Chapter 285 Dreamland Reopening (4000 words two in one chapter)
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, he can also feel Ural's psychological activities.
Ural seems 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 always pretends to be
He listened to their teachings with a docile appearance, but in his heart he was calculating how to spend the rest of his time.
Should I go to the mountains with Aban to dig out wolf dens, or should I wade and play along the river all the way west? Should I have a horse race with Aban on the grassland, or should I go to Nalati hundreds of miles away to listen to the monks without telling my father?
Playing and singing?
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.
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.
Abban scratched his head and smiled: "I was tending sheep in Beiyuan just now. I just drove the sheep back and missed the scene for a while."
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!"
After hearing this, Ural was stunned for a moment, 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.
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Nurbek is a snow-white big-tailed sheep. If anyone wants to say who has the deepest affection for it, it is Ural and Abban. Summer is the time for livestock to give birth, and giving birth to lambs is nothing unusual.
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 tantamount to giving birth to a lamb for the herdsmen on the grassland.
Get enough energy.
Of course, Nurbek also has unusual significance to Ural and Abban.
"Master Ural, please give the lambs a name!" Aban was smiling, clenching his fists and looking at me expectantly. Infected by his emotions, I nodded stupidly and said, "Okay,
good!"
Nurbek was weak and gave birth to only two lambs. One was white and the other was black and white. Ural named the white sheep Yeser and the spotted sheep Mukasi.
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 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 clan to the children who are inexperienced in the world, almost all the clan's brows are covered with worry lines.
, Ural and Abban are no exception.
Yes, in this pasture, both the tribesmen and the livestock have enjoyed the gift of the Changshengtian for a whole summer. They have been raised with red faces, fat people and horses. How can they think of trekking more than 600 miles in the wind and frost, dumbfounded?
How about running to the winter nest?
Ural's father often said that they are a people who want to die on horseback. Thinking about it carefully, this is true. No matter how reluctant people are, in order for the livestock to survive the harsh winter, people cannot stop and must never stop.
He walked on hesitantly.
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 found an injured lamb. It fell down the hillside while it was looking for food, and its left hind leg was broken straight away. For the livestock that were transitioning,
It is said that a broken leg means death. Who would care about an animal that cannot walk?
Ural couldn't bear to see it whimpering and dying alone in the biting cold wind. He pulled Aban, whose eyes were red, and ran to find his father.
At that time, my father was feeding salt to the camels. These guys seemed to know that they would be carrying all the belongings of the tribe 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 angered by his father's indifferent expression, and yelled at the top of his lungs, asking him to take the lamb and throw it into the basket on the camel's back.
But no matter how much I begged and shouted, my father remained indifferent.
The sky was gradually getting dark, and the sun had already set under the winding mountains. My throat had become hoarse and painful due to the long period of roaring. My father, who had been silent all the time, slowly walked to my side, sighed, and whispered
: "Nurbek was originally a weak and eliminated lamb, and now he is injured again. It is impossible for him to survive this winter."
Ural cried and screamed, begging his father to take Nurbik. Abban also knelt down and kowtowed to his father, but his father was indifferent. Finally, the old priest came 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 be able to be raised. 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 in a deep voice, leaving only Ural and Aban staring blankly at the dark night sky.
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.
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 his 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.
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, so of course I cannot refuse.
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Adult wolves mostly give birth in April or May. Behind the sunny slopes of the grassland, there are many small holes, which are mostly hiding places for wolf pups.
Ural and Aban walked to the hillside with the sun behind them. Seeing no one around them, they finally breathed a sigh of relief. If Old Bas discovered this kind of thing, they would inevitably have to bring out Jingyi and Tianshen to talk about it. If it is right,
No one respects the wolf more than this weird and surly old man.
Prairie people called the wolf Kaler, but Old Bacchus liked to call the wolf "dog bird." Perhaps because of his excessive respect for wolves, Old Bacchus hung several amulets made of wolf bones and wolf teeth on his body.
Whenever something is missing from a house or a child has an unknown disease, he will 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 insufferable.
Violation, any disrespectful behavior towards wolves will bring disaster to the tribe.
Therefore, Ural and Aban were extremely careful along the way, just to avoid giving the 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 as to ensure that the theft was foolproof.
It is a thing of his father's generation. Such a crime is not shameful to the tribe, but it will be whipped. For such an almost unreasonable request, Abban will never refuse. In his opinion, anything Ural asks him to do seems to be
Reasonable, because they are brothers.
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 blessings of immortality and accept God's test together?
Abban's stubbornness and loyalty were often rewarded with a loud slap from his father. This slap often made Abban blush and bleed from the corners of his mouth. However, Abban was very sensible. No matter how badly he was beaten by his father, he always remained silent.
, not to mention resisting. Whenever this happened, his father would take off his oil-stained and extremely 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 when worn 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 dirty, making people want to stay away from him.
Some.
After beating Abban hard, his father would always fall down on the grass hut, gasping for air and scolding him. No one could understand what was being said, and Ural would glance at him from time to time out of a guilty conscience.
If it's not a coincidence, he might meet those sharp eyes like an eagle. At this time, a trace of doubt will always flash in his eyes, but then the doubt will disappear.
Abban would not say that it was Ural's idea to pick out the wolf cubs, nor would he say that it was Ural's idea to steal the dagger. In his eyes, they are brothers, and isn't it natural for him to be slapped twice for his brother?
Sometimes Ural would feel guilty and horrified when he saw Abban's bright smile. Why was he so kind to Ural? Why did he do so many things for Ural without asking for anything in return? Ural asked himself more than once, what if this matter was between Ural and Ural?
Abban switches identities, will Ural come forward like him?
Ural shook his head violently, forcing himself to suppress these unrealistic thoughts. Why did Ural think about these 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.
Abban was stunned for a moment, and the corner of his mouth twitched for a moment.
"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?"
I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and said, "Okay, go make a fire!"
After a tiring day, the female wolf will often return to the den at sunset to bring food to the cubs. Ural and Abban found this cave three days ago by taking advantage of this habit of the female wolf.
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.
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 fate, this is fate!
"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.
When he got closer and pushed aside the thick smoke, Ural was instantly stunned - there was a wolf corpse lying in the semicircular hole!
Abban took a deep breath and crawled into the wolf hole lying on his stomach. After a while, 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 only faced a wolf corpse, Ural was trembling with fear. Abban was obviously very smoked by the fireworks, and he couldn't stop coughing.
shed tears.
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 cub's left hind leg. At 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 for a moment and looked at Aban helplessly. They came here to get the wolf cubs, but they didn't get the wolf cubs. Could they just go back in disgrace?
"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.