Zhao Xun started to have that bizarre dream again.
The place where the dream begins is the grassland sacrificial ceremony.
Not only can he see Ural's perspective, but he can also feel Ural's psychological activities.
Ural seemed to hate facing such a so-called solemn scene. No matter it is Bass or anyone else, whenever he is distracted, he likes to admonish him as an elder. At this time, Ural would always pretend to be docile and listen to their teachings, but in fact, he was thinking about how to spend the next time.
Should I go to the mountain plains with Aban to dig out a wolf den, or should I wade and play along the river all the way west? Should I have a horse racing match with Abban on the grassland, or go to Nalati hundreds of miles away to listen to the monks playing and singing without telling my father?
It's Aban!
Ural's depressed mood suddenly cleared up, and he jumped up from the bed.
"Why are you here just now? You're suffocating me to death!" Ural glared at Aban angrily, took his arm and started to walk out.
Aban, Aban! All this is closely connected with him, hey, that boy with a pair of sweet dimples.
"Master Ural, come quickly, Master Ural!"
While Ural was meditating alone, the felt tent nearby was suddenly opened, and a gust of breeze came in.
Ural was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then shook him with joy and said, "Really?"
Abban straightened his waist, patted his chest with determination and said: "How can it be false? Master Ural, do you want to go and have a look?"
What answered him was a smile as big as a canyon.
Abban scratched his head and smiled: "I was herding sheep in Beiyuan just now. I just drove the sheep back and missed the scene a little bit."
Ural had no intention of arguing with him on these trivial matters. He waved his hand impatiently and said: "Forget it, they are all unimportant things. What new things did you encounter this time?"
Upon hearing this, Abban rubbed his palms slightly and smiled: "Nurbek has given birth!"
Of course, Nurbek also has an unusual significance to Ural and Abban.
"Master Ural, please give the lambs a name!" Abban was smiling, clenching his fists and looking at me expectantly. Infected by his emotions, I nodded stupidly and said, "Okay, okay!"
Nurbek was weak and gave birth to only two lambs. One was all white, and the other was black and white. Ural named the white sheep Yeser, and the spotted sheep Mukasi.
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Nurbek is a snow-white big-tailed sheep. If anyone has the deepest affection for it, it is Ural and Aban. Summer is when livestock give birth, and giving birth to lambs is nothing out of the ordinary. But this year coincided with a severe drought in the grassland. Hundreds of adult sheep died of thirst, and even fewer lambs were successfully delivered. At this time, Nurbek successfully gave birth to a lamb, which was nothing short of a boost for the herdsmen on the grassland.
Ural and Nurbek first met on a winter day two years ago.
It's winter, the cold is biting, and the whole clan is preparing for the upcoming nomadic transition. But from the elders of the tribe to the children who are inexperienced in the world, almost all the tribe members have frown lines on their brows, and Ural and Aban are no exception.
Yes, in this pasture, both the tribesmen and the livestock have enjoyed the gift of the Changshengtian for a whole summer. Their faces are glowing red, and they are fat and fat. How can they think of trekking for more than 600 miles in the wind and frost, dazed and confused? How about running to Dongwozi?
Looking at Nurbek's big watery eyes, Ural choked up and cried. Nurbek has extraordinary significance to me, the meaning of life!
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Ural couldn't bear to see it whimpering and dying alone in the biting cold wind, so he pulled Aban, whose eyes were red, to run to find his father.
At that time, my father was feeding salt to the camels. These guys seemed to know that they would be responsible for all the family's belongings in the next few days, so they curled up their long tongues and unceremoniously rolled up the salt grains in the salt trough. . However, the father did not mean to blame them at all. He only gently stroked the corners of their mouths and murmured something in his mouth.
Hearing Ural's cry, his father's expression only paused slightly, and he continued to stroke the camel. Ural was irritated by his father's cold expression and shouted at the top of his lungs, demanding that he take the lamb and throw it into a basket on the camel's back. But no matter how much I begged and shouted, my father remained indifferent.
