Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life-Chapter 682 - 678: Nothing to Be Afraid Of

The little girl hid the candy and walked out of the yurt with Lin Wanwan.

Baye Feng saw that Lin Wanwan was still dressed in Hu attire, and furrowed his brows slightly.

He couldn’t understand why a woman of the Great Tang would love to wear Hu attire. Wasn’t the clothing of the Great Tang beautiful enough?

In modern times, there’s admiration for the foreign. The same was true in this era of the Great Tang.

Every land that knew of the Great Tang "adored Tang and admired Han." For example, Japan and Korea completely followed the customs of the Great Tang, and it was the same in the Western Regions.

The sky in Chang’an was the bluest, the moon the roundest, the clothing the most beautiful, and the food the most plentiful. Cattle and sheep were everywhere, and there was gold everywhere.

Baye Feng’s master, Shi Panduo, was an ardent supporter of Chang’an. A few years ago, he had apprenticed under the High Monk, Xuanzang of the Great Tang, and even helped him smuggle himself out of the country.

However, for some unknown reason, they later parted ways.

Shi Panduo was obsessed with going to Chang’an, but various reasons always prevented him from making the trip.

Influenced by Shi Panduo, Baye Feng also yearned for Chang’an, so he couldn’t understand Tang people wearing Hu attire.

Fortunately, the person in front of him was striking enough to draw attention even in men’s clothing.

"Naba, go herding sheep." After thinking for a moment, Baye Feng opened his mouth to send Naba away.

"No, no, no! I want to follow my brother!" Naba was unwilling, sticking to her brother like a gust of wind, her small hand clasped tightly, refusing to let go.

Lin Wanwan understood well how clingy children at this age could be, always needing to follow wherever you went, too timid to be left alone.

She had thought that poor children matured early, but it seemed that this little girl, because of her brother, hadn’t "taken charge" yet, which she found rather amusing.

Baye Feng grabbed Naba and gave her a swatting on the buttocks, yet it proved utterly useless, resulting only in a wailing fit.

So he had to carry her on his shoulder, with a sullen face saying, "Let’s go."

Lin Wanwan figured that Baye Feng hadn’t really intended not to bring his little sister along. Judging by how quickly he gave in, he had been prepared all along.

Then why put on such a show? Curious.

What’s gained from making a child cry? It’s just noisy.

Lin Wanwan wasn’t afraid of going directly to meet the chief of this unfamiliar tribe.

She now held a nail gun in her hand and a sleeve crossbow on her wrist. In an emergency, she could open the Space-Time Gate, either to escape or to play some tricks—all at her discretion.

On a vast grassland like this one, she didn’t care about revealing her movements, just like when she was in Qiong State.

As long as it wasn’t a place where smart people gathered—like Chang’an or her own base—nowhere else had anything she feared.

Besides, the grassland tribes were all nomadic peoples, here today, who knows where tomorrow.

Even if she let loose, at most it would leave a legend on the grassland. Once passed around, who could guess what version it would become?

What do grassland matters have to do with the Village Lady of Le’an? She had no psychological burden at all.

In meeting the tribal chief, if possible, she could even do some trading.

Walking a while, the three of them were nearing the chief’s yurt when Baye Feng received news that the chief wasn’t there.

The heroic brows of Baye Feng furrowed.

Such a good opportunity, yet the chief wasn’t around. Was this just a coincidence?

"What a pity, since your chief isn’t here, I shall leave for now," Lin Wanwan casually remarked.

Baye Feng looked up at the sky and said indifferently, "It’s about to rain. If you leave now, you’ll be trapped by the rain. I advise you to stay and wait for the rain to pass."

Lin Wanwan exclaimed, "The weather looks good, is it really going to rain?"

"Yes."

"Amazing, you can actually observe the weather."

Baye Feng replied, "On the grasslands, those who live without a fixed abode have ways to observe the weather. Otherwise, survival would be difficult. It’s nothing special."

Lin Wanwan was highly interested and asked, "What do you base your rain prediction on? Can you tell me?"

Baye Feng wanted to stall Lin Wanwan until the chief returned. Seeing her interest, he was willing to say more. He explained, "By observing the clouds during the day and the stars at night. By combining and analyzing the clouds, wind, and objects, one wouldn’t be mistaken about the weather.

Look at the clouds in the sky now, drifting from north to south, and the cloud layers are low and thick. Then look at the distant mountain peaks, the trees are clear and close. This signifies that the clouds are laden with rain, and a downpour is imminent."

Observing the clouds and distant mountains as he described, Lin Wanwan sighed, "It really looks like what you say, the wisdom of you ancients is indeed not to be underestimated."

"Ancients?" Baye Feng glanced at Lin Wanwan, feeling rather puzzled inside.

Lin Wanwan smiled without explaining.

The three of them returned the way they came, achieving nothing, back to the yurt of Baye Feng and his sister.

But for Lin Wanwan, having crossed the entire tribe, she felt she had witnessed a lot of history. Comparing these yurts with modern yurts in guesthouses, there was a sense of cross-temporal experience.

The little girl Naba was a sight too miserable to behold, with a runny nose and teary eyes.

Baye Feng carried her into the yurt to wash her face with water, while Lin Wanwan stayed outside observing the surroundings.

At this moment, the tribe suddenly became lively; it turned out that everyone had spotted the signs of a caravan.

Every passing trade caravan meant a chance to make money for the tribe, naturally exciting them.

Baye Feng said to Lin Wanwan, "It’s about to rain. I need to drive the sheep back to the pen, you can rest in my yurt for now."

Saying this, he shouted at the little girl inside, who immediately darted out, leaping onto him.

Baye Feng frowned slightly, seemingly displeased with his sister’s laziness in not wanting to walk, but he didn’t throw her off and instead supported her from behind to prevent her from falling.

Lin Wanwan realized that he was a very loving elder brother, and the siblings shared a strong bond.

Of course, she wasn’t going to stay in Baye Feng’s yurt, nor was she interested in watching them herd sheep.

The Hu Shang were about to arrive, so she could use the pack of salt she had to trade for their goods.

The Hu Shang from the Great Tang brought goods to the Great Tang, including slaves and various gemstones, spices, and other luxuries.

Countries in the Middle East like Persia and Arabia were rich in pearls and all sorts of gemstones, and naturally, they actively engaged in trade to make a living with these gifts from nature.

Thus, they transported luxury goods to Chang’an to sell to the princes, nobles, and huge merchants.

Lin Wanwan had come across them and definitely needed to intercept it!

She hoped this caravan didn’t focus on spices, as she wasn’t keen on them; she wanted gemstones.

Using a pack of iodized fine salt that could be easily bought in a modern supermarket, she wanted to trade for their turquoise, sapphire, ruby, pearls, diamonds, translucent agate...

Hiss, just thinking about it made her salivate.

Lin Wanwan gazed towards the caravan heading her way, her eyes gleaming with fiery light.