Reclaiming Wasteland: Carefree Mountain Farmer

Chapter 144 Universal Language

They marched north from Chang'an Prefecture to Yanzhou, and then northwest for more than ten days to reach the capital of the Great Xia Kingdom.

He has changed weapons more than ten times and killed countless people.

As Beiji Wu entered the capital of the Great Xia Dynasty, warriors in front of him charged toward him, shouting in a language he couldn't understand.

He wielded his knife and killed someone.

The Qiang man, dressed in a fur coat, collapsed in a pool of blood, his face contorted in pain.

Beijiwu kicked him aside and continued walking towards the palace.

This small city of over 100,000 people harbors tens of thousands of soldiers. Perhaps due to the recent establishment of the country, many of these soldiers are extremely fearless.

Many surrendered, especially after discovering that kneeling would save their lives.

Arctic Martial casually beheaded a young man who was holding a weapon. Although the man was kneeling, he was still holding a weapon.

It was during his impulsive youth that Beijiwu feared he might do something foolish.

The entire capital of the Great Xia Dynasty was in a state of extreme fear. From the morning onwards, the gates of the palace were locked, and the scene was like a living hell.

When Beiji Wu strolled around the palace, he would send anyone he encountered carrying a weapon, regardless of gender, back to their family.

After a brief silence of three or four minutes, Beijiwu, who was continuing to walk forward, heard a sound like that of a wildcat.

cat?
Beijiwu was intrigued; catching a Western Region cat to catch mice would be a great idea.

There was only one palace nearby that looked like an entrance. Beijiwu walked straight in and strolled through the seemingly sacred white palace, where he could see the people inside in the morning sunlight around eight or nine o'clock.

The room was large, but the corners were small.

Inside, there was a timid, seven- or eight-year-old blonde girl and a chestnut-haired woman who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, who was breastfeeding a baby.

Beijiwu entered the seventy or eighty-meter-long palace bedroom, casually sat on the golden bed beside it, and casually placed his long sword on the table.

On the table next to the golden bed were many dried fruits and steamed buns, as well as what looked like dried meat chunks.

Arctic Warriors were unsure what kind of meat this jerky was; these people were willing to eat any kind of meat as long as they didn't eat humans.

The woman inside the house, holding a small child, looked at the intruder with tension and fear.

Beijiwu didn't do anything; he casually picked up the jerky on top, tore it open, and tasted it.

It tasted alright, but not as good as hot chicken.

Beijiwu only tried one piece, then threw the rest of the jerky to the two shivering men in the corner.

Because it was the dead of winter, they naturally felt cold when they first woke up in the morning.

The young mother quickly understood what she meant, and without hesitation, she reached out and took the meat strip.

She used her bent legs to prevent the child from falling, and stuffed the meat strips that Beijiwu had given her into her mouth with both hands.

Arctic Martial gave some more jerky to another girl.

The girl in the white fur cloak didn't want to eat what Arctic Wu had thrown away.

Beijiwu ignored her and looked at the woman who looked like a princess of Western Xia, and the child in her arms.

Arctic Martial thought the woman was going to continue breastfeeding the child, but then she did something completely unexpected.

She placed the child, who had stopped crying, on the ground and gently pushed him to Arctic Martial's feet, then waited with a timid expression for Arctic Martial to make his move.

The girls nearby also watched Arctic Wu nervously, then hid behind the woman in fear.

Arctic Warrior knew this might be the end of the child's life for him, as most animals and humans only want their wives to take care of their children.

If the woman keeps the child, she will have to take care of it for a long time and will not be able to have any other children.

Arctic Warrior laid down his weapon and picked up the child.

She stretched out her arms and legs haphazardly like a turtle, trying to find warm food and a hug, wanting to go back to nursing.

Beijiwu nodded slightly to the woman and placed the child back in her arms to nurse. This time, the woman quickly hugged the child tightly, as if she had received permission.

After seeing that everything was alright, Beijiwu returned to his bed to rest, thinking that things should be more or less calm outside.

While he was resting and taking a break, Beijiwu sensed movement in his field of vision and quickly came to his senses to look at the two people in the room.

The young Western Xia princess climbed up to Beiji Wu's side, and after finding that he did not drive her away, she stayed close to this powerful man.

This time, Beijiwu did not resist. He reached out and hugged the woman's head, pondering what a good name to give her.

To communicate effectively, the first step is to establish a name and identity; naming is a form of recognition.

What I need right now is to be able to call on the people I need at any time, so it's essential to distinguish them by name.

Children as young as three can learn everyday language; these people are not primitive, nor are they any different from modern people.

They were simply afraid of violence and knew they had no way to resist it; they could only rely on obedience to gain a little space to survive.

The name should not be too complicated; the simpler, the better.

"Sophie."

Beijiwu grabbed her hair, forcing the woman, who always kept her head down, to look up at him.

"Sophie."

After Beijiwu let go, the girl quickly looked down at the ground, then at the food and the child, and soon lowered her head again to lie down beside Beijiwu's legs, rubbing her hair against his body, trying her best to survive.

Arctic Warrior grabbed the woman's hair again, forcing her to look up at him!
"Sophie!"

This time, Beijiwu grabbed her hair for more than ten seconds.

After Arctic Martial released his grip, he stood up, picked up his knife, and walked seven or eight meters away. Standing at a distance, he called out to the woman, "Sophie!"

Sophie sat in the spot she had been in, looking at him.

After waiting a few seconds, Beijiwu reached in and pulled the girl out.

"Sophie! Your name is Sophie!!" Arctic Martial shouted as he implanted the memory into her!
Sophie finally realized something: when the man shouted like that, she needed to look at him or go to his side.

The girl next to her sat there cowering, watching this scene. She may have thought about resisting, but in the end, she did nothing.

Arctic Warrior released the woman and walked outside, then turned back and called into the house, "Sophie! Mary!"

Sophie stood up, cautiously looking at Arctic Martial, and tentatively approached this dangerous man who, however, might not kill her.

Arctic Martial walked over, grabbed Sophie's arm, and dragged her directly to the door.

Sophie struggled in terror, pleading repeatedly, but Arctic Martial couldn't understand her.

Arctic Warrior quickly released her and explained to the terrified Sophie, "Sophie!"

Beijiwu pointed at Sophie's chest with one finger, then pointed at another girl who dared not move.

"Mary!"

Sophie nodded quickly, indicating that she understood.

Arctic Martial took a few steps outside and called out, "Sophie, Mary."

Sophie quickly approached Arctic Martial, only feeling relieved after escaping a fight this time.

Upon seeing the two girls in the corner of the wall in the distance, Sophie hesitated for a moment, then quickly went over and picked up the little girl and baby, pulling them over with her.

Beijiwu looked at them, then quickly turned and walked outside.

Sophie and Mary quickly followed with the children.

It didn't matter what their names were before; from this morning onward, they accepted the mountain farming culture and the cultural influence of the mountain farming chief.

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"Shan Nong Daily! Shan Nong Daily! King Wu destroyed the Western Xia royal palace, killed 20,000 enemies, captured 110,000 cattle and sheep, 10,000 camels, 130,000 prisoners, tens of thousands of gold and silver, and a thousand craftsmen. He also killed 30 members of the Xia royal family and took in more than 100 princesses and queens."

(End of this chapter)