Ural's father often said that they were a people who wanted to die on horseback. Thinking about it carefully, this is true. No matter how reluctant people are, in order for their livestock to survive the harsh winter, people cannot stop and must continue without hesitation.
The road is long and you must keep walking to stay alive.
When Ural and Abban were driving sheep into the pen the day before yesterday, they discovered an injured lamb. It fell down the hillside when it was looking for food, and its left hind leg was broken. For animals in transition, a broken leg means death. Who would care about an animal that cannot walk?
Yes, Ural is an outcast and an unforgivable sinner!
What Ural knew, and he had always hated, was that it was Ural who killed his mother, and it was Ural who killed his mother with his own hands.
Ural wrung his hands, but his heart was in turmoil.
The sky gradually darkened, and the sun had already set under the winding mountain. My throat also became hoarse and painful from shouting for a long time. My father, who had been silent all this time, walked slowly to my side, sighed, and whispered: "Nurbek is a weak and eliminated lamb, and now he is injured. It is impossible for him to survive this winter."
Ural cried and screamed, begging his father to take Nurbik with him. Abban also knelt down and kowtowed to his father, but his father was indifferent. Finally, the old priest went to his father to intercede and said something to him. The father just stamped his feet and said: "A born culled lamb will definitely not survive. If you want to raise it, I will give it to you, so that you, a culled lamb, will have someone to talk to along the way."
The father snorted coldly and walked away quietly, leaving only Ural and Aban staring blankly at the dark night sky.
Yes, dig out the wolf's den, dig out the wolf's den! Damn weird old Bass for making me forget such an important thing!
Abban always comes up with a surprising suggestion when I am full of melancholy, and of course I cannot refuse.
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Who said Nurbek can't survive this winter, but he can survive even if he is eliminated, and he can live forever!
Later, Nurbek successfully survived the man-eating winter, and Ural was able to walk past my father with his head held high, venting the anger in my heart.
"Master Ural, let's dig out the wolf's den!" Aban put his chin in his hands and looked at me expectantly.
The prairie people called the wolf Kaler, but old Bass liked to call the wolf "dog bird". Perhaps because of his excessive respect for wolves, Old Bacchus wore several amulets made of wolf bones and teeth. Whenever something was missing from a house or a child got an unknown disease, he would not hesitate to take these amulets and go to that place to dance. In his opinion, among the many creatures on the grassland, wolves are the most inviolable. Any disrespect to wolves will bring disaster to the tribe.
Therefore, Ural and Aban were extremely careful along the way, in order not to give this old guy any clues.
Picking out wolf cubs is no small matter. If you are not careful, you will anger the female wolf, which is very dangerous. So Ural called Aban to steal the dagger that Toso carried with him, so that it would be foolproof. Stealing something from your father's generation is a crime that is shameful to the clan, but will be whipped. Abban would never refuse such an almost unreasonable request. To him, anything Ural asked him to do seemed justified, since they were brothers.
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Adult wolves mostly give birth in April and May. Behind the sunny slopes of the grassland, there are many small holes, which are mostly hiding places for wolf pups.
Ural and Aban reached the hillside with the sun behind them, and when they saw no one around them, they finally heaved a sigh of relief. If this kind of thing is discovered by Old Bass, he will inevitably have to bring out Jingyi and God to talk about it. When it comes to respecting wolves, no one respects wolves more than this weird and surly old man.
After beating Abban hard, his father would always fall down on the grass hut, breathing heavily and scolding him. No one could understand what was being said. Out of guilt, Ural would glance at him from time to time. If it's not a coincidence, he might meet those sharp eyes like an eagle. Every time at this time, a trace of doubt would flash in his eyes, but then the doubt would disappear.
Abban would not say that it was Ural's idea to take out the wolf cubs, nor would he say that it was Ural's idea to steal the dagger. In his eyes, they are brothers. Isn't it natural for a brother to be slapped twice?
