with pen and paper. What do you think?" Yin Ruxu was not sure whether Wo Tu would agree, but she did choose a good time to speak. She knew very well that habits were the hardest to change, and cultural integration also took a long time. When their next generation was willing to learn another language and culture, it represented a kind of identification and closeness, so it was a signal.
Wotu stared at her face, his green eyes showing insight. He raised his hand and touched her hair, then suddenly smiled, "Okay."
"Chief, this is not a good idea. We have our own writing system. Why should we learn the Central Plains' system?" As expected, some people in the tribe disagreed with Wo Tu's approach.
Na Risong and other Wo Tu's confidants were very supportive, "What's wrong with this? There are more and more caravans coming to our place now. If everyone learns their characters and language, communication will be easier."
Everyone was arguing. There was no clear hierarchy here like in the Central Plains, so everyone was ready to fight. Wo Tu didn't care. He just ate and drank. After he was full, he waited for the people below to finish fighting. He wiped his mouth and looked at the others: "Are you done? If you're done, go back and spread the news so that the kids can learn from you."
"Chief!" Some people were unwilling to give in and tried to say a few more words.
Wo Tu looked up and didn't get angry. He just said, "In the future, the young people in the tribe will have a broader world than we have now. If they only know the writing of our tribe, their world will only be this big. Mandu, do you hope that your children can go further and be stronger than you?"
Mandu was silent for a moment and retreated without saying a word.
Wotu looked at everyone here, "I can't change the decision I made. You should all know it. You can be dissatisfied, but I don't allow anyone to cause trouble for the princess in private. If I find out... I hope you haven't forgotten what happened five years ago."
Five years ago, the teenage Son of the Wolf God killed the old patriarch and a large number of Utu nobles. The casual atmosphere they have now is also because too many Utu nobles who valued power and status died in the past. Most of the people who can stand here and listen to Wotu's words are ordinary people who rebelled with him in the past.
They will never forget who made the current Wutu tribe free and prosperous, and they will never forget how the young man carrying the old chief's head sat in the king's tent.
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