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Volume 1 Homelessness Chapter 3 Heaven and Earth (Part 10)

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    Chapter 3 Heaven and Earth (Tenth Middle School) Zhang Songling was indeed a little tired of eating dry food all the way. Hearing Wu Yunqi's enthusiastic words, after asking Lao Yang's opinion with his eyes, he readily agreed.  The group of people followed the dark clouds and raced eastward along the river. After walking for another twenty or thirty miles, they passed through a dense forest. Suddenly, a group of felt bags blocked by a wooden fence appeared in front of them.  .  "Woo woo, woo woo, woo woo -" I found that a large number of cavalry suddenly rushed to the door of my house. The shrill horn horns sounded immediately in the group of felt bags, followed closely by more than a hundred sturdy Mongolian men.  , either holding a fork gun or carrying a steel knife, led by a white-haired old man wearing a dark red cloth robe with silver bells on his head, swarmed out and waited at the gate of the fence against the rising dark clouds.  People formed a long snake formation in the distance, ready to fight against uninvited guests at any time.  "Ganzhuzabu, are you really so old that you are blind? You can't even recognize me." He didn't care about the hostility shown by the Mongolian men opposite him. He rode forward on horseback, laughing and spreading his arms.  , "When I passed here two years ago, I drank wine with you using silver horns, and I made you lie beside the fire for a whole day and night. If you haven't remembered me like this, you don't know how to drink that wine.  Whose stomach is it?" He was so angry that he first said it in Mongolian, and then repeated it loudly in Chinese. When the old man in the dark red robe opposite heard it, he immediately turned over and jumped off the horse, showing off his age.  He ran forward a few steps at a disproportionate speed and grabbed the reins of the guest's horse. "Dark clouds are rising. Dark clouds are rising. Brother, is it really you? Ganzhuzabu has been dreaming about you many times in the past two years."  Drink happily. " "Of course it's me." Wu Yunqi laughed and jumped off his mount, hugging the old man with his hands and patting him gently. "I was tired from walking, and suddenly I wanted to find a safe place to rest, and then I remembered.  "You." "It is Ganzhuzabu's honor and the honor of all Wuhetai people to be the first to think of me when they are tired." The old man in a dark red robe hugged Wu Yunqi hard.  , then took a few steps back, put his hand on his chest, bent down deeply, and issued an invitation in less than standard Chinese, "Please come in quickly, my brothers, and my brothers' brothers, as long as you walk into Wuhe  No matter how heavy the wind or snow is, the Taiwanese people¡¯s blankets will never hit you again. ¡°My brothers and I will always remember the kindness of the Wuhe Taiwanese people.¡± Wu Yunqi also put his hand on his chest, deeply.  Bowed to the other party, then straightened up, turned to greet Zhang Songling and others who were already staring at him, "Let's go, bring your blessings to the people of Wuhetai, and your gratitude to Changshengtian, here, tonight  This is a place where we can rest assured." After saying that, he and Ganzhuzabu shoulder to shoulder, took the lead towards the group of felt bags. The Mongolian men who had been on guard before put their weapons on their shoulders and walked along.  The fence gate uses the body to form a corridor to protect the distinguished guests from the cold wind on the grassland.  Seeing how enthusiastic the Mongolian men were, Zhang Songling also jumped off his mount with a group of students and cavalry, followed Wu Yunqi and Ganzhu Zhabu, and walked towards the felt bag group.  A whole company of cavalry suddenly made the space inside the wooden fence seem a bit crowded, but this did not bother the leader Ganzhuzabu at all. He opened his voice and shouted a few words, and immediately, from  Two more waves of Mongolian women in costumes walked out of the felt bag. The first wave just took the guests' horses and took them to the back of the fence to wash and tidy them up, drink water and feed them. The other wave came forward singing songs, and they followed each other.  Send out invitations to guests.  The soldiers in the military subdivision had never seen such a scene before. All of them were blushing and sweating on their foreheads. They turned their eyes to Wu Yunqi as if asking for help, asking him to make an idea for everyone. When the latter saw this, they couldn't help but burst out laughing again.  After laughing, he waved his arms vigorously and explained loudly: "Whoever they invite, just follow them. This is the rule of the Wuhetai people. Men are only responsible for fighting the weather, wild beasts and enemies. Inside the felt bag  The women will take care of everything else. " He said this all in Chinese. When the cavalry heard this, they were stunned at first, and then half-heartedly, they were led away by the women. It was strange to say that.  