Sometimes Ural would feel guilty and frightened when he saw Abban's bright smile. Why was he so kind to Ural? Why did he do so much for Ural without asking for anything in return? Ural asked himself more than once, if Ural and Abban exchanged identities in this matter, would Ural come forward like him?
Shouldn’t brothers drink a cup of milk tea together? Shouldn't brothers sleep on the same bed of tapestry? Shouldn’t brothers enjoy the blessing of immortality together and accept God’s test?
Aban's stubbornness and loyalty often resulted in a loud slap in the face from his father. This slap often made Abban's face red and his mouth oozing with blood. But Abban was very sensible. No matter how severely he was beaten by his father, he would never say a word, let alone resist. Whenever this happened, his father would take off his oil-stained, pitch-black round leather hat and slap it hard against the wind, as if he was fighting against some invisible substance. The fur hat was given to him by Ural's father. It was lined with fine fox fur and was very warm on his head.
This leather hat was originally used to keep warm in winter, but Abban's father didn't care and wore it on his head all year round. Over time, this leather hat became oily and stained, making people want to stay away from him.
"Of course, Master Ural, I will do whatever you ask me to do." Abban looked a little strange, but he still forced himself to smile and started to light the fire with a trembling step while holding the flint.
"Wait! Abban, will you do whatever I ask you to do?" My heart seemed to be stabbed by something, and I gritted my teeth.
"Of course." Abban scratched his head and said with a bright smile: "Master, I can do anything for you. But what will you ask me to do?"
Ural shook his head violently, forcing himself to suppress these unrealistic thoughts. What was Ural thinking about such ridiculous things? Ural is the son of the patriarch, how could Ural be slapped for him?
"I asked you to light a fire and set off smoke to smoke out the wolf cubs!" I swallowed a big mouthful of spit and shouted to Aban with a slight command.
Aban was stunned for a moment, and the corner of his mouth twitched for a moment.
Watching Abban making fire with flint alone, the nameless fire rising in Ural's heart gradually subsided.
Yes, why did he get angry at Abban? These are not his fault! This is all life, this is all life!
"Master Ural, Master Ural! Come and see, come and see!" Abban's urgent shout suddenly came, and Ural could not help but frown and walk towards the entrance of the cave.
I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and said, "Okay, let's make a fire!"
After a tiring day, the mother wolf will often return to the wolf den at sunset to bring food to her cubs. Ural and Aban used this habit of the female wolf to find this cave three days ago.
The female wolf is very cunning. If she finds someone around, she will definitely pick up the wolf cub and run to another cave to hide. Therefore, Ural and Aban did not rush to take action at that time, just to avoid attracting the attention of the female wolf.
Ural murmured: "It wasn't, wasn't it smoked to death?"
Abban wiped the ashes from his cheeks and said with a smile: "Why are wolf cubs so stupid? Besides, wolves usually have more than one hole. If we smoke here, the wolf cub will emerge from another place. Look, young master. This guy should have been bitten to death by a poisonous snake!" Ural followed Aban's hand and found an obvious wound on the left hind leg of the wolf cub. By this time, the wound had turned black and the wolf cub was obviously Has been dead for a long time.
"Then, what should we do now?" Ural was at a loss and looked at Aban helplessly. They came here to get the wolf cubs, but they didn't get the wolf cubs at this time. Could they just go back in disgrace?
When he got closer and pushed aside the thick smoke, Ural was instantly shocked - there was a wolf corpse lying in the semicircular hole!
Abban took a deep breath and crawled into the wolf hole on his stomach. After a short time, he dragged the wolf corpse out in disgrace.
Although he had been clamoring to take out the wolf cubs, at this moment, even if he was just facing a wolf corpse, Ural was trembling with fear. Abban was obviously very smoked by the fireworks, and he couldn't help but shed tears while coughing.
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"How about we take this little wolf back and skin it?" A glint suddenly flashed in Ural's eyes, and he suggested in a low voice.
"I listen to you, Master Ural!" Abban smiled naively, revealing his four gaping front teeth.
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