Danghu is not a Danghu, and Danghu has always been worried about this name.
When his father Huye named him, he had just washed away the amniotic fluid, and his grandmother laboriously and carefully handed him to his father. However, his father did not expect that he was so heavy, and staggered and almost missed him. The Hun father was surprised. Yi Di looked at his son and said to his wife: "This boy is as heavy as a lamb when he is born. He will not be a householder in the future! Let's call him a householder."
So he was called Danghu. When he was young, his playmates only knew that he was an official. The more Danghu ate, the faster he grew and became stronger. He also had a face with the Chinese character for "Zhou Zheng" and was born to be the king of children, so his companions called him Danghu Danghu.
At that time, he was surrounded by people every day, and with just one sentence he could make about thirty people of the same age follow him up the mountain and into the water. He enjoyed this unique feeling and felt that he was born to be a householder. But he is not yet a leader. According to my grandmother, a real leader not only has a six-foot-high horse, but also a knife and bow, as well as heavy and stern armor and a saddle.
So Danghu practiced equestrian skills secretly. There was no pony at home, so he practiced on a large adult horse. After grazing, he tied his legs to the horse's belly and drove the horse through the mountains. He was only ten years old at the time, but miraculously he didn't get into trouble, and he also practiced riding skills that were beyond the reach of his peers.
After that, when he had time, he rode to Huze. He practiced hunting and shooting, and watched the princes of Meiji coming and going in Huze from a distance.
When Danghu was fourteen years old, he had grown to seven feet tall and stood out among his peers. Danghu was already really thinking about how to become a Danghu. He asked about the stories of his predecessors, all of which were in His outstanding martial arts skills during the war were appreciated by the princes, and he was promoted to a powerful official.
But the current household was not regarded as the current household, and the reason was very funny. One day when he was hunting in Huze, he saw a white wolf emerging from the reeds. The white wolf stared at the house for a moment, then turned and ran into the poplar forest. Everyone has heard that the white wolf is a sacred creature of the nomads, and those who can hunt the white wolf are nobles blessed by destiny.
When I thought about this, I couldn't help but rejoice in my heart: Could it be that my luck has arrived? He immediately rode on horseback to catch up with the white wolf, drew his bow and drew the arrow. He fired the bow with a roar, and the arrow missed by a hair. It barely missed a blood mark on the white wolf's hind leg and shot into the mud beside him.
The white wolf's hind legs were injured, and after running a hundred steps or so, he lay down in the grass and whimpered. Dang Hu dismounted with a hunting knife in his hand and held down the white wolf's back, but when he saw the white wolf's bright pupils, it reminded him of himself for some reason. In a sudden thought, he put down the skinning hunting knife, and instead tore off a piece of cowhide and wrapped it with some herbs and the white wolf. Bandage it and let the white wolf go.
When the white wolf left, he looked back at the owner a few times, howled at him a few times, and then limped away from the woods. Danghu Ruo made a mistake, but he had no regrets. He just bumped into a group of people on the way back. The leader asked him: "Have you ever seen a white wolf?"
Answer truthfully. Hearing that the white wolf had been let go by the man in front of him and disappeared, the man was very angry and asked him: "What is your name and which tribe do you belong to?" Danghuzhi replied blankly: "I am from the He Nai tribe. The person is a household member." The man was stunned, smiled at him and said, "You are so young, you are actually a household name?"
Danghu shook his head and explained: "I am not Danghu yet. My father hopes that I can be Danghu in the future, so he named me Danghu." After hearing this, the man's face turned green and he gave me a sharp blow with his scabbard. He struck, knocked the pawn off his horse, and said angrily: "A pariah is so obsessed with being a pawn! He even let my white wolf run away! I am the pawn!"
After that, the attendants got off their horses and punched and kicked Danghu. When Danghu heard that the other party was Danghu, he didn't dare to fight back, so he could only respond. Unexpectedly, Na Danghu took out his knife and smashed Danghu's calf with the back of the knife. Danghu rolled back and forth on the ground in pain, his face was covered with wet mud and dead grass, and Nadanghu left with satisfaction.
As a result, Danghu lay in Huze for a day and a night. His legs began to hurt like needles. But as time passed, he didn't know where the pain was. Fortunately, his parents saw that he didn't go back all night, so they hurriedly entrusted the tribe to come to Huze to find him. He, by the time he dragged his broken leg back home like a tail, he was completely numb to the pain.
From then on, Danghu became a cripple. A cripple is not liked, and he is no longer surrounded by his peers. The owner didn't blame them, he also hated his lameness, but he hated the owner even more, and along with it, he hated his own name.
So he no longer thought about how to be a householder, and he rarely even rode a horse. Instead, he learned from the Han people. In addition to herding sheep near his home, he also opened up twenty acres of dry land and planted wheat on it. The green seedlings in the spring made him feel that life was simple and happy, and it didn't matter even if he was laughed at by his tribe. .
But this kind of life was not just for him. Soon, he also married a wife and gave birth to a child. His wife was a Han from Xihe who had fled famine and had read a few books, so he asked her to name the child. When he was in confinement, his wife finally thought of it and said, "Let's call him He Naopinglin."
Danghu didn't know the message behind 'Ping Lin', and he didn't think the name was inappropriate. He was just happy that he had a complete family, and he lived like this until he was thirty years old.
More than ten years have passed, and he has almost forgotten everything about his childhood. However, these past few days, he has been unable to sleep for the first time. As soon as he squints, everything from his childhood merges into his mind, making him feel that his lameness is a little hot. Danghu didn't tell anyone about it. He thought it was a sign, but it was difficult for him to connect the sign with his own life.
Are you going to become a householder again?
