It was no wonder that his uncle had taken Princess Yan'er to the Northern Territory for peace talks. It turned out he had seen through the internal situation of the barbarians long ago, which was why he dared to venture into the tiger's den…
Since Si Ya Ke Dun was so averse to war, and Han Chi Er listened to her in everything, things would be easier.
The immediate priority was to get the barbarians' relationship with the Central Plains back on track, and then everything else could be discussed…
"Then, then what do you want us to do!" Han Chi Er shrunk his neck, trembling, "Jiaojiao refuses to go back with us now, do you really want to tie her up?"
Alas, with so many people watching, she didn't leave him any face at all…
He was, after all, the Great Khan of the grasslands.
Si Ya Ke Dun snorted, "If Jiaojiao doesn't behave, let alone tie her up, we'll knock her unconscious or even make her foolish, but we must take her back!~"
Han Chi Jiao: "…"
So, let's sever our mother-daughter relationship.
"Grandma Si Ya!" Little Xi Tian saw that the air was filled with gunpowder and stepped forward to mediate, "Aunt Zhang just sent a basket of chicory. My mother plans to make baozi with chicory filling. Would Grandma Si Ya like to help?"
For now, it was important to calm Si Ya Ke Dun's temper…
"What is chicory?" Si Ya Ke Dun asked in surprise, her tone softening slightly.
Before Little Xi Tian could answer, Xiao Jin Heng stepped forward and smiled, "Lord Ke Dun, chicory is a very common wild vegetable, and you should have it in your grasslands too. Just chop the wild vegetables, add ingredients, and you can make baozi…"
Perhaps because Si Ya Ke Dun had lived in the grasslands for a long time and didn't eat much pasta, things like baozi and dumplings were rare delicacies, so she was curious about it…
Coincidentally, a few clumps of chicory were growing by the pond. Little Xi Tian smiled and pointed them out to Si Ya Ke Dun, "Grandma Si Ya, it's this wild vegetable. You can blanch it and dip it in sauce, or use it to make dumplings and baozi. It tastes great!~"
Upon hearing this, Han Chi Er craned his neck to look and mumbled, "Isn't this just Qin vegetables? In our grasslands, we feed them to donkeys, horses, cattle, and sheep!"
Everyone: "…"
You truly are the king of awkward silences.
"Shut up!" Si Ya Ke Dun roared again, grabbing Han Chi Er and Han Chi Jiao by their ears, "You two go back to your rooms and reflect properly…"
If she died one day, it would definitely be from these two.
So, under the watchful eyes of Xiao Jin Heng and Little Xi Tian, Han Chi Er led Han Chi Jiao back to the guest room.
The corn seedlings in the fields had already begun to sprout. Last night's spring rain had extinguished the sandstorms that had been raging for days. Now, in Great Water Village, the mountains were lush and green, the mountains white and the waters black. The waterwheels by the ditches rotated day and night, and the windmills standing at the village entrance were also working hard to grind grain for the villagers…
Old Man Yun and Er Man had been working in the fields for a while. Seeing that the sun had come out, the father and son put on their straw hats and sat down to rest.
"Shan Shan has been vomiting these past few days, and there's not much work in the fields now. You go back and take care of her!" Old Man Yun lit his pipe and instructed.
Upon hearing this, Yun Er Man chuckled foolishly, "Dad, Sister is at home. If Shan Shan needs anything, she can just ask her. I'm a big man, I can't take good care of people…"
Sister has a pair of miraculous hands that can heal all illnesses and ailments.
"Hey!" Old Man Yun glared at him, spat out the tobacco stem from his mouth, "Shan Shan isn't Xi Tian's wife. Don't expect anything from Sister for everything. She's the Princess of Dongping now. You dare to order the Princess around, I think you're itching for a beating…"
Old Man Yun's words were filled with pride and arrogance, implying that his daughter was a little princess, and everyone would greet her with a smile in the future.
Let her do chores?
Hmph, impossible, non-existent…
Hearing his father's words, Yun Er Man was also filled with pride. He quickly stood up, patted the dirt off his pants, "Dad, I'll go home now and help Shan Shan with some work!"
Because San Man and Fang Er were getting married, the family was in a frenzy. Du Tie Shan was also a diligent person and couldn't stay idle, so she always rushed to do the dirty and tiring work…
"Go, go. Have your mother steam that piece of cured meat. I'll have a drink with Uncle Sun tonight!" Old Man Yun waved his hand.
"Alright!" Yun Er Man responded, picked up his hoe, and trotted home.
Unexpectedly, not long after he left, Old Man Sun arrived in the field, leaning on his cane and holding a sour plum, eating it as he walked…
Seeing this, Old Man Yun smiled and waved, "Oh, Brother Sun, why are you here? Although the sun outside is fierce, the wind is cool. Brother Sun is frail, don't catch a cold…"
"My old bones are strong!" Old Man Sun smiled slightly, chewed the sour plum, and hissed, "Hoo, the sour plums in your Great Water Village are more sour than those in my hometown. This thing is best eaten when it's young. Once it grows tall, it becomes old and tough…"
As Old Man Sun spoke, he sat down beside Old Man Yun and placed his cane by his leg.
"Sister-in-law is making baozi with chicory filling at home. You should go back early to eat!" Old Man Sun said with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Old Man Yun silently exhaled a smoke ring and then carefully observed Old Man Sun's expression…
Although Old Man Sun was currently living with the Yun family and had all his needs met, Old Man Yun found that he was not happy.
Especially during the period before and after the New Year, Old Man Sun seemed to have aged a lot, with dense wrinkles on his face and his hair completely white…
As someone who had been through it, Old Man Yun knew what Old Man Sun was worried about. He sighed and felt melancholic every day, simply missing his son and grandson.
People, as they age, become particularly afraid of loneliness. If someone could accompany them more, it would be fine. But ever since Old Man Sun moved into the Yun family, his son had never come to visit him…
Thinking of this, Old Man Yun extinguished his pipe and tentatively asked, "Brother Sun, did your son write to you for the New Year?"
Old Man Sun's action of eating sour plums paused, and a hint of loneliness flashed in his cloudy eyes, "He's busy with his great career in the capital. How could he have time to write to an old man like me…"
"What old man? You are his father. No matter how big his career is, he can't disown you!" Old Man Yun stood up, stomping his feet in anger, "No, I'll write to Jiang Tun right now and tell him to find your son. No matter what, he must make him come back to the village to see you…"
In this world, how could there be such a scoundrel who didn't even recognize his own father? Was he even human?
"Yun, Brother Yun, no need, really no need!"
Old Man Sun tugged at Old Man Yun, and a tear trickled down the corner of his eye.