Although it was only the first time for those women in costumes to meet everyone, they were able to distinguish the differences among the guests keenly. In the end, only Wu Yunqi, Zhang Songling, company leader Yang and all the students were left.  "The most distinguished guest should be reserved for the big leader of the tribe." Afraid that Zhang Songling and others would not adapt, Wu Yunqi rushed to explain to the owner of the room, and then led the group and continued to follow Ganzhu Zabu towards the largest decorative items in the fence.  It is also the largest number of felt bags.  After the guests and hosts entered the door, they took off their boots and sat in a circle according to the common rules on the grassland, leaving only two spaces in the northwest corner and the door. Ganzhuzabu clapped his hands, and immediately, there was a group of young girls.  Carrying a purple-red copper kettle,Walked in singing.  The strong fragrance of milk tea immediately filled the entire felt bag together with the singing. The silver-haired old man Ganzhuzabu stood up from the carpet with a smile, poured a bowl of milk tea himself, and held it to Wu Yunqi with both hands, "My brother  , I hope this bowl of tea can wash away the fatigue of your journey, treat this place as your own home, and share with your brothers whatever Wuhetai people have. " "I come here with greetings, salt and wine.  Visit my brother. I hope that my brother will always be healthy no matter how many winds and rains he goes through. He responded with a singing tone, and then handed the milk tea to the one closest to him with both hands.  Zhang Songling.  Zhang Songling has lived on the grassland for more than three years and is very familiar with the various local etiquette and taboos. He took the milk tea with a smile, said a few blessings to the owner, and then handed the tea bowl to company leader Yang with both hands, and  When no one was paying attention, he quietly winked at the other party.  Even the elder Yang was a smart man and immediately understood Zhang Songling's hint. Regardless of whether Ganzhuzabu understood it or not, he first said a lot of wishes such as "Blessed as the East China Sea, longevity as high as the Southern Mountains", and then quickly  The tea bowl was passed to the young student closest to him.  In this era, those who graduate from junior high school can be considered intellectuals, and those who can go to university must be far more intelligent than their peers. Without careful thinking, they can figure out the rules of passing the tea bowl. Therefore, the students one after another, in an orderly manner  , it wasn¡¯t until the milk tea was passed to the youngest Yang Liu that she finally stopped.  Seeing that the students were so smart and respectful, Ganzhuzabu felt even more happy. He quickly directed the girls to pour out bowls of milk tea one after another and held them to Wu Yunqi, who in turn poured out bowls of milk tea one after another.  Passed out, from left to right, until everyone had it in their hands, then they took the lead to lift the last bowl and sipped it slowly with a smile.  The girls immediately put down the copper pot and sang pastoral songs in unison. A dozen pairs of big eyes flickered, staring at the eyes of the male students and discharged. The students who were carefully selected to come to the Soviet Union to learn from the Soviet Union, despite their superior intelligence and economics,  My stomach is full, but I have rarely seen such fiery eyes. Everyone's face turned red like hawthorn in autumn, and the hands holding the milk tea kept trembling.  However, a few female students were far calmer than their male compatriots. Regardless of the tune of the pastoral song, they drank the milk tea in their hands first. Unexpectedly, as soon as the first sip of tea soup fell into their stomachs, their stomachs and intestines immediately turned up and down, and they quickly used a bowl.  He covered his face with his mouth and inhaled through his nostrils, barely suppressing the feeling of vomiting.  Zhang Songling had a similar experience at the Prince's Palace in Youqi. Knowing that the taste of milk tea was not something that students could appreciate, he drank all the tea soup in a big gulp, stood up, beat the rhythm with his hands, and sang with the other girls.  Harmony.  This move immediately attracted the attention of the girls. They did not bother to offer tea to other guests, and they all stepped forward and sang and danced around the fat black guest.  Zhang Songling is good at wrestling, but is a novice at dancing. Three of the five notes in his voice are missing, and the remaining two are still twisted. However, he is naturally courageous and has been deeply influenced by Zhao Tianlong in recent years.  , being inspired by the latter to be somewhat heroic, so even though he was trapped in the makeup formation, he showed no fear on his face, sang and danced, and advanced and retreated freely.  This move coincided with the host-guest response style on the grassland. Ganzhuzabu laughed so happily that he also stood up, took the round-faced Li Fang's hand and danced a whirlwind dance. The other girls imitated the same,  They all gave up on surrounding Zhang Songling and each grabbed a guest, male or female, to dance gracefully. In a blink of an eye, the entire felt house turned into a song and dance hall, with laughter and the sound of silver bells on the girl's wrists converging into a  An ocean of joy.  After the host and guests had danced to their heart's content, and the main dishes of the banquet were ready, a few strong men opened the felt door and walked in carrying the cooked whole lamb on a huge red copper plate.  Aiming at the northwest corner of the felt bag, the fattest piece of lamb back meat happened to be right in front of Zhang Songling's right hand.  So the guests and hosts had another round of socializing, and all the necessary etiquettes were completed. The copper pots in the hands of the girls turned into silver pots, filled with newly brewed mare's milk, and they sat at the table like butterflies in flowers.  Walking around, not letting the wine bowls in front of the guests have any time. When everyone is full of wine and food, the sun has fallen below the sea of ??grass, and huge fires are lit in the middle of the felt buns.  Standing up, the late spring cold in the air was driven away without a trace.  Ganzhuzabu clapped his hands and ordered people to come in and remove the leftovers. Then he led the girls and gathered the half-drunk guests to continue the carnival next to the fire, with matouqin, tambourine and silver bells.  , and various unknown and well-known musical instruments appeared one after another. Long songs, short tunes and melodies from the Central Plains were sung alternately. Waves of applause and cheers spread the cheerful rhythm throughout the grassland.  It wasn¡¯t until the moon rose directly overhead that the carnival slowly came to an end, and it was rare to let go.The soldiers who had gone out once were led into a few temporarily vacated felt bags and fell asleep soundly. Several female students in the team were also arranged to wash and rest. When the fire was surrounded by dark clouds,  When Zhang Songling, Lao Yang and a group of male students were sitting together, the sound of the matouqin suddenly became particularly lingering. The girls who had served everyone tea and toasted during the day came forward again. Each one picked one, pulled the other one up and walked to their own mat.  Bag and go.  "You, what are you doing?" Zhang Songling was frightened out of the drunkenness in her heart. Then she looked back at the male students. Their legs were dragging on the ground, and their faces were covered with sweat. If it hadn't been for drinking too much wine earlier,  Duo, his hands and feet were so weak that he couldn't use any strength. At this moment, he would have jumped up and fled away.  "Brother Ganzhuzabu, don't make it difficult for them. They all come from China. There are many rules between men and women." At the critical moment, Wu Yunqi took the initiative to help everyone, and his face started to turn cold.  Ganzhuzabu explained in a low voice with some apology.  "Rules, isn't it the biggest rule that women and men like each other?" Ganzhuzabu frowned slightly and retorted loudly, "It's still your friends who look down on us Wuhetai women and are unwilling to accept them.  "No, no, it's their blessing that the sisters from Wuhetai can like them." Wu Yunqi sat up respectfully and waved his hands, "But Baili is different. They are in the Central Plains."  It¡¯s not surprising that the rules are special. When I first started to interact with them, I was very uncomfortable with them, but now that we have become friends, we have to accommodate each other.¡± He spoke first in Mongolian and then in Chinese.  Repeat, not only Ganzhuzabu himself understood it, but the Wuhetai girls who were sending invitations to the students also heard it clearly. They were stunned at first, then smiled and shook their heads gently, and slowly let go  Hand, walked backwards into the darkness.  Seeing the girls leaving with hope, all the students felt a bit of inexplicable sourness in their hearts, but after all, they all received orthodox education since childhood. Soon, in their hearts, reason regained the upper hand.  However, the scorching bonfire that night and the flower-like face beside the bonfire were forever engraved in their memories. In the following years, every time they were tipsy, they resurfaced in their minds as vividly as before.  