The next morning, there was no wind or snow. The smoke from the yurt was like a slender and tall white birch tree. The branches of the tree shot straight into the sky and into the Tengri. The cows and sheep were still slowly ruminating. The sunlight had driven away the cold of the winter night. The layer of frost on the cows and sheep had just turned into white dew, and soon it turned into a thin white fog.
Chen Zhen asked his neighbor Guan Bu to herd sheep for him for a day. Guan Bu was a herdsman, a controlled person at that time. He had been deprived of grazing rights, but the four educated youths asked him to herd livestock whenever they had the chance, and Gasmai would give him the corresponding work. Chen Zhen and the other shepherd, Yang Ke, got on a light ox cart with iron wheels and went to Elder Bilig's house.
Chen Zhen's classmate, Yang Ke, who lived in the same yurt as him, was the son of a famous professor at a famous university in Beijing. The number of books in his house was equivalent to a small library. In high school, Chen Zhen often exchanged books with Yang Ke. After reading them, they would exchange their thoughts on them, and they were always very congenial. When Yang Ke was in Beijing, he was gentle and shy. When he talked to strangers, he would blush. Unexpectedly, after eating mutton steak and milk tofu in the grassland for two years and basking in the strong violet sunlight of the Mongolian Plateau, he had turned into a strong grassland man in the blink of an eye. His hands and face were as red as the herdsmen, and his personality was much less scholarly. At this moment, Yang Ke was even more excited than Chen Zhen. He sat on the ox cart and knocked on the ox's hip bone with a wooden stick as he said, I didn't sleep well last night. Next time Abba Billig goes hunting, you must let me go with him. I'll do it even if I have to lie down for two days and two nights. It was really unheard of for a wolf to do such a good thing for a human. Today, I have to dig out a yellow goat with my own hands before I can believe it…Can we really bring back a cart of yellow goats?
How could it be fake? Chen Zhen smiled and said," Abba said that no matter how difficult it is to dig, we have to make sure to fill up our family's ox cart first so that we can use the yellow sheep to exchange for things and New Year's goods. We can buy more big felt for our bags."
Yang Ke was so happy that he waved his wooden stick and beat the cow until it glared. He said to Chen Zhen,"It seems that you haven't been obsessed with wolves for two years. In the future, I have to learn the art of hunting from wolves." Perhaps, it will be useful in future wars…What you said might really be a rule. If you live a primitive nomadic life on this prairie for a long time, in the end, no matter which ethnic group you are, you will have to worship wolves and worship them as your teachers. For example, the Xiongnu, Wusun, Turks, Mongol, and other grassland ethnic groups are all like this. This is also written in the books. However, other than the Han people. I'm sure that even if we Han people stay in the grasslands for a few centuries, we won't worship the wolf totem.
Not necessarily. Chen Zhen reined in his horse and said,"For example, I've already been subdued by the grassland wolves. I've only been in the grassland for a little more than two years."
Yang Ke retorted," But the vast majority of the people in China are farmers, or they were born farmers. The Han people have a more stubborn sense of small-scale farming than stainless steel. If they go to the grasslands, it would be strange if they don't skin the wolves." The Han people in China were farmers and herbivores. They were afraid of wolves and hated them to the core. Why would they worship the wolf totem? The Han people of the Celestial Empire worshipped the Dragon King, who was in charge of the lifeline of agriculture-the dragon totem. They could only prostrate themselves in worship, fear and trepidation, and submit to adversity. How could they dare to learn from wolves, protect wolves, worship wolves, and kill wolves like the Mongolians? Their totems were the ones that could directly inspire their national spirit and character. There was a huge difference between the characters of farmers and nomads. In the past, Wang Yang Dahai didn't feel anything when he was drowning in the Han people, but when he came to the grasslands, the bad habits of our farming people were all exposed. My dad might be a professor, but my dad's grandfather and my mom's grandmother are both farmers…
Chen Zhen continued,"Especially in ancient times, the Mongolian people, whose population was only one percent of the Han people, had a far greater impact on the world than the Han people." Until now, the Han people of China were still called Mongolians by the West, and the Han people themselves accepted this name. However, when the Qin and Han Dynasties unified the Chinese Empire, the ancestors of the Mongolian people did not even have the name of Mongolia. I really feel bad for the Han people. The people of the Celestial Empire liked to build the Great Wall and boast that they were the central country of the world, the Central Empire. However, in the eyes of the ancient Westerners, China was just a " silk country,"" porcelain country," and " tea country." Even the Russians had always believed that the small Khitan in history was China, and they still called China " Chedayi."
