Chapter 286 The disaster of the grassland (4000 words two in one chapter)
When Ural's father saw the dead wolf cub in the camp, an indifferent smile appeared on his face. Although it was only for a moment, it struck Ural's heart like thunder. How long had it been since he smiled for Ural?
Perhaps in his eyes, Ural is just like Nurbek. Since it is a eliminated kid, how can anyone be proud of it?
So, then he changed his view of Ural today because of a dead wolf?
This is the first time in twelve years that my father smiles and is proud of Ural!
Oh my god, my father smiled for Ural, Abban smiled for Ural, and even the old Bass, who had always been staunch and silent, smiled for Ural this time! Ural made a request to his father for the first time, and he actually agreed with a smile.
! The feeling of happiness suddenly came and lingered tightly around Ural. Ural was almost suffocated with happiness! At this moment, Ural seemed to have received the most sincere blessing from God!
"Aidal, do you know what you are doing! Do you know how much danger your decision will bring to the tribe!" Old Bas rushed into Ural's father's felt tent, roaring hysterically.
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Ever since Ural could remember, Ural had never seen this eccentric and surly old man so angry, and that was in front of his father.
Ural's father coughed a few times and signaled the servants to take Ural and Aban to rest first. Ural always slept in a felt tent with Aban, but for some reason, he felt a little uneasy today. Seeing that Ural was about to speak, he stopped talking.
The smile on his father's face was wiped away, replaced by a silence as dark as the sea of death.
"go out!"
Before his father could say it a second time, Ural followed Aban and Zahan and fled.
Lying quietly on the tapestry in the tent, Ural meditated with the night.
Sitting aside is Abban's mother Halima, or you can call her Irina Halima.
Elena Halima is a somewhat taciturn woman. Apart from herding sheep and milking cows, she rarely shows up in public. Perhaps because of her husband, this woman has an almost paranoid conservative side. Whenever a grand event is held on the grassland,
During the singing and playing sessions, the whole clan will flock to it, but you will never see Halima. She usually locks herself in a cold tent and worships the gods over and over again. Anyone with a discerning eye can see it.
, she is very afraid of her husband Tuohan. As for the reason, few people can explain it clearly. Whenever her husband stares at Halima with his dead fish eyes, the poor woman will cover her mouth and whisper.
He sobbed and occasionally shook his head and murmured: "Great God, what sin have I done, and you want to punish me like this!"
Perhaps due to the heavy work, everyone does not have enough time and energy to pay attention to Halima. However, sometimes the peaceful life is like a pile of loess that gradually sinks in, slowly seeping through the gaps, scratching people's minds.
And Halima’s story has obviously become a spicy ingredient in a peaceful life, causing ripples in the quiet lake of the soul. As for whether the story is true or false, who cares?
It is said that Halima's ancestors were Oksa people who lived a hunting life in the dark forests thousands of miles away. A long time ago, a branch of their tribe could not bear the harsh living environment and moved south.
Came to the grassland and settled down ever since.
If this version of the story is true, then Halima is not a pure-blooded grassland person, and of course she will not receive God's unreserved blessing.
Was this the reason why her husband was so cold to Halima?
Ural took in the hazy moonlight of Harasha and carefully examined this somewhat weathered cheek. It has long, slightly curly light yellow hair, a pair of black and blue eyes, and a nose as tall as a poplar tree.
"ah!"
This shouldn't look like a prairie man!
Ural was extremely proud of this great discovery, and his heart beat rapidly. The middle-aged woman with a wrinkled face seemed to have discovered something, and she only raised her head and looked towards him, with an indescribable chill in her eyes.
"Master Ural, what's wrong with you?" Abansh was woken up by Ural's noise. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, broke away from the mountain-folded tapestry, and stood up slowly.
"No, it's nothing!" Ural opened the curtain and strode out of Halima's halasha. By then, Ural was already soaked, trying hard to control his swaying body, breathing heavily, like a
Camel about to give birth.
