On the shore, the old man Billig finished smoking a pack of cigarettes and stood up to call the people who stayed by the lake to clear a larger empty space beside the convoy. The housewives of each family piled up the broken wooden planks, broken car spokes, and other firewood they had brought to the open space, forming two large piles of firewood. He then laid an old felt on the empty space, took out a thermos flask filled with milk tea, and placed a wine flask, a wooden bowl, and a salt jar on it. Sanjie and a child killed two injured sheep that were not frozen to death but had their legs broken by the snow. The herdsmen of the Elun Grassland never ate dead sheep, and these two live sheep were just right for the hunters to eat for lunch. The big dogs had already eaten too much of the wolf's leftover food. At this moment, they were indifferent to the two skinned, clean-cut, and steaming yellow mutton. A bonfire was lit, and Billig, the women, and the children skewered live mutton with iron sticks. They sprinkled fine salt, sat beside the bonfire, roasted the meat, and drank tea. The alluring fragrance of tea, milk, wine, and meat drifted into the lake along with the smoke from the bonfire, beckoning the hunters to come back for a rest and dinner.
It was almost noon, and the felt boats of each family had already returned to shore to unload their prey two or three times. The ox-carts of each family had already been loaded with six or seven big yellow goats. At this moment, all the men had been replaced. The women and children who had eaten and drunk their fill boarded the felt raft and hurried into the lake to hook sheep.
Fresh yellow goat barbecue was a famous delicacy in the Mongolian grasslands. Especially after hunting, they would set up a fire on the hunting ground and eat it on the spot. It was a favorite enjoyment of the ancient Mongolian Khans and nobles. It was also a happy gathering that ordinary hunters would not miss. Chen Zhen and Yang Ke finally officially joined the hunting feast as hunters. They had long forgotten about Beijing Cheap Lane and the barbecue season. The excitement and tiredness of hunting had whetted everyone's appetite. Chen Zhen felt that he enjoyed it even more than the Mongolian Khan, because this was a picnic in the place where the wild wolves had just had a barbaric picnic, and there were still the remains of the yellow sheep left by the wolves around him. In such an environment, they ate like tigers and wolves. They felt the extreme pleasure of wolfing down the food and drinking raw meat and blood after being hunted by wild wolves. Chen Zhen and Yang Ke suddenly felt the boldness of the Mongolians. They couldn't help but snatch the Mongolian wine jug from the hands of the Mongolian hunters who were drinking and singing. They raised their heads to the sky and started drinking.
The old man laughed and said,"In another year, I won't dare to go to Beijing to see your parents. I've taught you two to be Mongolian savages." Yang Ke said with a breath of alcohol,"The Han people need the spirit of the Mongolians to drive a long car through Juyong Pass and rush to the world." Chen Zhen let go of his throat and called Abba three times! Abba! Abba! He raised the jug above his head and toasted Billig, the old chief. The old man gulped down three mouthfuls and replied happily,"Minnie, minnie, minnie. (My child, my child, my good child.）
Ba Tu drunkenly opened his palm and slapped Chen Zhen's back, saying," You…you, you are only half a Mongolian. Wha…when will you marry a Mongolian girl and give birth to a Mongolian child? Only then will you be considered a Mongolian. You…your strength is small. No, no, no. The Mongolian woman was…in the leather quilt. She was more powerful than the wolf…the wolf. The Mongolian man was scared like a sheep.
Sanjie said,"At night, men are sheep, and women are wolves." Gasmail was the most powerful.
The hunters laughed.
Lanmuzhabu was so excited that he threw Yang Ke on the ground and rolled, falling heavily into the thick snow nest. He also stuttered, Wha…when did you throw me down? You…you are the Mongolian. Yang Ke exerted all his strength and went up to throw, but he was thrown three times by Lanmu Zhabu. Lanmu Zhabu laughed loudly. You, you…you Han people, Nao Gao Yi Te Na (who eats grass), are the same as sheep; We Mongolians, Mahaitna (who eat meat), are the same as wolves.
Yang Ke brushed the snow off his body and said,"Just you wait!" Next year, I'll buy a big bullock and eat it alone. I still want to grow taller, taller than you by a head. When the time comes, you'll be the same as a sheep.
