What will be on the other side of the mountain? What does the grassland look like? Are the people there like them?
"Father, where are we going?"
With a hint of worry and fear of the unknown life, Ural suddenly asked.
"When you arrive, you will know. In the name of the most benevolent God, my child, please don't talk nonsense for a while."
My father coughed a few times and said nothing.
"There is no continuous iron, there is no eagle with intact wings, there is no horse with intact feet, there is no camel with all the plush."
"There is no sun that never sets, and there is no immortal person. The yellow leaves on the trees fall off to the ground. The fine water of autumn seeps into the water."
"Your relatives...have left this world because of God's will."
"Once the Zhuantian Yang is broken, even gold can't pick it up."
"The river water that is turbid from the source will not be clarified even if mercury is poured into it."
"The living cannot follow the dead to death, and no dead can be resurrected."
The melancholy singing entered Ural's ears annoyingly. Ural followed the sound and looked to the northwest, only to see a group of people surrounding a hillock not far away.
"Father, aren't we going north? Why..."
"Shut up!" My father took a breath, turned around and warned: "I told you, don't talk nonsense!"
His father's eyes were as cold as wild beasts, and Ural's heart suddenly sank into the deep lake.
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In this life, Ural never thought that he would live outside this grassland. Every plant and tree in the grassland has been integrated into his blood. How could he give up so easily.
When he saw old Bass lying quietly on the tapestry with his eyes closed, calm and solemn, he already knew the answer.
Ural cried, howled, and resisted at the top of his lungs, but what he got in exchange was a cold slap from his father.
That was the first time his father hit him. The five burning palm prints did not wake Ural up, but pushed him into the ice cave.
Why must you leave?
Can't the tribe survive this drought if they work together?
Could it be that the tribe was cursed by the Immortal Heaven?
The people who came to attend the funeral surrounded Old Bass's tent so tightly that not even a bird could fly in.
Old Bass lay there quietly, with a piece of white cloth tied around his chin, and a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth. His wife Ellie, wearing a white scarf on her head, knelt on the tapestry under the north window and sobbed. The incident happened so suddenly that it was difficult to accept it. At this moment, the status of the respected old Bass in the clan was revealed, and almost all relatives and friends cried out their inner sorrow.
On weekdays, Ural knew very little about Elle, the woman from Old Bath. In his opinion, she was a somewhat cold and unfeeling woman, but at this moment, her feelings overflowed like rapid water, more than any other woman. People are fierce and abundant.
She slowly walked to her husband's side, closed her eyes and relaxed her feet for him.
Ural thought that Ellie's pain was not unreasonable. Although her husband was a priest in the clan during his lifetime, he did not have much property. The number of cattle and sheep in his family was not even half that of Ural's family. Today God took away How will he, Ellie and the children live?
"Father..." I hesitated for a moment, but still frowned and clenched my fists.
"My child, after a person dies, the living people want to know how much property he left behind, but the gods who look down at the deceased want to know what kind of evil deeds the deceased had accumulated during his lifetime. You don't have to worry about him, he is a good person. "
According to my father, people found old Bass in the woods five miles outside the tent. At that time, he was leaning against a tamarisk tree and fell into a deep sleep. A man who went to fetch water from the forest found him and kindly went up to wake him up. But no matter how he called, Old Bass never opened his eyes.
He found a piece of birch bark under old Bass's body, with a sentence written on it - "O God who dominates all, you can hear my cry of grief."
He staggered alone and carried old Bass back to the tent. Soon after, the whole clan knew the news. Bass lived to be sixty-three years old. According to his father, Bass was a blessed man. We should pray for him instead of weeping endlessly.
"Sadness sometimes makes people lose their minds. You have to learn to forget. Only by forgetting the pain and looking forward can you live a better life..."
