The Huns are different from the Han people. The biggest festival of the Han people is the New Year, while the biggest festival of the Huns is called Eid al-Adha. The names are different, but the meanings are basically the same. The Han people are busy for a year, and there are no crops to cultivate in winter, so they can only eat, drink and have fun.
Another advantage of having the biggest holiday at the beginning of spring is that the work of the new year is about to start, so you have to comfort yourself.
The Huns' Eid al-Adha also has the same purpose, but this festival is not held in spring, but in the middle of winter, the coldest time of the year. This is the most difficult period for the Huns herdsmen. If there is not enough fat in the body,
, many people will freeze to death from the cold. Therefore, on this day, every household will slaughter one of the fattest animals to reward themselves for their hard work this year.
The Tuentou family only has more than a hundred sheep, more than half of which are old. Because of last year's war, their most fertile pasture was covered by the flames of war, and no one went there to graze. Without good pasture, the sheep will not grow well.
, many lambs were frozen to death during the first heavy snow, and the remaining old sheep were all skin and bones, with not much meat on their bodies.
Eid al-Adha is the biggest festival for the Huns. Even a poor family like the Tuen head slaughtered a sheep. The mother put the fattest sheep tail in the Tuen head bowl, which attracted several younger brothers and sisters to watch eagerly. The Tuen head
Just as he was about to give the sheep's tail to his younger siblings, his mother glared at him.
Tuntou is sixteen years old this year. Since his father went out with the army and never came back, he has become the only laborer in the family. The other brothers and sisters are still young, and the more than 100 sheep need to be grazed by Tuantou. There are many sheep in the family.
Everything had to be done by Tuen Tou. His body, which was just sixteen years old, was very thin. Compared with the children of rich families who lived in wool yurts, Tuen Tou looked skinny and dry.
After being glared at by their mother, the younger brothers and sisters lowered their heads and ate the mutton bones in front of them. The mother continued to bring the meat from the pot to the Tuen head, and while watching the Tuen head eat, she said: "Eat more, only when you are full will you eat more."
Work hard."
The Tuantou nodded hard, holding back his tears, and stuffed the fattest oil and meat from a sheep into his mouth: "Mom, you eat too, I can't finish all this!"
The mother smiled and still brought the mutton and mutton fat to the village head: "You are the backbone of our family. As long as you are full, they will not be hungry. Hey... if it were your father..." The mother said with her sleeves
I wiped my eyes and swallowed the words that came to my lips.
Today's harvest is not good. There are many families like the Tuentou family. There are also many herdsmen who can't celebrate Eid al-Adha because they have no livestock. It's not that these people are not hardworking, it's just that this damn war has completely disrupted
It has destroyed their lives and brought those herdsmen who are wandering on the edge of life and death completely into the abyss of life.
The headman opened the tent curtain full of holes and walked in. Seeing the Tuantou family eating, he laughed: "Oh, smelling the rich mutton makes people drool unconsciously. It seems that you are celebrating Eid al-Adha."
It’s pretty good!”
The moment she saw the leader, the mother's heart skipped a beat. With a woman's intuition, she had already guessed that something bad was going to happen, because the leader's eyes were always wandering around Tuen Tou: "Here comes the leader.
Please sit down quickly. Do you want to have a taste of the newly cooked sheep bones?" Mother winked at the Tuen head: "The Tuen head went to see if the livestock pens were tight. This year has been difficult, but we don't dare to let those animals go.
Run one."
The Tuen head agreed and walked outside. Several younger brothers and sisters also quickly got up and gave the leader the best seat by the stove. The leader waved his hand: "I won't eat. I don't have time to eat. The king issued an order."
,let……"
"Go quickly!" Mother pushed the head man and interrupted him: "You only know how to eat in one day, how can you support this family in the future if you are so lazy? Your father has become a dead man, and this family is full of people.
We are left with orphans and widowed mothers. We can only eat sheep bones during Eid al-Adha this year, but we can’t even drink plain water next year. Why is my life so miserable? Ugh..."
The mother's cry made the head man scratch his scalp. Thick dandruff floated in the room, and a large part fell into the pot where the meat was being cooked. The head man sighed: "I know your life is difficult.
But whose family is better off? Go and see how many tribes are left out of a tribe that originally had more than 300 households? Don’t cry, I’m the one who should cry!”
The leader took a deep breath: "This is the thirty-second house I have walked through. Every house has difficulties. The father of your village leader died on the battlefield. There is nothing that can be done about it. If you want to blame it, blame it.
This damn war!" After a pause, the leader continued: "But having said that, since we are deployed by the king, and there is a Shanyu above the king, the king does not dare to disobey the Shanyu's order, and naturally we will not disobey the king's order.
Don’t dare to disobey.”
