The wind is really strong, why don't you speak a little softer? You might not even be able to hear each other face-to-face.

"It's nothing, I'll take a look." she said excitedly.

He glanced over there, and the men under Yan Huai'an were all building tents with felt.

It is built in the shape of a Mongolian yurt.

"It's snowing, Qinger, be a good girl and get back in the carriage quickly."

Luo Fengtang spoke, raising a large hand and placing its wide palm above her head.

The snowflakes, one by one, landed on the back of his hand.

"Listen to me, little girl. You'll catch a cold if you stay out here and get sick. Go back in the carriage. I'll go help them." He urged her again.

Yang Ruqing thought for a moment, "Okay then."

He obediently got back into the carriage, lifted the curtain, and watched them pitch tents in the wind and snow.

This kind of experience, I've never had it before. It was so exciting! At night, everyone gathered around the campfire in a circle.

Outside the felt yurt, the north wind was still raging, carrying snowflakes.

The felt house, however, was warm and cozy.

Yan Huai'an took out some dried food and distributed it to everyone to fill their stomachs.

So-called dry rations are actually mutton jerky.

Yang Ruqing was also assigned a spot.

One bite and wow, this requires iron teeth and a bronze jaw.

It's cold, and it has a bit of a gamey taste, which I'm not used to.

But when one is out and about, they should follow local customs. She chewed on the dried mutton, a steaming bowl of something placed before her. Let me know if you'd like anything else translated!

"Qing'er, have a sip of horse milk tea," Luo Fengtang said considerately.

Yang Ruqing glanced at him, smiled slightly, and took the bowl.

He was very happy, turned his head and continued to eat his own mutton jerky, taking big bites and chewing loudly.

Taking a few sips of milk tea and then another, Yang Ruqing waited for the men around her knee to talk about the snow that had already mixed with everything else... Suddenly, Yang Ruqing felt a sense of wrongness.

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Luo Fengtang, it seems, should belong to this place.

When she came from the North, her body felt a bit unwell.

But he, on the other hand, seemed to be right at home, clearly more adaptable than her.

“Cheers, this is really good, try some.”

As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance over at her.

Seeing her holding the bowl, staring at him blankly, he smiled and reminded her again.

She came to her senses and pursed her lips slightly.

“How did I do?” he asked her, his eyes shining.

"Well, that's not bad," she said.

His eyes were full of joy.

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"If you like it, drink more. I have plenty here. I'll give you some later." he said.

"I'm done, drink yours yourself." she said.

He nodded, then turned back to continue chatting animatedly with the men.

Perhaps being infected by his emotions, Yang Ruqing also tried to accept all of this and integrate herself into it.

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Learn from them, chewing the mutton jerky and gulping down the mare's milk tea.

Beside my ear, listening to their conversation.

They talked the most about the snow outside.

Just like in the south, where people talk about the weather when they meet.

The more she listened, the more she gradually understood and knew what they meant by "black disaster" and "white disaster".

Originally, among these nomadic pastoralists of the grasslands, the herders followed their cattle and sheep wherever the grass grew.

Snowfall, for the people of the grasslands, is as important as rainfall to farmers in the south.

If it doesn't snow in winter, cattle and sheep will die of thirst because the grass dries up.

This situation is called a black disaster.

But if there's too much snow, it becomes too thick and the grass freezes to death.

Next year, cattle and sheep will starve to death again because they cannot eat fresh grass. This is called a white disaster.

Whether it's a disaster or a calamity, everyone hopes to avoid them.

So they pay close attention to this, and when they sit together and chat, they will always talk about it.

>The next day when I woke up, the snow had stopped.

But that day, it was still overcast.

Yan Huai'an looked at the weather and pondered for a moment, then said to everyone, "Judging by this trend, there will probably be another snowstorm this afternoon."

“Perhaps we should spend another night here and wait for the snow to stop before we leave.”

Everyone agreed.

Everyone was busy outside the felt yurt.

Inspect the goods and feed the horses.

Yan Huai'an and Luo Fengtang walked side by side, chatting.

Yang Ruqing followed behind them, breathing in the fresh air of this vast grassland.

Brisk and refreshing, making one's chest seem to expand.

Walking and walking, behind a clump of bushes ahead, a brown shadow flashed past.

"Rabbit"

Yang Ruqing let out an exclamation, her voice filled with excitement.

Yan Huai'an and Luo Fengtang immediately saw the brown hare running towards a small hillock in the distance.

"Old Man Yan, Tang YaZi, you guys wait, we'll have a different taste at noon."

When the sound came, Yang Ruqing had already flown over and grabbed a horse, with a bow and arrow in her hand.

"Drive"

She clamped her legs tightly around the horse's belly, and the steed whinnied before charging out.

He chased after the direction where the rabbit had disappeared.

Seeing this, Luò Fēng Táng panicked and turned to grab his horse to chase after him, but Yán Huái ?n stopped him. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! ?

Yan Huai smiled and shook his head: "Brother Luo, there is no need to worry. There are no people or wolves within dozens of miles of here, Miss Yang will be safe."

But

"Haha, listen to this old man, Miss Yang, with all these days of travel, you must be feeling quite stifled."

“Let her run wild for a while, she’ll be back soon.” Yan Huai’an said.

Then, Luo Fengtang could only let her go.

He took one last glance in the direction she had run.

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Her figure on horseback was almost running toward the slope over there.

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If she doesn't come back in a while, he'll go looking for her again.

Then, Luo Fengtang continued to chat with Yan Huai'an. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Now, let's talk about Yang Ruoqing's side.

She rode a horse, one hand gripping the bow and arrow, the other holding the reins, her legs squeezed tight against the horse's belly.

Chasing after the rabbit that was sprinting ahead.

Wow, this prairie is really nice. You could ride your horse freely and not worry about hitting anyone.

There is truly a feeling of boundless space for fish to leap and the sky limitless for birds to fly.

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It made her want to sing out loud, belt a song about a female version of the horse tamer's pole.

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"Oh, the beautiful woman on horseback, I am so mighty and powerful, my steed races like the wind."

The rabbit that was running ahead, I estimate it's about this big and has never heard such a loud voice.

Perhaps he was startled by her sudden outburst of singing.

It suddenly came to a halt, tilting its head and standing there for two seconds, frozen in place.

"Whoosh"

A feather arrow just shot out from that very spot.

It struck the rabbit's hind leg directly.

The massive force sent the rabbit tumbling head over heels before it landed, struggling to get up.

"Haha, you little one still can't catch me"

Yang Ruqing had dismounted and was running quickly toward this side, she picked up the rabbit.

Wow, it weighs five or six pounds!

After cleaning the rabbit fur, we roast it over the fire. Everyone gets a piece of rabbit meat.

Thinking of this, her mouth watered. She picked up the rabbit and turned to leave, just then, a chaotic and powerful sound of hooves approached from afar.

She heard a voice shouting, "Anyone carrying a rabbit, stop!"

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Yang Ruqing turned around.

A group of men had arrived before her, all dressed in fox fur coats, each one tall and strong.

The man at the head was wearing many small braids and adorned with silver jewelry.

At first glance, it's clear they are foreigners.