The night wind was extremely fierce, and it was like an ice knife slashing towards Ural's cheek. Like all those who discovered the secret of the ice, Ural fled.
Ural returned to his tent and to his silent father.
For some reason, Ural's body couldn't help but shudder when he thought of Halima's wrinkled cheeks like chapped loess. When his father saw Ural's appearance, his lips wriggled slightly, opening and closing, as if he wanted to say something.
But he didn't say anything in the end. He just sighed and patted Ural on the arm: "Go to bed early, we have to get up early tomorrow."
"Can you tell me a story? I can't sleep."
Ural looked at his father timidly, wringing his hands as usual, feeling as if he had hit a deer.
"Well, if you want to hear a story, I'll tell you one, but after you finish telling it, just go to bed!" Father actually agreed to Ural! This man who had always been in awe of Ural tucked him in for Ural.
A rare smile appeared on the frozen cheeks.
"A long time ago, when the sun, moon and stars were still in chaos, and the mountains, rivers and glaciers were in a state of confusion, there was a young man living with his tribe on the grassland. In addition to cattle and sheep, there were countless demons grazing on that grassland."
"Yes, the grassland at that time was much larger than it is now. Oh, my child, in the name of the Most Benevolent and Benevolent God, please don't interrupt me and ask me where the grassland is? Oh, no one knows where it is.
At least not anyone alive, you know what I mean."
"On that grassland, you only need to push aside a tuft of grass and you can see knee-high water nests with countless swimming fish, herons, singing frogs and of course, you know, there are also numerous skeletons.
"
"The young man is a true warrior. He is skilled in bow and horse, can ride and shoot well, and is favored by the clan leader. The old clan leader even thought about marrying his daughter to this warrior. He goes to the edge of the grassland with his clan members every day.
Hunting in the dense forests and walking along the streams, he always brings back a few fat yellow sheep and countless pheasants."
"All the women in the clan are extremely admiring of this young man, but everyone knows that this warrior is the elder clan's favorite son-in-law, so they just look at it and don't think anything wrong. The days pass peacefully day by day.
Stay until one day”
"Ahem, don't look at me like that. Close your eyes, kid, close your eyes. God has given you light, and you must know how to cherish it. From now on, close your eyes and take a deep breath. Yes,
That’s it.”
Old Bas's God-Tiao obviously had no real effect, and the tribe and the grassland were still shrouded in continuous gloom. The drought for days had killed countless camels, cattle and sheep, and also killed the grassland people's hope of continuing to survive. The tribesmen found it again and again.
Old Bas, I hope he can perform another divine dance and pray for the rain of joy from the Immortal Heaven. Ural remembers that Old Bas first frowned and meditated, then nodded heavily, put on bright and colorful divine clothes, and wore a god-like suit.
Bird Feather Dome Hat set off silently.
It was a wonderful dance. Old Bas danced gracefully around the bluestone, dancing from sunrise to dusk. The moving drumbeats were like God's teachings going straight into people's hearts. All the tribesmen present held their breath. The sun gradually dimmed.
After coming down, the tribesmen set up a bonfire, and Old Bas continued to dance around the bonfire without any intention of stopping to rest.
Ural and Abban sat leaning against each other next to a haystack, squinting slightly as they watched the old man dancing, singing, and talking to the sky. Gradually, the scene in front of Ural's eyes became blurred, and the sun, moon, and stars blended into each other.
There was only one loud bang, and Ural instinctively thought of it and looked towards the center of the bonfire.
What fell was Old Bass's leather drum, and the whole family's hope.
Old Bas beat the ground angrily and cried hoarsely, pitifully like a child. Ural knew that this dance failed. Old Bas cried all night. Ural told Aban that the tears he shed were enough.
It is enough to fill Lake Abise. Abban asked Ural in confusion, in this case, can we just use the tears shed by old Bacchus to drink for humans and animals? Ural said, human tears are salty, just like white alkali.
The water in the beach is also not drinkable.
Abban nodded in understanding and said nothing.