Seeing this, Ganzhuzabu had no choice but to respect the guests' choice, and ordered the housekeeper to pack out a few of the latest and cleanest felt bags, and arranged for the distinguished guests to go in to rest separately. However, Zhang Songling could not fall asleep easily, tossing and turning, with all the thoughts in his mind.  It was the figure of a woman. One moment it was Meng Xiaoyu, the daughter of Orion, the other moment it was Qinglian, a Mongolian girl, and the next moment it was Peng Weiwei who taught her how to sing. It was as if there was an agreement between them. As soon as you left, I would come immediately.  arrive.  "Why, you regret it. If you regret it, go find it quickly. The one who pulled you just now is Ganzhuzabu's eldest daughter. She lives behind the felt bag where we drank. The one with a golden lotus embroidered on the door is you.  As long as you dare to go, she will definitely not kick you out." Wu Yunqi, who was in a felt bag with Zhang Songling, heard him tossing and turning, propped up his head on his arms, and joked with a smile.  "How could that happen?" Zhang Songling was greatly embarrassed and immediately explained in a low voice, "I just, I just feel that the charcoal pot is burning too hot and it's a little bit too hot." After that, he quickly sat up, put on his coat, and used  He adjusted the fire head in the charcoal basin with his chopsticks and tossed the hot pink coals for a moment. He suddenly sighed and asked in a strange way: "Brother Wuyunqi, is your home like this? I, I am  Men and women can live in a felt bag casually. "Of course not." Wu Yunqi was stunned by the question, and then smiled and shook his head, "Our place is much more complicated than here, Wu.  Hetai people are not actually Mongolians, although they also speak Mongolian. However, even we Mongolians have very different customs in different regions. Generally speaking, the further south you go, the more influenced you are by the culture of the Central Plains.  The further north you go, the more direct you ask. " "Oh." Zhang Songling was very satisfied with the answer and nodded with a smile. But soon, the shadows of Zhao Tianlong and Siqin flashed across his eyes.  One is as tender as water.  The Blackstone Guerrillas is the northernmost bridgehead of the Eighth Route Army deep into the grassland. The straight-line distance from the Great Wall is also four to five hundred miles. Is this considered to be south or north? I pulled the coat on my back hard, as if I couldn't stand the sound of it in the middle of the night.  With a chill, he hugged his shoulders and continued to ask, "Then, what if you accidentally get pregnant? Wouldn't it be unmarried?" "There are so many things." Wu Yunqi turned over and started to do it, looking at Zhang Songling  Shaking his head, "Just give birth to him as soon as you get pregnant. The colder the place, the more valuable the child is. Wuhetai tribe is short of men. If his father is unwilling to recognize him, it would be better to just stay and strengthen the strength of the entire tribe." Zhang Songling  After listening to this, I felt more and more empty in my heart, as ifAs if he had lost something, he hesitated and continued to ask: "Well, what about you Mongolians? I mean, I mean a place similar to your hometown." "Why are you asking this? Do you see  Who is it?" Wu Yunqi frowned and looked at him with surprise on his face.  "No, no, I'm just curious, um, curious." Zhang Songling suddenly felt sweat on his forehead and waved his hands desperately.  He was also nervous, and the words he said became more unbelievable. However, Wu Yunqi was an old-fashioned man and did not want to get to the bottom of it. After thinking about it, he explained very patiently, "The rules over there are definitely better than those at Wuhe Taibe."  There are more, but it's not as complicated as you in the Central Plains. Men and women, as long as they are in love, whether they live in a felt bag or not, whether they have children or not is none of other people's business. As long as the two of them live happily, they can be happy.  Raise your children with your heart, no matter what others think or do. On the grassland, there are more women getting married with their children, and I haven¡¯t seen anyone punished by the Immortal God. The climate outside is cold, and the life span of men and women is longer than that inside.  The sides are much shorter. People like Ganzhuzabu who live to the age of forty are already considered to be in their twilight years. If they still follow what you say, always entangled in rules and irregularities, and engage in three matchmaking and six certificates, they will be long gone.  It will become extinct, so no matter what the rules or disciplines are, you must first consider the local conditions when enforcing it.¡±
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