Chen Zhen nodded, then lay down and gently pushed the felt over the snow pit bit by bit. Finally, it reached the feet of the ewe, and the snow shell had not collapsed yet. It was unknown if this ewe had been rescued by someone before, or if it was fighting for the last chance of survival for the baby in its belly. It actually jumped onto the big blanket and knelt on the blanket with a plop. Its entire body trembled, and it was almost paralyzed from fatigue and frozen. It was scared silly. Chen Zhen let out a long sigh of relief. The two of them gently walked up to the front blanket and carefully circled the back blanket around the snow pit, pushing it to the west where the snow was hard. After a dozen more turns, they finally arrived at a snowy slope without a single snow pit, but with a lot of sheep dung and hoof prints. The old man said, All right, let it go. If it fell down again, it would be Tengri's intention.
Chen Zhen slowly walked to the side of the yellow goat. In his eyes, it was not a yellow goat, but a docile female deer. It indeed had a pair of beautiful, doe-like eyes. Chen Zhen patted the yellow goat's head. It widened its frightened eyes, which were filled with begging eyes. Chen Zhen caressed the pitiful and helpless weak life kneeling at his feet. His heart trembled slightly. Why didn't he protect these gentle, beautiful, and peace-loving herbivores? Why did he gradually take the position of a bloodthirsty wolf? Chen Zhen, who had grown up listening to stories about Grandmother Wolf, Mister Dongguo, and wolves, as well as all kinds of hate for wolves, could not help but blurt out," These yellow goats were really too pitiful. Wolves are really detestable. They indiscriminately kill the innocent and treat people's lives as if they were not their own. They really should be cut into pieces...
Old man Billig's expression changed. Chen Zhen swallowed the rest of his words in panic. He realized that he had deeply offended the god in the old man's heart and offended the totem of the grassland people. But he could no longer take back his words.
The old man glared at Chen Zhen and said anxiously," Was grass not life? The grasslands weren't fate? In the Mongolian steppe, the grass and the steppe were life, and the rest were life. Life depended on life, and even wolves and humans were life. The things that ate grass were more abominable than the things that ate meat. You think the yellow sheep is pitiful, but isn't the grass pitiful? The yellow goat had four fast legs. Usually, when it ran, it would tire the wolves chasing it until they vomited blood. When the yellow sheep was thirsty, it could run to the river to drink water. When it was cold, it could run to the warm slope to bask in the sun. But what about grass? Although grass was a great life, grass's life was the thinnest and most bitter. The roots were so shallow and the soil was so thin. If it grew on the ground, it could not run more than half a foot. Move it, not three inches; anyone can step on it, eat it, gnaw it, spoil it. A soak of horse urine could burn a large patch of grass to death. If the grass grew in the sand or in the cracks of the stones, it would be so pitiful that the flowers could not bloom and the grass seeds could not be picked out. In the grasslands, the grass was the most pitiful. The most pitiful thing for the Mongolians was the grass and grasslands. In terms of killing, the Yellow Goat Kill was even more powerful than a grass cutter. Was it not "killing" for the yellow sheep to gnaw on the grassland desperately? Wasn't it to kill the great life of the grassland? He had killed the great life of the grasslands, and all the lives of the small lives on the grasslands had died! The yellow sheep became a disaster, which was even more terrifying than the wolves. There were not only white disasters, black disasters, but also yellow disasters. When Yellow Calamity came, the yellow sheep ate people…
The old man's sparse beard kept shaking, even more so than the yellow goat.
Chen Zhen was shocked. Every word the old man said was like the beat of a war drum, beating his heart until it trembled and hurt. He felt that the grassland people were not only far superior to the farming people in terms of military wisdom and strong and brave character, but they were also far superior to the farming people in many aspects. The ancient logic of the grassland had grasped the root of the carnivorous and herbivorous races 'life-and-death struggle for thousands of years. The old man's words were like looking down at the North China Plain from the Mongolian Plateau. He looked down from above, with sharp teeth, sonorous and powerful, sharp and reasonable, and unstoppable. Chen Zhen, who had always been eloquent, was speechless. His Han farming culture's view of life, survival, and life had collapsed by half the moment it collided with the grassland logic and culture. Chen Zhen had to admit that the glorious heavenly principles should be on the nomadic people's side. The grassland people defended their lives, which were more precious than human lives. The farming people defended their lives. The most precious things in the world were human lives and survival. However, if they lost their lives, they would all die. Chen Zhen repeated this sentence repeatedly, his heart aching. He suddenly thought of how the grassland people had killed a large number of farming people in history and tried to restore the farmland to pastures. He couldn't help but feel even more puzzled. In the past, Chen Zhen had always thought that this was the behavior of backward barbarians. After the old man's advice, he re-evaluated and judged this behavior using the relationship between life and death. He felt that this behavior could not be defined as " barbaric " because this " barbaric " contained a profound civilization that protected the foundation of human survival. From the standpoint of 'life', the farming people burned the wasteland and reclaimed land, stationed troops and guarded the border, destroyed the grasslands and nature, and endangered the lives of human beings. Wasn't that even more barbaric? People in the East and the West said that the earth was the mother of mankind. Could it be considered civilized to harm the mother?
He asked unconfidently,"Then why did you let the live yellow goat go just now?" The old man said: The yellow sheep can lead the wolf pack away. If the wolf catches the yellow sheep, the loss of cattle, sheep and horses will be less. The yellow sheep was also a large source of income for the herdsmen. Many Mongolians relied on the yellow sheep to support their yurts, marry women, and have children. Half of the Mongolians were hunters. If they did not hunt, it would be like meat without salt. If they did not hunt, the Mongolians would be stupid. The Mongolians hunted to protect the lives of the grasslands. The Mongolians hunted 80% more grass-eating creatures than they hunted meat-eating creatures.
The old man sighed,"There are too many things that you Han people don't understand." You have read a lot of books, but how many twisted theories are there in those books? The books written by the Han people speak for the Han people. The Mongolians will not write books if they suffer losses. If you can grow up to be a Mongolian, it will be great to write books for us Mongolians.
Chen Zhen nodded. He suddenly remembered the many fairy tales he had read when he was young. The " big bad wolves " in the books were almost all stupid, greedy, and cruel, while the foxes were always witty, cunning, and cute. After arriving at the grassland, Chen Zhen discovered that there was no wild animal in nature that had evolved to a higher and more perfect level than the " big bad wolf." It could be seen that books often misled people, let alone fairy tales.
The old man helped the yellow goat up and gently pushed it onto the snow. A few dry reeds actually popped up on the snow here. The hungry ewe rushed over and bit it into her mouth. Chen Zhen quickly withdrew the felt. The yellow goat tremored a few steps forward and found a row of hoof prints. It ran to the ridge without looking back and disappeared between the mountains.
Batu and Gasmail were also carrying a small yellow goat and approaching the hard snow slope. Gasmail kept muttering,"Holler hey, Holler hey (poor, poor)." He carried the yellow goat to the snow and patted its back, letting the little yellow goat escape to the ridge. Chen Zhen gave Gasmail a thumbs up. Gasmail smiled and said to Chen Zhen,"Its mother fell into the snow pit. It ran around the snow pit and refused to go. We grabbed it for a long time before we held it down with a pole."
The other snow rafts approached one by one. The live yellow goats in the snow lake finally formed a small group and crossed the mountain. The old man said,"These yellow sheep have gained knowledge, and the wolves will not be able to catch them in the future."
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