Since that day, old Bass has inevitably aged. His eye sockets are deeply sunken, and from a distance, they look like the Grand Canyon. The crow's feet at the corners of his eyes have become increasingly obvious, and the rough skin has become
, just like the sandy soil and rocks in the Gobi Desert. The most terrifying thing is the mouth, which really reminds Ural of the devil in the myth told by his father. The only difference is that this mouth does not grow on the chest.
Old Bas rarely appeared in the tribe's felt tent meetings anymore. In his words, Changshengtian had abandoned him. What qualifications did a person who was abandoned by Changshengtian have to express his opinions at a meeting that decided the fate of the entire clan?
What's his point of view? Except for Ural and Aban who occasionally went to him to ask about the techniques of catching yellow sheep, no one would go to him anymore.
The cattle and sheep continued to die of thirst, and the worries on the brows of the tribe became more and more serious. Until one day, my father decided to move the whole family to another pasture. This matter caused great repercussions in the tribe, and most people agreed with it.
My father's decision, but there are still many tribesmen who believe that this is our root and we cannot survive without it. But my father's attitude this time is extremely firm and does not allow anyone to question it.
It is said that old Bass and his father had a big disagreement on this matter. They argued from the time the sun rose to the appearance of the moon, but still could not reach an agreement. The elders of the clan were all very worried. You must know about this quarrel.
They are the two most respected men in the clan. Although old Bass does not often appear in clan meetings, the prestige he has accumulated over the years has not dissipated. He firmly opposes the clan leaving, which makes Ural's father commit a crime.
Difficulty.
On the last night, Ural's father had to summon the whole family, old and young, to the open space outside his tent, gave everyone a piece of birch bark, and asked them to carve out their own decisions. Ural and Aban were worried about this matter.
Should I leave or stay?
This grassland is the place where I was born and raised, but if I don’t leave, the whole family may die of thirst. Ural pursed his lips, tremblingly pulled out the knife from his waist, and carved his own inscription on the back of the birch bark.
decision.
leave, leave, stay, leave
When the old priest finished arranging the birch bark that everyone had carved and chanted, old Bass's complexion instantly turned pale. His already wrinkled cheeks looked even more ferocious under the light of the campfire. At that moment, I knew he was
Completely withered and old, like the sky poplar, it has lost the desire to live, although it may be buried by the sweeping yellow sand.
Old Bas walked tremblingly toward his tent, refusing the help of his tribesmen. He moved one step deeper and one shallower in the muddy darkness, leaving only an empty reflection for us.
Escape has become the only option, even though it goes against our ancestors. But what can we do? The Immortal Heaven has nurtured us, not to let us die of thirst and starvation. In the name of the most benevolent and benevolent God, Ural must
Say, this is not the worst choice.
Ural clearly remembered the day he set out, it was a gloomy early morning. As soon as it dawned, Ural was woken up by his father to pack his things. Ural rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked out of the tent, looking at the complicated and noisy scene in front of him, he felt panicked for no reason.
Why do we have to leave today? Can’t we leave tomorrow? Where is Aban? Why haven’t I seen him all night?
Countless questions ran through Ural's mind. He was like an injured lamb that retreated, hiding in the sheepfold and looking at the outside world, but everything was so blurry.
Ural raised his head and looked to the other side.
There were camels everywhere carrying baggage and tapestry. They lay quietly on the ground, slowly chewing their cud with their eyes closed. Faced with such a big change, it was the camels that remained calm, which is really interesting to say.
"Where have you been, my child!" His father's deep voice came from behind Ural, and Ural couldn't help but shudder.
"Come with me quickly!" Ural's father urged Ural urgently, taking the lead in getting on the horse's back.
Ural didn't say anything, he just silently followed his father and mounted the maroon pony, riding slowly towards the unknown north.
The sun gradually emerged, and the gentle sunlight spread down, coating all the dark corners with a layer of brilliance. Ural swallowed, holding the reins with one hand, and glanced at the ripe wolf cub skin on the saddle.