The leader took out a piece of parchment from his arms and threw it in front of his mother: "Look more clearly. The seal on this is from Lang Juxu. It is an order given by Shan Yu himself. Your village was sixteen years old. According to the order,
According to Yu's instructions, all the Huns who are over the age of sixteen should become warriors. The Han army has already come, how can Shanyu protect our homeland without warriors?"
The leader rubbed his hands and put them as close to the stove as possible. His slightly red nose twitched twice: "No one can run away this time. Even I have to climb on the horseback with a knife. My two children will follow me."
Go, what else can I do?"
Seeing that the crying just now had no effect, the mother hurriedly ran over and knelt down at the feet of the leader: "Please, leader, Tun Tou can't leave! This family relies on him inside and outside, and his father has already
If you die on the battlefield, you are considered loyal to the Shan Yu. If the Tuen leader leaves, our broken family will really be over. Neither I nor the few young children will survive! Please take care of him in the past.
For my father’s sake, just let my village head go, okay?”
The leader shook his head: "No way! To tell you the truth, this time the Han people have an army of 300,000, and there are not many of us Xiongnu who can fight. There is nothing we can do to attack the Shanyu with so many Han people. This is already
This is the biggest concession Chanyu has made. In the past, even a thirteen-year-old child would have to go to the battlefield!"
The mother burst into tears and kept kissing the leader's toes: "Please, our village leader has two months to go before he turns sixteen. He is really just a child!"
The leader's face darkened, and he kicked his mother in the chest. The mother was sent flying up, and hit the iron pot behind her heavily. A pot full of mutton soup spilled on the ground without revealing the stewed bones.
Meat cubes.
"You asked me to let you go, who would let me go?" The leader was furious: "I have already told you that this is the Chanyu's order, and no one can disobey it! As long as you are still a Huns, you must obey the Chanyu's order.
, there is no room for negotiation on this matter, let the villagers gather in front of my tent early tomorrow morning, and they will be killed without mercy if they disobey the order!"
The leader no longer paid attention to his mother and the Tuen head family, got up and left with his hat. The mother was hit hard and couldn't get up for a long time. Several younger brothers and sisters were frightened and huddled in the corner crying.
She didn't dare to make a sound. Tuen Tou pulled her mother up and looked at Tuen Tou's childish face. Mother's tears couldn't stop flowing down.
At the same time, the same thing as the Tuntou family was happening in various parts of the Xiongnu. The leaders, leaders, generals, etc. of each tribe sent people to recruit soldiers in their own territories. It was said to be recruiting, but in fact it was forced. Those
The people and the headmen said almost the same thing, all because the Han people were about to invade, and everyone over the age of sixteen needed to become a warrior.
The Tuen head helped his mother wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to her respectfully, and called his second son in front of him: "After I leave, you will be the most capable man in the family. We don't have any extravagant expectations."
In addition, as long as the family can sit together and have a meal of boiled meat next year, even if I follow in my father's footsteps, I will feel relieved!"
The second child nodded heavily, and the family hugged each other and cried bitterly.
Yi Zhixie was sitting in the big tent, with wine and meat in front of him, and a very brave song and dance was being performed. In the past, the Huns never danced in tents, especially in the royal tent. They liked to dance with bonfires.
Dance and sing, and when you are tired, just find a place to rest. You can also meet the girl you love in such a dance hall. If you are in love, just find a hay to chop, and there will be no more talk about the rest.
But after Yi Zhixie came, the situation seemed to have changed. Yi Zhixie brought many lifestyles of the Han people, including dancing in tents. He believed that this is what makes a nobleman. Since he is a nobleman, he should look like a nobleman.
You cannot be as rough and uneducated as common people.
Li Shaojun was also among the guests. The expression on his face was the same as usual. He was neither unhappy nor happy. His face was as calm as a frozen lake. He didn't want to come to such an occasion. Yi Zhixie only learned the skills of the Han family.
There was no trace of etiquette, inner temperament and noble qualities. Looking at the drooling and shouting nobles carrying them down, Li Shaojun shook his head and smiled bitterly in his heart.
"Today is the Eid al-Adha, and I have specially invited you to celebrate the festival. These songs and dances are newly arranged, and they are very majestic to me, the Wolf God. I have named them Blood Wolf. What do you think?"
"Good blood wolf! Good blood wolf!"
"The Chanyu is so quick and resourceful that none of us can match him!"
A group of people began to flatter him, but only King Wu Jian frowned and remained silent. Yi Zhixie glanced at King Wu Jian: "King Wu Jian, do you have a better name?"
King Wu Jian stood up quickly: "The name given by Shan Yu is so original that we are not worthy of it, but..."
"but what?"
King Wu Jian was worried: "Chanyu, we Xiongnu are the descendants of the Sirius God. The name Blood Wolf sounds uncomfortable. Please think again, Shanyu!"
"Humph!" the king of the military camp was furious and drew out his weapon with a cry. The dancing girls were jumped and hurriedly stopped, lying on the ground motionless. (To be continued)