It seemed that wolves were really worth a mystery. Yang Ke said: I was also infected by you, causing me to look at the history books in the direction of Xirong, Dongyi, Beidi and Nanman. I also want to fight with wolves more and more.
Chen Zhen said,"Look, you're almost a Mongolian." Transfuse some wolf blood. Only crossbreeds have an advantage.
I really have to thank you for encouraging me to come to the grasslands, said Yang Ke. Do you know which of your words hit my vital point? Forgot? This is what you said, that the grasslands have the vastest primitive and freedom.
Chen Zhen let go of the bit and said,"That's definitely not what I said. You're jealous of my original words."
The two of them laughed loudly, and the ox cart ran out with two streams of snow.
The crowd, the dogs, and the carriages formed a lively scene similar to that of the gypsies on the snowfield.
The entire Gasmai production team, four Haotes (two yurts next to each other were called Haotes), and eight yurts were all provided with manpower and ox carts. Eight or nine ox-carts were loaded with felt, long ropes, wooden shovels, firewood, and wooden hooks. They were all dressed in glistening, blackened, and patched with charred sheepskin from the dirty work they did. However, the humans and dogs were as happy as the tribes of the ancient Mongolian army who went to clean up the battlefield and collect the spoils of war. The caravan of horses drank and sang along the way. A flat wine pot with a felt cover passed from the front to the back of the team, and from the hands of the women to the mouths of the men. Once the song started, the Mongolian folk songs, hymns, war songs, drinking songs, and love songs could no longer be stopped. Forty to fifty Mongolian dogs were all dressed up. For this rare trip, they were so excited that they seemed to have gone crazy. They rolled around the convoy, bit each other, and flirted with each other.
Chen Zhen, Ba Tu, and Lanmu Zhabu, two horsekeepers, as well as five or six cowherds and shepherds, surrounded the old man Bilig like a tribal chief. Lanmuzhabu, who had a wide face, straight nose, and big eyes of Turkic descent, said, No matter how accurate my marksmanship is, it can't compare to your ability. You don't have to use a single shot to let the entire group live a rich year. Even if you have a Han disciple like Chen Zhen, you can't forget about your old Mongolian disciple. I didn't expect the wolves to surround that mountain yesterday.
The old man glared at him and said,"When you hunt in the future, you have to think more about the few old people and educated youths in the group. Don't let them only smell the meat and not see you send it over." Chen Zhen went to your house, and you thought of giving him a lamb leg. Was this how Mongolians treated their guests? When we were young, the first yellow goat and otter we hunted every year would be given to the elderly and guests. Young man, you have forgotten the old rules passed down by the Great Khan. Let me ask you, how many more wolves do you need to catch up to the wolf hunting hero Buhe of the Bai Yin and Bi Commune? Do you really want to appear in the newspapers, on the radio, and receive that award? If you kill the wolf, where will your soul go after you die? Are you planning to be like the Han people, to break a piece of turf after you die, occupy a piece of land, and bury it in the soil to feed maggots and insects? Your soul will not be able to ascend to Tengri. The old man sighed and said," The last time I went to Qili for a meeting, the old people in the southern community were all worried. They said that they hadn't seen wolves there for half a year. They all wanted to settle down in Elun..."
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