One day, he was returning from hoeing in the fields. He was thinking this on the road when he bumped into the team of Danghu Yijinhuo. At that time, Yijinhuo was riding in the front. He saw Danghu who was more than eight feet tall and turned around. He said to Qie Qu who was next to him: "There is such a man in the countryside. It's a pity that he is lame and cannot serve the Chanyu, but he can still be sold for a good price."
In such a confused way, Danghu joined the ranks of slaves and was tied up in the market of Baitu City to be put up for sale. It's not like Danghu didn't think about resisting: he first shouted loudly and said that he was not guilty, so his mouth was gagged with a wet cloth. He took the opportunity to knock over a guard and tried to escape back to the city, but he was lame after all and was caught by the pursuers within half an hour.
So his legs were broken and he was thrown into a dank cage. This time it was more painful than last time. The blood and flesh on his legs and buttocks made him feel the pain in his bones. But he didn't die. The person responsible for selling him gave him four splints, hoping that he would be sold at a good price after he was ready.
So Danghu counted the days in prison. When he was lonely, he actually talked to the moon. Later, during the day, he also suddenly talked to shadows and dead rats. When he recovered from his injuries and was released from prison, he was even more lost and lost, like a walking corpse among people. The market awaits buyers.
He was tall, but he had been in prison for too long and was not always given a bowl of food a day in the city, so he was as thin as mold. Usually buyers just look at him for a few times and then pass by without any intention of buying. Even the person selling him is considering whether to leave him in the wild and feed the dogs.
But at this time, someone actually bought him. Not only the seller was overjoyed, but as a commodity, he couldn't help but get excited for the first time and looked at the buyer in surprise.
This is a man who is more than seven feet tall. He is riding on a horse with a height of six feet. He wears armor painted in ink, wears a four-foot-long knife on his waist, and carries an ox-horn bow with gold foil on his back. He was fully armed, with only a pair of powerful hands exposed, followed by seven or eight followers on foot, some with arrows and some with replacement armor. This was exactly what he had ideally looked like when he was a child.
The buyer took off his helmet, revealed his face, smiled at him and said, "Aren't you the man named Danghu from He Naibu? Why are you here? I almost didn't recognize you!"
Danghu's eyes widened. He would never forget this face for a day. It was the Danghu who had crippled his leg that day! The buyer saw the surprise in his eyes and smiled proudly. He said to the buyer: "I was so sorry that day. Only a few hundred steps away from you, we met the white wolf. I killed it and peeled it off." I gave the skin to the current Chanyu, and the Chanyu rewarded me with being the Protector. He thought that my family would be the sixth generation of the family, and in my generation, we are finally one step closer!"
Having said this, the guard untied the rope and said to him: "No one here understands warriors. A true warrior can be invincible with just one grip of his sword, just like an eagle knows how to fly when it encounters a strong wind." , now that Shanyu is employing people, you can be my bodyguard! Come and perform meritorious service on the battlefield! I knew you were a born warrior at a glance in Huze!"
Without saying a word, Danghu took a deep look at the protector, without even asking his name. He snatched the knife from his hand like thunder and chopped off his proud head with one knife. He rode the Duhu's big horse as fast as he could, and when he reined in the horse, he realized that he had never forgotten his equestrian skills in more than ten years.
He rode very fast, and the horse was also a good horse. He didn't even see the shadow of the pursuers behind him. Danghu rode his horse wildly all day and night, and he didn't stop until he reached a village full of Han people in front of him.
What can you do if you stop? he does not know. So he found a haystack and lay down numbly on it. The horse ate hay beside him and he looked at the stars without saying a word. Until dawn, several Han people and some miscellaneous people were passing by talking and laughing. They saw a living man lying by the wall. Although his face was like that of a dead man, he was sick and thin, but he was tall, so they asked him to join the Baibo Army.
When Danghu thought of all his past experiences, he suddenly became discouraged. He had accomplished nothing in the past thirty years except getting married and having children. So he opened his dry lips and sighed: "It doesn't help. I am an unlucky person. You will also be unlucky if you take me with you."
A bastard clicked his tongue, and his bold voice was like thunder: "I thought you were mute, but you can talk. Are you unlucky? We are also unlucky. What are your thoughts in this life? Forget it, Chen Longshou has heard of it, right? ! He said: Everyone in the world earns his or her own life. We will take you to enjoy happiness, will you go?"
"I can't do it. I don't know how to fight. I have no strength and my body is too lazy. Just let me lie down."
"Let's go! As soon as we started walking, we started walking on another road. The more we worked, the stronger and bolder we became, and the more courage we had, the more we became different! There are so many heroes in our Baibo Army, but they were all just unpromising peasants. How did you know? Can’t do it on my own? There is nothing God can’t do if he is born. Chen Longshou also said: Princes, generals, and Xiangning have the talent!”
Several people around the man laughed and said to him, "Okay, Lao Gao! You stayed with Chen Longshou for a few days, and you started talking like an official!"
Danghu sat up and stared blankly at the clean knife beside him. Not even a drop of blood from the guard could be seen. He put away the knife, stood up and said to these people: "Everyone, I have something to ask of you." , I wonder if you can help me?"
When those people heard his words, they couldn't help but look at each other, and then they started laughing again. This was the first time he saw a man who loved to laugh so much. The old man gave him a thumbs up and said, "I really didn't make a mistake! This man is born to do big things! He is a bit better than me, old man. Do it! Why not do it? If we, Bai Bohan, do such a big thing, If you don’t do it, then who else will do it? Do you have to recite Huang Taiyi at home every day?”
On February 24th, there were more than ten Hunu thieves from Danghu. They attacked the Baitu city at night, explained the slaves, distributed weapons, and attacked and killed the princes of Baitu. For a time, the Huns in the county responded in large numbers, with tens of thousands of people, and they were called Danghu. king.
