At this time, the handover at the border has ended.

A total of 9,177 Han slaves.

They were all women with dull faces.

Why are there no male Han slaves? It’s because the Turks don’t keep any males.

This is caused by the cruel tradition of the grassland.

Kill the men and keep the women!

This is a tradition not only for peoples other than Turks, but also for internal battles among the Turks themselves. For example, if there is a war between two tribes, and one tribe defeats the other tribe, then all the prisoners will be concentrated.

Together, they would pull a carriage and pass them through the hall one by one. All men taller than the wheel would have their heads chopped off with a knife.

The only ones left behind are women. (There is Genghis Khan in the back. When he was a child, his tribe was conquered. At that time, his enemies repeatedly pulled Genghis Khan to compare the wheels, but unfortunately they were always so far behind that they could not kill him.)

…

"Rush forward and protect people!"

I don't know who suddenly let out a low roar, and instantly there was a group of dark figures.

However, they were not Ma Sanbao's cavalry.

It's not like rushing up to kill the Turks.

The first ones to rush forward were a group of petty officials with fanatical faces. They all rushed to the border stone monument as if they were crazy, and then stared straight at the Han slaves.

Every time a Han slave crossed the border, he was immediately fought over by petty officials. It was the petty officials who were responsible for receiving and fighting for the slave, but behind them were their own logistics teams.

There is acceptance and logistics.

Everything looks like it has been practiced countless times.

So every time a Han slave stepped across the border, when her feet had just set foot on Han territory, a clerk immediately roared loudly, pulling his neck like a roar and shouting: "This Han slave

Sister is our team, none of you are allowed to argue with me, come on, brothers, big coat!"

So, a big coat was handed over in an instant.

The clerk grabbed the big coat and hurriedly put it on the Han slave.

Then, roar again!

"Hurry up and get a portable small stove, the one that's already lit, to keep this compatriot sister warm. She's so cold... Her hands are rotten from the cold..."

Small officials are also human beings, even though they come from aristocratic families.

But they are all remote branches of aristocratic families, and their lives are poor. It is precisely because of this background that they are more compassionate.

Supplies were delivered one by one.

The clerk matched the Han slaves one by one.

The person responsible for handing over the big coat was a servant. At this time, his face was full of eagerness, and he kept urging the little official: "Sir, keep fighting, keep fighting, our team still has a lot to accomplish!"

…

Big coat!

Small stove!

The thick porridge in a skin bag has been warmed in advance.

A small piece of cake!

A small piece of jerky!

This was not because he was unwilling to give food and drink to the Han slaves, but because a hungry person might starve to death if he suddenly ate too much. Therefore, Gu Tianya made a strict order early on that no receiving group was allowed to provide too much food.

When this Han slave who set foot in the territory of the Han family was finally taken in, her dull and numb face was full of timidity and panic. She didn't know why this was the case, and she didn't understand why she was treated so well.

She hadn't worn a coat for a long time, but now someone put one on her. This coat was so thick that the cold wind couldn't blow through it.

A small stove was also stuffed into her hand, and it was actually spraying out scorching heat despite the cold weather, making her shiver subconsciously, thinking it was a dream.

She drank thick porridge with just the right temperature. This was something she had not tasted for a long, long time.

She timidly nibbled on the small piece of pancake. Someone next to her helped her tear up the small piece of dried meat carefully, and then handed it to her with a gentle face to eat.

She stared blankly at the person who accepted her, a young man in his early twenties. She had been a woman from a poor family since she was a child. She could tell at a glance that this young man was definitely not from a poor background.

Such a good man with a gentle manner, his gentleness should only be enjoyed by a lady from an official family!

But why?

He is actually so gentle to me?

Just when she was frightened and confused, she finally heard the soft comforting voice of the man in front of her.

Short, just one sentence.

Warm and considerate!

"Sister, welcome home! We are the Youyun Gu family. From today on, we will protect you..."

go home?

Youyun Gu family?

Protect me?

The Han slave was stunned.

Then, suddenly, hot tears burst out.

Home!

she's back!

She no longer had to fear being whipped or beaten, she heard someone saying that they would protect her.

Shelter is more than just protection! With shelter, she can live well.

Live like a human being.

…

The clerk helped her cover up her coat, and then began to introduce herself in a gentle voice, with a gentle face: "Sister, remember, you will live with us from now on. My name is Wang Changling, and I am Youyun Gu.

A clerk of the family, my number is No. 7, and I am the leader of the seventh group that welcomes relatives back home. Have you seen these ten servants behind me? They are also the service personnel of our group. "

"Sister, I am very happy. Today, I can receive you as soon as possible. Although we are not blood relatives, Mr. Gu once said that relatives should not be close by flesh and blood. Sister, starting from today

Just live with us..."

"Sister, our Gu family has many rules, but every rule is to make the people live a better life. You have just returned home now, and you must still be uneasy in your heart. So, brother, I won't introduce you more.

In short, you must remember that you are in the seventh group now, and you must not be tempted by other groups. In that case, my work will be in vain, brother."

"Although it doesn't matter that my work is in vain, brother, after all, as long as I can rescue the eldest sister, I will be very happy, but we siblings hit it off at first sight. Sister, it is definitely better for you to be in my group than to be in other groups.

.”

"I am from the Wang family in Taiyuan, and my family background is barely better than that of other branches of scholars. My family has some small wealth, which can help our group develop better. So, eldest sister, you must stay in our group."

"Whether it's food, clothing or housing, brother, I can help my eldest sister solve it. Even if you want to find a good job, brother, I can help you compete with others. I was once praised by Mr. Gu.

The husband has a little respect, so, sister, you must stay in our group..."

A long exhortation, full of sincerity.

Between the true love and affection, there is still a little bit of urgency.

Although Han Nu seemed to understand, she could feel the sincerity of this young man, so she nodded gently, and then said softly: "I promise you, Gu Sanniang, I will not

Go to another group."

"Okay, okay, eldest sister really fell in love with me...wait, what did you just say? You said...you said your surname is Gu?"

This petty official, who was born in the Wang family of Taiyuan, was trembling all over.

The ten officers behind him were obviously shaking.

After a long time, someone stammered and asked anxiously and expectantly: "Sister...Sister Gu, do you still remember your origins?"

"The origin of the slave family?"

The Han slave woman murmured.

Immediately, a memory-like tenderness appeared on her face, and she murmured: "My family lives at the foot of Gushan Mountain. There is a big river in front of the mountain. Our village is small, but the people in the village are very kind. Although I have been robbed for many years,

But I still remember the name of my hometown. Sometimes I think, I must not forget the name of my hometown. Even if I am tortured to death by the Turks, my ghost can follow the name of my hometown and return home. My home

, in Gujiacun..."

Buzz!

The clerks and servants felt a loud roar in their heads.

Gujiacun!

Gujiacun!
To be continued...