Ural always thought that the death of old Bass was related to that dance. His dancing all day and night attracted the attention of the tribe, and he exerted almost all his strength. However, his piety did not win the mercy of Changshengtian, and the grassland was still dry. It was after that dance that my father made the decision to move the family elsewhere. Ural always thought about how big a blow it would be for someone as proud as old Bass. As a priest, he cannot sense the Heaven of Immortality and cannot bring rain of joy to his people. This kind of frustration must be very annoying.
Late last night, Old Bass must have sensed something, so he went to the woods alone. Could it be that Changshengtian gave him some inspiration? What does that sentence on the birch bark mean?
For some reason, Ural remembered the story his father told. The devil came to the grassland, and the warriors stepped forward to save the people in danger...
Isn’t drought the devil?
Ural said to Aban, old Bas looks like that warrior. The same courage, the same dedication to the people.
Old Bas was taken away by Changshengtian, and finally no one in the clan objected to Ural leaving the wolf cub skin, but for some reason, Ural's heart was as cold as a river in winter, icy to the bone.
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After taking care of the funeral of old Bass, the tribe had to set off to migrate.
The road to the west is difficult, my father said, as it requires crossing one ridge after another and crossing one river after another. Walking westward along the river valley, traveling day and night, I don’t know how long it will take to arrive.
This night, the whole family will spend the night here.
Since they had to travel tomorrow, they did not set up four-panel tents. Instead, they followed their father's orders, unloaded the baggage from the camels' backs, and set up pointed tents one by one, just to provide shelter from the wind for the night.
After riding on the horse for a whole day, Ural's muscles and bones were already soft. Without waiting for his father's prompting, he easily rolled off the horse and got into the tent. The temporary felt tent has a very small internal space and can only accommodate two people. Ural curled up into a ball and looked at his father beside him quietly.
Ural had always thought that his father was an extremely cold person, but this night, Ural shed tears for the first time when he saw him. Is he crying for old Bass? The man who had been his biggest rival throughout his life was also his brother, friend, and confidant.
This is how brothers should be, isn't it?
So, if one day Abban also has an accident, will Ural shed tears like his father?
For some reason, Ural had a strange thought, thinking that his father had long known that old Bass would go to the woods late at night. Yes, they have been friends for so many years, how could they not understand each other? But if the father knew this, why didn't he stop him in advance?
Could it be that...father and old Bass had an agreement a long time ago?
A tribe without the courage to face a new life has no reason to survive!
Suddenly, Ural's heart beat rapidly as he tried to recall the story of the devil and the warrior.
A tribe without the courage to face a new life has no reason to survive! When the clan is in danger, someone must stand up!
Is this person old Bass?
When the myth became life, fear instantly overflowed Ural's body.
A strong wind swept outside the tent, tearing the curtains apart mercilessly in just a moment, and Ural shrank into the felt tent.
Evil thoughts are far more terrifying than the truth itself, and choices are far more difficult than sacrificing oneself.
Ural closed his eyes tightly and fell into sleep.
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In the early morning, Ural was awakened by the sound of camel bells.
When Aban brought the cooked morning tea to Ural's tent, Ural's emotional embankment collapsed completely. Ural didn't know how many tears he shed that day. Maybe they were as many as the water of a big river, maybe they could fill the entire lake. Ural hugged Aban and cried bitterly, roaring hysterically.
Abban was so frightened by Ural's abnormal behavior that his face instantly turned pale.
Abban stared blankly at Ural, who was crying bitterly, and a look of embarrassment gradually appeared on his cheeks. After a long time, the comfort Ural imagined did not appear, only a vague word of comfort.
"Master Ural, if you do this... there will be no results."
Abban tried to appear calm and calm, but nothing could be hidden from Ural's eyes. Ural fell to the ground, took a deep breath, and shook his head in pain.
That's not the case, no, why, why should we hide it from him...
"Abban, we won't do this, we will never do this, right? Just talk..."
Father is here.
Along with him came a cold slap.
"People must learn to look forward, Abban, help him get on the horse!"
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Ural fell asleep countless times on the bumpy horseback.
