Under Juyongguan City, Haril and Shahalu carried a long stone and moved to the place where the foundation was laid, and then carefully put it down. As soon as they straightened up and took a breath, they were urged by the supervisor beside them to move another piece. The two of them were so angry that they cursed in their hearts, but they did not dare to have any dissatisfaction on the surface.

When Shaharu first came here to work, he was still full of resentment and heavy labor every day, which even made him feel that he would die here sooner or later.

But I have to say that people have a very strong adaptability. After working for this period of time, Shaharu gradually adapted, and he also learned to stop complaining. After all, every complaining may be exchanged for a whip from the supervisor, so he could only hold his dissatisfaction in his heart.

Compared with Shaharu, the young Haril was more adaptable, and he even deliberately tried to please the supervisor. Although the effect was not great, at least he was less whipped.

In addition, although the Ming Dynasty managed prisoners of war, it was still guaranteed in terms of food. After all, the Ming Dynasty now needed manpower everywhere, and these prisoners of war were all good laborers, so if it was not necessary, the Ming Dynasty would not deliberately abuse them.

After finally reaching the east mountain of the sun, the supervisors drove the prisoners back to their residences. Compared with the cages some time ago, Shaharu and the others have now lived in the shed. After all, the weather has begun to get colder, and the cold wind outside the gate can blow into people's bones, so the accommodation conditions of these prisoners have also improved a little to prevent them from being frozen to death.

Shaharu and Haril returned to their small shed. Although the shed was leaking everywhere, it was at least much stronger than the previous cage. At least they could stretch their bodies in the shed. Moreover, they lived in the same shed, rather than like other prisoners of war, more than a dozen people lived in the same shed, which was their only preferential treatment.

Before the weather was completely dark, someone soon came to give the prisoners of war. Compared to Timur's harshness on slaves, the dinner of these prisoners of war was not bad. A large bowl of vegetable porridge plus a few cooked potatoes, although the taste was not very good, at least it was something that people ate.

Shaharu and Haril were both tired and hungry. After receiving the supper, they also ate voraciously. However, Shaharu complained while eating, complaining that the quality of the food was too poor. After all, he was a nobleman at least, how could he eat these things for himself?

Of course, no matter how much I complain, Shaharu ate faster than Haril. When he finished the meal, Haril had a potato left in his hand. As a result, Shaharu leaned over and said with shameless face, "Haril, I'm not full yet. Do you think that giving this potato to me is your filial piety as your nephew?"

"I think beautifully, I haven't eaten enough yet!" Harrier immediately hid the potato in his arms. He deliberately kept the potato in order to eat it when he was hungry in the middle of the night. After all, the weather is cold now and it is easy to get hungry at night.

"Stingy, my father was so partial to you, what did I say?" Shaharu couldn't help but vent his qi when he saw the other party's reaction.

"Grandfather cares about me and you, let alone don't know what you do in secret." Harrier said with a blank look.

When he was in Samarkand, Shaharu regarded Haril as the biggest threat to his continued Khan position, so the two of them fought openly and secretly, and there were countless conflicts in private. There were even several times when they almost broke up. It was just that Timur was pressing on them, which made them dare not act rashly.

But things are impermanent. No one expected that they would fall to the Ming Dynasty together. However, even to this point, their relationship has not been greatly relieved. It was just that they used to fight for power, but now they are quarreling because of a potato.

Seeing that Haril was not given, Shaharu also snorted coldly, sat aside and stopped making any more noise. Soon it became dark. The two of them lay on the thatch in various ways, covered their hair and fell asleep deeply.

However, in the middle of the night, a strong wind suddenly blew in from the cracks in the shed, which quickly woke the two of them up. Shaharu sat up with the quilt and surrounded the thatched grass by himself. This would make it warmer, but it was still so cold that it couldn't sleep.

Harriel also woke up. At this time, it was warmer for the two of them to snuggle together, but both of them repelled each other from the bottom of their hearts, so it was impossible to get together.

However, compared to the hard-working Shaharu, Haril took out the hidden potatoes from his arms and ate them slowly in small bites. In this cold weather, stuttering can make people feel much warmer.

Smelling the aroma of food from the potatoes, Shaharu was also hungry and angry, and wanted to be shameless and begging him, but thinking of Haril's previous rejection made him unable to speak in the end.

After the hard day, the supervisor did not urge them to get up, and even delivered more breakfast than usual. After dinner, Harry and the others realized that because of the cold wind last night, someone in the prisoner-of-war camp was frozen to death.

It is probably because of this reason that some of the prisoners of war were left behind and the shed they lived in was renovated to at least allow the shed to have a certain insulation function so that no one would freeze to death. After all, these prisoners of war were all money.

Shaharu and Haril were the ones who stayed to work, which was also a bad idea. After all, repairing a shed is much lighter than moving stones on the construction site, and they can also repair the sheds they live in to be more solid and warm.

However, just as Haril and Shaharu were working, an officer came to the camp, glanced at everyone and asked, "Who is Shaharu?"

"I...I am!" Shaharu was stunned for a moment before he realized, and immediately stood up and said.

The officer looked at Shaharu and then said, "Come with me!"

"What's wrong with me?" Shaharu said with some concern when he heard this. When he spoke, he looked at Haril next to him. After all, Haril's identity is no lower than him. If the Ming army wants to attack him, why not bring Haril with him?

Haril clearly saw Shaharu's thoughts, and cursed in his heart, then quietly shrank his body back, trying not to notice him. After all, as prisoners and descendants of Timur, it is normal for the Ming Dynasty to do anything to them.
Chapter completed!