The two yellow goats were eaten clean, and the bonfire was gradually extinguished, but old man Billig still asked people to shovel the snow and carefully press the ash pile.
The clouds were getting thicker and thicker, and the wind had already blown up a layer of snow and sand on the top of the mountain, floating like a veil. The hunters from each family rode the snow raft and rushed into the snow lake. The people had to fill up the ox carts before the snow filled the snow pits. One more yellow sheep was equivalent to six or seven Sichuan tea bricks, or a dozen Tianjin Haihe cigarettes, or fifteen or sixteen bottles of Inner Mongolia grassland liquor. Under the command of the old man Billig, all the hunters gathered from the deep lake to the shallow lake, trying their best to hook the yellow goats that were easier to hook in the shallow lake. The old man divided the people into several groups. The fast hook was only responsible for hooking the sheep, and the fast rower was only responsible for transporting the sheep. The snow raft was closer to the shore, and the long rope also began to play its role. A few big men stood on the shore and threw the long rope onto the felt raft filled with yellow goats. The people on the raft tied one end of the rope to the felt and threw the long rope back to the shore. The people on the shore pulled the rope together and pulled the felt raft to the shore. Then, he threw the long rope to the people in the lake and asked them to pull the felt raft over. With such cooperation, the progress was greatly accelerated.
The figures on the lake were finally swallowed by the huge mountain shadow. The bullock-carts of the various families were already overloaded. However, some of the hunters still wanted to burn the fire and burn the night. They piled the yellow goats that could not be transported away on the shore and sent people to guard them with guns. They would send a car to pick them up the next day. But Billig shouted for them to stop. The old man scolded,"Tengri gave us a good day and only let us take these sheep." Tengri was fair. The wolf had eaten a man's sheep and horse, so the wolf had to pay the debt. Now that the wind was blowing, Tengri wanted to leave the rest of the sheep for the wolves. Who dared to disobey Tengri? Who would dare to stay in this snowy nest? If the white-haired wind and the wolf pack come down at night, I want to see who can withstand it?
No one made a sound. The old man ordered the entire team to evacuate. The tired but happy people pushed the heavy ox carts and helped the convoy cross the mountain ridge. Then, they rode on horses and boarded the carts to the group's camp.
Chen Zhen's hot sweat had already turned into cold sweat, and he couldn't help but tremble. Outside the lake, on the snowy roads, there were traces of people everywhere. Firewood ashes, cigarette butts, wine bottles, and car tracks. The worst thing was that the car tracks led to the team camp. Chen Zhen clamped his horse with his legs and ran to Billig's side. He asked," Abba, the wolf pack suffered a great loss this time. Will they come for revenge? Didn't you always say that wolves have the best memory, remember to eat, remember to fight, and remember to bear grudges?
The old man said,"How many sheep have we dug up? More than half have been left for the wolves." If I was greedy, I would stick wooden poles in the snow pits. The white wind could blow the snow pits flat, but it couldn't blow away the poles. I could still pull out the remaining yellow goats. But if I do that, Tengri will never take my soul again. I'm not doing this for the sake of the ranch. In the spring of next year, the wolves would have frozen yellow goats to eat, so they would not cause trouble for humans and animals. Besides, the wolf has done a good deed for us, so we shouldn't go too far. Don't worry, Wolf King knows what to do.
In the evening, the wind swept across the grassland, and the fire in the educated youths 'bags was blazing. Chen Zhen closed the Secret History of Mongolia and said to Yang Ke," The person that Abba Bilig mentioned who survived by collecting wolf food was called Borduanchar, the eighth ancestor of Genghis Khan. Genghis Khan's family was the Borzhyjin family, and this family had stepped onto the stage of history in Borzhychal's generation. Of course, the later generations also experienced a few major setbacks and changes.
Yang Ke said," In that case, if there was no Wolf, there would not be Genghis Khan, the Golden Family, and the brave Mongolian cavalrymen." The influence of the grassland wolves on the Mongolian people was too great.
Chen Zhen said,"It should be said that it has a greater impact on the world." Ever since the appearance of Genghis Khan and the Mongolian cavalry he led, the history of the Chinese Empire after the Jin and Southern Song Dynasties had been completely rewritten. The history of Central Asia, Persia, Russia, India, and other countries had also been completely rewritten. The gunpowder of China was spread to the West along the large passage opened up by the Mongolian cavalry across Europe and Asia. Later, it destroyed the feudal castles in the West and cleared the obstacles for the rise of capitalists. Later on, the artillery returned to the east and blasted open the gates of the Celestial Empire. In the end, it destroyed the Mongolian cavaliers and the world was turned upside down…However, the role of wolves in history was written off in the history written by humans. If Tengri was asked to write history, it would definitely leave its name in the history books of the Mongolian grassland wolves.