The morning dew fell on the tip of Ural's nose and had already formed frost, making him irritated and itchy. The little red pony Matash under her crotch has been trudging for days, and her muscles and bones are temporarily exhausted. Today, her energy is not very good. It snorted all the way and sprayed out wisps of white foam, venting its dissatisfaction.
Perhaps the fatigue of the journey made Ural temporarily forget the pain caused by the death of old Bass, at least for the moment.
Animals are even more pitiful than people. When people encounter unpleasant things, they can still talk to their friends, but animals can only endure it silently. At most, they dig the soil and snort like Marta.
But what can you do? No matter how dissatisfied you are, you still have to go on.
The road is long, and only by walking on can we have hope of survival.
The sun gradually squeezed out from the clouds, and the thick fog was penetrated by the beam of light and gradually dispersed. At the front of the team was Abban's father, riding on a camel to guide everyone.
Ural guessed that Aban's father was probably unwilling to do this job. In the name of the most benevolent God, Ural must say that this man is somewhat silent in his bones. If you don't initiate a conversation with him, he won't talk to you. How can you expect such a person to stand up and lead the way for his people?
But this was Ural's father's decision.
Ural carefully raised his head and looked forward, and what he saw was his father's back, which was as strong as the Tianshan Mountains. For some reason, Ural felt that he was so strange at this moment.
Ural was startled and looked at Abban on the right. He did not disappoint Ural and gave Ural a big and bright smile.
Some love, looking at each other speechless.
Days of trekking made everyone exhausted. Although many tribesmen held on to their horses' reins tightly, they fell asleep inadvertently. This is very dangerous. Once a person falls off a bumpy horse, he is likely to be hung upside down in the stirrups and be carried dozens of meters by the horse. If you are lucky, you will be scratched, and if you are unlucky, you will be injured. The beloved horse trampled on the crotch and broke the ribs, and even died as a result.
Therefore, whenever Ural's eyelids were about to close, Aban would blow a clear whistle from poplar leaves to wake him up.
This annoying guy is really annoying and annoying!
Ural and Abban were at the center of the queue, with Mitt and Dooku marching beside them. Mitt is a sturdy young man, seventeen years old this year. It is said that his ancestor was once an elder of a neighboring tribe. Later, because he failed in the struggle for power, he fled to the Ural tribe with the remaining tribe and settled there. If this statement is true, this guy who likes to sneak attack Ural and Abban with a slingshot at every turn will be even more unlikable. You know, if Ural's grandfather hadn't taken in his grandfather Ayi back then, he wouldn't have appeared here to show off his power now.
Ural glanced at Mitt subconsciously, then quickly turned his gaze away, staring closely at the scarlet mane of the little red horse Mata.
Ural hates looking at Mitt's pair of dead fish eyes. Oh, in the name of the most benevolent God, Ural must say that those are really a pair of extremely hateful dead fish eyes. Anyone who accidentally glanced at him would think they were spying on him. In retaliation, he will glare back hard. You can never imagine what a chilling look that is. Ural would say that it is as cold and sharp as the gaze of a wild wolf...
As for Dooku, the fat little guy who likes to bare his chest and catch wild rats in winter, he is not so annoying. However, this guy is very lazy and always likes to sleep leaning on a large bluestone while herding sheep. If one day this guy doesn't come back late at night, his mother will point to the stars in the sky and sigh: "Hey, Dooku must have fallen asleep lying on the big rock again!"
But now, both Mitt and Dooku were leaning closely against Ural. Ural could even clearly smell their strong body odor. This lack of choice made Ural depressed. Ural suddenly remembered what his father once said, we were born in the grassland, grew up in the grassland, and will die in the grassland if there is no accident. The God of Immortality has given us life, but has set many hardships in life. On this road, there will be people and scenery you like, and there will also be people and scenery you hate. Whether you like it or not, you must accept it without choice, because cattle, sheep, mountains, rivers, and vegetation are all indispensable on this road. It is part of the world, and suffering is a test set by God, and life is a practice.
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