Sigh, it seemed they'd guessed right. It really wasn't something as simple as a cold. He'd been feeling unwell lately, and when he weighed himself the afternoon before yesterday, he was about nine jin lighter than he'd been last December. His wife told him to check his blood sugar, and yesterday morning it came out at 12.9. He instantly lost all desire to write—he would go to the hospital for a thorough examination tomorrow morning.
Sun Shaozong had originally assumed that the Zhesheli Tribe in the valley would live in felt tents and follow the water and grass, just like the Jurchen herdsmen and hunters they had encountered along the way.
But when they drew closer, they discovered that while there were some felt tents, they made up only a tiny fraction of the settlement. Most of the buildings were permanent structures of earth, timber, brick, and stone.
Further into the valley, they could vaguely make out the traces of field ridges.
They had settled down here?
Xingcheng Prefecture, a major stronghold beyond the pass, was only about a hundred-odd li away. Weren't they afraid...
Still, the mountain road was rugged, and the mouth of the valley was easy to defend and hard to attack. If an army truly wanted to strike them, it would not be easy.
And nearly every household had all manner of game hanging from its eaves, making it obvious that there was no shortage of skilled archers in this tribe.
Just as he was considering this, A Lin Qitu came over again with a smile in his eyes. "General, I'll go pay my respects to my father-in-law first. Tonight, we won't stop until we're drunk!"
As he spoke, he brought his two cotton-gloved hands together, then turned and headed off arm in arm with Ha