Chapter 287: A Helpless Choice (4000 Words Two in One Chapter)
What will be on the other side of the mountain? What will the grassland look like? Are the people there the same as them?
"Father, where are we going?"
With a hint of worry and fear of the unknown life, Ural suddenly asked.
"You'll know when you get here. In the name of the most benevolent God, my child, 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 fix it."
"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 filled 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!" The father took a deep breath, suddenly 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 return 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 severe drought if everyone works together?
Could it be that the tribe was cursed by the Immortal Heaven?
The people who came to attend the funeral completely surrounded Old Bass's tent, making it almost impossible for even a bird to fly in.
Old Bass lay there quietly, with a piece of white cloth tied under his chin, and a vague 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.
It came too suddenly, and it was hard to accept it. At this moment, the status of this respected old Bass in the clan was revealed, and almost all relatives and friends cried and expressed their inner sorrow.
On weekdays, Ural knew very little about Ellie, the woman from Old Bath. In his opinion, she was a somewhat cold and unfeeling woman, but at this moment, her emotions overflowed like a rushing stream, more than any other woman.
People are fierce and abundant.
She slowly walked to her husband's side, closed her eyes for him, and felt comfortable.
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 of that of Ural's family. God took him away today.
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.
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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. People who went to fetch water from the forest found him and were friendly.
He stepped forward 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 Bas back to the tent. Soon after, the whole family knew the news. Old Bas lived to be sixty-three years old. According to his father, Old Bas was blessed.
Man, we should pray for him instead of crying 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. The whole day and night of dancing attracted the attention of the tribe. He almost exerted all his strength, but his piety did not win the mercy of the Immortal God.
The grassland is still dry. It was after that dance that his father made the decision to move his family elsewhere. Ural always thought about how big a blow it would be for someone as proud as old Bass. As a priest, he
However, he cannot sense the Immortality Sky and bring joyful rain 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 grove alone. Could it be that the Immortal God gave him some revelation? What does the sentence on the birch bark mean?
For some reason, Ural remembered the story told by his father. 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 that old Bas was just like that warrior. He was as courageous and dedicated everything to his 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 start their migration.
The road to the west is difficult to walk. My father said that we have to cross ridges one after another and cross rivers one after another. We go westward along the river valley, traveling day and night, and we don’t know how long it will take to get there.
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 horseback for a whole day, Ural's muscles and bones were already soft. Without waiting for his father's prompting, he easily climbed off the horse and got into the tent. The temporary felt tent had a very small internal space and could only accommodate two people. Qi Shen. Ural curled up into a ball and looked at his father beside him quietly.
Ural had always thought that his father was an extremely indifferent person, but this night, Ural shed tears for the first time when he saw him. Was he crying for old Bass? This man, who had been his biggest rival all his life, also shed tears. He is also his brother, friend and confidant.
This is how it should be between brothers, 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 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 his father knew this , and why not 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 heartbeat accelerated rapidly, trying to recall the story of the devil and the warrior.
A tribe that does not have the courage to face a new life has no reason to survive! Someone must stand up when the tribe encounters danger!
Is this man the old Bass?
When the myth became life, fear instantly overflowed Ural's body.
A strong wind swept outside the tent, ruthlessly tearing open the curtain in just a moment, and Ural shivered and hid in the felt tent.
Evil thoughts are far scarier 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 whole body. 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.
It's not like that, it's not, 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 early morning dew fell on the tip of Ural's nose and had already formed frost, making it irritable and itchy. The little red pony Matash under her crotch had been trekking for days, and her muscles and bones were temporarily exhausted, so her energy and energy were not very good today.
.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 more pitiful than people. People can talk to their friends when something goes wrong, 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 Aban's father, who was riding on a camel to guide everyone.
Ural guessed that Abban'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 take the initiative to talk to him, he won't speak.
How can you expect such a person to talk to you to stand up and lead the way for the people of the tribe?
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 the reins of their horses tightly, they fell asleep inadvertently. This is very dangerous. Once a person falls off the bumpy horse, it is very likely that he will fall asleep.
They would be hung upside down in the stirrups and driven tens of meters by the horses. If they were lucky, they would get scratches all over their bodies. If they were unlucky, their beloved horses would trample their ribs and even die.
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 in the center of the queue, and Mitt and Dooku were marching next to them. Mitt was a strong young man, seventeen years old this year. It is said that his ancestor was an elder of a neighboring tribe, and later
Because he failed to fight for power, he fled to the Ural tribe with his remnants and settled there. If this statement is true, this guy who likes to use slingshots to sneak attack Ural and Abban will be even more unpopular. You know,
If Ural's grandfather hadn't taken in his grandfather Ayi back then, he wouldn't be showing off here at all 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 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. No matter who glances at him accidentally, this
The guy will think that he is spying on him. In retaliation, he will glare back hard. You can never imagine what kind of chilling gaze it is. Ural would say that it is as cold and sharp as the gaze of a wild wolf.
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As for Dooku, the little fat guy who likes to catch wild rats with his chest exposed in the winter is not so annoying. However, this guy is very lazy and always likes to sleep on a large bluestone when 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 smell their strong body odor clearly. This lack of choice made Ural depressed. Ural suddenly remembered what his father had said.
In a word, we are born in the grassland, grow up in the grassland, and if there is no accident, we will die in the grassland. The Immortal God has given us life, but it has set many hardships in life. On this road, there are people and scenery you like, and there are also
The people and scenery you hate, whether you are willing or not, must accept them without choice, because cattle, sheep, mountains, rivers, vegetation are all an indispensable part of this road, and suffering is a test set by God. Life is