The hunters shouted, Good! Good! Good!
The Mongolians of the grasslands could drink more than they could eat. After a few rounds, the seven or eight flasks were empty. When Yang Ke saw that there was no more wine, he became bold. He shouted at Lanmuzhabu, Wrestling is not as good as you, let's compete in alcohol tolerance! Lanmuzhabu said,"Your fox is learning, but the fox on the grassland is not as cunning as the wolf." Just you wait, I still have wine. After saying that, he immediately ran to his mount and took out a large bottle of grassland white wine from a felt bag on the saddle. He also took out two wine cups. He shook the bottle and said," I'm saving this for guests…guests. I'll use it to punish you now." Everyone shouted,"Punish!" Punishment! He should be punished!
Yang Ke smiled bitterly,"A fox really can't beat a wolf." I accept the punishment, accept the punishment.
Lanmuzhabu said,"Listen…listen well!" According to the rules of the grasslands, if I say you want to drink a few cups, then you…drink a few cups. In the past, I said something wrong and was drunk by a reporter from Meng Han Tong. Now, I'll let you have a taste of pain. Then, he poured a cup and raised it up, speaking in semi-fluent Chinese," Larks flew in pairs, two cups hanging on each wing.
Yang Ke was shocked and said,"Four wings, two cups each, ah!" A total of eight cups. It was better to hang a cup on each wing. Lanmu Zhabu said,"If you don't keep your word, I'll let the lark hang three…three cups on one wing."
Everyone, including Chen Zhen, shouted in unison," Hah! He had to drink it! Yang Ke could only bite the bullet and drink eight cups of wine. The old man smiled and said,"In the grasslands, you will suffer a great loss if you play tricks on your friends."
Chen Zhen and Yang Ke took the two skewers of meat that the old man had roasted for him. They ate until the sheep blood soup flowed down the corners of their mouths. Both of them already liked to eat fresh meat that was roasted very tenderly.
Chen Zhen said,"Abba, this is the first time I've eaten wolf food. It's also the most delicious and satisfying meal I've ever had in my life." Now I understand why some emperors and their sons like hunting so much. Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty was the most powerful emperor in ancient China. He loved hunting. His crown prince was his successor, and he often went hunting with his Turkic guards. The Crown Prince even set up a grassland tent in the courtyard of his palace, killing sheep, cooking sheep, and cutting meat with a knife to eat. He liked the life of the steppe so much that he didn't even want to be emperor. He wanted to carry the Turkic wolf-headed flag and lead the Turkic cavalry to hunt on the steppe, to experience the Turkic life of the steppe. Later, he really lost his position as the successor. Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty did not let him be the successor. Life on the grasslands was so fascinating that some people didn't even want to be an emperor.
The old man's eyes widened and he said,"You've never told me this story before." Interesting, interesting. If only you Han people liked the grasslands as much as the successor of the emperor, and if only he didn't lose the position of Great Khan. The emperors of the Qing Dynasty all liked the Mongolian grasslands. They liked to hunt in the Mongolian grasslands and liked to marry Mongolian women. They didn't even allow the Han people to farm in the grasslands. At that time, the Meng and Han tribes did not fight much, and the grasslands were peaceful.
Elder Billig loved listening to Chen Zhen's historical stories. He would always give him some Mongolian stories in return. He said,"If you don't eat wolf food in the grasslands, you can't be considered a true Mongolian." Without wolf food, there would be no Mongolians. In the past, when the Mongolians were forced to a dead end, they always survived by eating wolf food. One of Genghis Khan's great-grandfathers was forced into the mountains. He had nothing and was like a savage. He almost starved to death. He had no choice but to secretly follow the wolf. Once the wolf caught its prey, he would quietly wait. When the wolf was full and left, he would pick up the wolf's leftover food to eat. He lived alone in the mountains for several years. He waited until his brother found him and brought him home. Wolves were the saviors of the Mongolians. Without wolves, there would be no Genghis Khan and no Mongolians. Wolf food is delicious. Look at how many wolves have brought us this time…However, wolf food is not so easy to eat. You'll know in the future.
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