The cowherd Liang Jianzhong was still excited about the cart of money he had just brought back. He quickly said, Why are the two of you going so far? Our top priority is to quickly think of a way to dig out the remaining yellow goats in the snow nest. Then we can make a fortune. Chen Zhen said,"God is on the wolf's side. It's already good enough that he can give us this cart of sheep." Such a strong white wind would blow for at least three days and three nights. The snow in the snow nest would be half a meter thicker, and there would be no snow pits left. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack. Liang Jianzhong walked out of his bag and looked at the sky. He came back and said," It would really take three days and three nights. If only I had gone today, I would have stuck poles in the biggest snow pits. Yang Ke said,"Then you can forget about eating the milk tofu made by Gasmai." Liang Jianzhong sighed and said,"Alas, I have to wait until next spring." When the time comes, I'll go and load another truck. Then, I'll directly pull it to the White and Yinbi Commune purchasing station. If the two of you don't tell me, no one will know.
In the remaining half of winter, nothing major happened to the herd of livestock on the ranch. The wolf pack had followed the yellow sheep herd and ran far away. The Great White Calamity did not descend.
In the lonely winter, Chen Zhen would herd sheep or sleep at night every day, but whenever he was free, he would search for stories of wolves on the grasslands like a hunter. He spent most of his time on a legend about the Flying Wolf. This legend was the most widespread in the Elun Plains, and it happened very recently, and it happened in his brigade. Chen Zhen decided to clarify this legend, to find out how the wolf "flew" over the Elun Grassland.
The educated youth had just arrived at the grasslands when he heard the herdsmen say that the wolves on the grasslands were sent down from the sky by Tengri, so the wolves could fly. For thousands of years, after the death of the grassland herdsmen, their bodies would be placed in the sky burial ground in the wilderness and let the wolves deal with them. Once the wolves completely gnawed the human body, the "sky burial" would be completed. The reason for the Sky Burial was that wolves could fly back to Tengri and bring the souls of humans to Tengri, just like the condor in Tibet. However, when the educated youth said that this was the "Four Olds" and superstition, the herdsmen would insist that wolves could fly. In the first three years of the Cultural Revolution, a small pack of wolves flew into the stone circle of Cilengdao Erji of the Second Brigade and ate more than a dozen sheep, killing more than 200 of them. After the wolf had eaten and drunk its fill, it flew out of the stone circle again. The wall of the stone circle was six or seven feet high. If a person could not climb over it, could a wolf fly in? The stone circle is still there. If you don't believe me, you can go and take a look. That day, Director Wuliji brought all the leaders of the field to watch, even the director of the police station, Harabala, went. She took photos and measured the size. The wall was too high for the wolf to jump in. There were no holes around the wall, and the wolves did not dig holes to get in. After investigating for a few days, no one knew how the wolf went in and how it came out. Only the herdsman understood.
This story had been stored in Chen Zhen's mind for a long time. At this time, Chen Zhen, who was getting more and more fascinated by the grassland wolf, thought of this legend again, so he rode dozens of miles to find the stone circle. After careful inspection, he still could not figure out how the wolf entered the circle. Chen Zhen then found old man Ci Lengdao Ji. The old man said," I don't know which of my sons offended Tengri, causing my family to be scolded even now." However, one of the old man's sons, who had gone to middle school, said that it was all because of the farm's wrong rules. At that time, there were no stone rings in the Elun Grassland. In order to reduce the work points of the night herdsmen and to ensure the safety of the sheep, the field first built a few stone rings in the lambing field. The field said that with the stone wolves not coming in, the herdsmen did not need to sleep at night and could sleep soundly every night. In those days, when our house closed the door tightly at night, it really didn't fall into the night. That night, I heard the barking of the dogs. It seemed like there were many wolves, but the station said that I was careless and didn't go out to take a look. Who would have thought that when they opened the door in the morning and saw a large number of dead sheep, the whole family was scared silly. The ground in the circle was covered in blood, two fingers thick. Even the wall was covered in blood. There were four bloody holes on the neck of each dead sheep, and the blood flowed out of the circle. There were also a few piles of wolf dung…Later, the field department re-stipulated that the yurts living next to the stone circle had to be guarded at night, and they were also given night work points. Over the years, more and more stone and soil circles had been built in the lambing pasture. When people went out at night, there were no more incidents of wolves flying into the circle to eat sheep.
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