It is already February, but the northern prairie is still as cold as the twelfth month of winter, with strong winds and heavy snow, and the cold wind is bone-bone.

King Su Zhao Shu sat in the tent and was drinking mutton soup with a big pottery bowl. After drinking, he put down the big bowl and wiped his face, and shouted to the person outside the tent and said, "Give me water."

He had been in the North of Sai for a long time, and visited many tribes along the way, and even the entourage included more than a hundred grassland men of the past.

At the same time, my own living habits have been greatly changed by the harsh living environment on the grassland.

He also wants to have delicious food every day, clean and spotless, but what about the fact?

Zhao Shu not only used a large bowl of stone pottery when drinking soup, but even got used to eating meat. As for personal hygiene, look at the big beard on his face and the oil stars stained on his beard, what else can I understand?

He was also helpless!

The Song people were not savages, especially high-ranking people. No one took a handful of face as a beauty. But the wind and snow on the grassland taught him how great a beard was.

Although that's more of a psychological effect?

But Zhao Shu really thinks that his beard can prevent cold and freezing.

He was a mascot on the grassland and walked among tribes. Naturally, it was impossible for him to drink and eat meat with tribe leaders in tents. He had to appear outside and before the herders of various tribes.

When condolences to refugees, you should not put your airs too high. This does not require reminders from the entourage staff, so Zhao Shu knows it.

He knew very well what the meaning of his trip to the grassland was, that was to show his presence and that was to be famous.

It is natural to show that it is more friendly to the people.

But this is how he really endured. The cold wind on the prairie blew on his face was like a knife cut, and the cold wind was straight down the gap and heading towards his neck, and drilling into his sleeves, all of which were like needles.

Even if he wears oil every day, he feels that his face is not his face anymore.

So, a good beard, a big beard, a bearded face, is better.

He could not take his scarf to talk to the herdsmen. With a beard, Zhao Shu always felt that his skin was warmer.

Bamur is a Tatar. Although he is not old when it comes to martial arts, he is one of the few good players among Zhao Shu's personal guards when it comes to martial arts.

He was eating mutton around the bonfire outside the tent. He heard King Su shouting in the tent, and the person was still a little confused because he could hardly speak Chinese. The fault was that the patriarch of his tribe directly gave him to Zhao Shu. He might not be able to endure hunger in his broken tent. But the people next to him understood, so they quickly threw down the barbecue in their hands. Several people held the basin, the towels and soapcorns, and the water bottles were carried, and the water bottles were carried. In the end, only Bamur was left with a bucket of cold water.

Zhao Shu has grown up a beard in the past few months. He can apply oil on his beard, making it smooth and smooth, and can block the wind with a faint feeling, but he will definitely not accept the oily stars on his face.

The heads of the grassland tribe he had seen during these days were not only greasy, but even his clothes were covered with a layer of oil, and he had an uncoverable smell of fishy smell.

If Zhao Shu had not known his ultimate goal, if he had not known that he had to work hard for Lao Jiu on the dragon throne, and seek a better future, he would not have been willing to suffer here.

"These hardships and fatigue are all for my future." Zhao Shu would comfort himself like this whenever he couldn't stand it.

Just like the old ninth person sitting on the dragon throne, wasn’t he also gained a great country that he went to the battlefield and took risks in person?

If you want to get it, you must make a contribution.

Unless you want to lose the great opportunity in front of you and continue to be the short prince in Bianjing City.

Zhao Shu didn't want to.

The second and fourth brothers in front of him died early. Although the fifth brothers are ranked, they are actually the third brothers. The eldest brothers Zhao Huan and the second brothers Zhao Kai were either because of the promise made by Lao Jiu when they abdicated, or because of the old man's biasedness - the old man has always been biased towards Zhao Kai, and now he has a way out, it is his turn. Zhao Shu was unwilling to ruin this good omen. He definitely didn't want to be so unbearable.

A group of people brought water into the tent, a not-so-large marching tent.

After Zhao Shu used hot water to slap his face, he leaned comfortably on the chair and did not move. The person in charge took the towel and wrapped it around him. Then he pulled out an extremely sharp dagger from his waist and carefully shaved Zhao Shu's beard.

We will be able to arrive at the Mogus tribe tomorrow, which is close to the Luan River, located on the border between the former Liaozhongjing Road and Shangjing Road. When Zhao Shu returns here, it also means he has to go back home and leave the grassland.

The Mogus tribe was placed with a large ice creep that Zhao Shu took when he came to the grassland, or an ice truck. He had previously taken an ice truck in Bei'anzhou, and walked along the frozen Luan River, and then turned to the north from here.

What is more beautiful now than when he arrived is that Zhao Shu no longer has to show his presence in front of the herdsmen of the tribes along the Luanhe River. He just needs to stay honestly in the camp with ice trucks as the core and wait for the leaders of all tribes to come and meet.

Only then did Zhao Shu think about shaving and restoring his true identity.

He is about to return to the Han area. If he really dares to be like a beggar, that would be inappropriate.

Bamur's status with Zhao Shu is not high, but no matter how low he is, he is also a close friend of Zhao Shu. He has a different prestige among the more than a hundred grassland men under Zhao Shu.

After being sent, Bamur rarely went to search for a translator or guide to learn Chinese today, but returned to his residence, a tent that looked like the size of a marching tent with Zhao Shu, but there were twenty people living here.

Bamur lay on his bed, staring at the top of the tent with his eyes blankly. Zhao Shu's shaved behavior told him, "He is really going to leave the grassland soon..."

The abnormal behavior attracted the attention of others in the same tent. The last man who had the closest relationship with Bamur asked him: "Bamur, what's wrong with Bamur? Did he be scolded by noble people?"

Bamur's prestige among these grassland men was not entirely based on his identity as Zhao Shu's personal follower. Before he obtained Zhao Shu's personal follower, Bamur beat up many of them.

Bamur's prestige was made with fists, feet and bows. In this tent, his prestige was very high.

After hearing this question, everyone looked at him without hiding it.

"I'm just a guard, how can I offend a noble man?"
Chapter completed!