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Chapter 287 The Disaster in the Grassland (4000 words in two chapters)

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 hit Ural's heart like a thunder.How long has it been since he smiled for Ural?Perhaps in his eyes, Ural is a weed-out kid like Nurbek.Since it is the elimination of lambs, how can anyone be proud of it?

So, so he changed his mind about the Urals today because of a dead wolf?

This is the first time in 12 years that my father laughed for Ural and was proud of Ural!
God, my father laughed for Ural, Aban laughed for Ural, and even old Bass, who had always been staid and silent, laughed for Ural this time!Ural made a request to his father for the first time, and he agreed with a smile!The feeling of happiness suddenly came, lingering around Ural, Ural was almost suffocated with happiness!At this moment, Ural seems to have received the most sincere blessing from God!
"Aida, do you know what you are doing! Do you know how much danger your decision will bring to the tribe!" Old Bass rushed into Ural's father's tent aggressively, roaring hysterically .

Ever since Ural could remember, Ural had never seen such a big fire with this eccentric and surly old hair, and it was in front of his father.

Ural's father coughed a few times and signaled the servant to take Ural and Aban to rest first.Ural had always slept in the same felt tent with Aban, but for some reason, he felt a little nervous today.Seeing Ural's hesitation to speak, the smile on his father's face was wiped away, replaced by a silence like the sea of ​​death.

"go out!"

Before his father could say it a second time, Ural fled after Aban and Zahan.

Lying quietly on the tapestry in the tent, Ural meditated with the night.

Sitting on the side is Aban's mother, Halima, or Irene Halima.

Elena Halima is a somewhat taciturn woman. Except for herding sheep and milking milk, she hardly shows her face in public.Perhaps because of her husband, this woman has a conservative side that is almost paranoid.Whenever a grand playing and singing concert is held in the grassland, the whole clan will flock to it, but you will never see Halima.She usually locks herself in a cold tent, worshiping God over and over again.Anyone with a discerning eye can see that she is very afraid of her husband Tohan, but few people can explain why.Whenever her husband's dead fish eyes stared at Halima, the poor woman would cover her mouth and sob softly, shaking her head now and then and murmuring: "O great God, what crime have I done that you want Punish me like this!"

Perhaps because of heavy work, everyone does not have enough time and energy to pay attention to Halima.But sometimes a peaceful life is like a loess that is gradually sinking in, seeping slowly through the cracks, making people feel itchy.

And Halima's story has obviously become a touch of pungent condiment in the peaceful life, causing ripples in the quiet lake of the soul.As for the truth of the story, who cares?
It is said that Halima's ancestors were Oxa people who lived a hunting life in the dark forest thousands of miles away.A long time ago, a branch of their tribe moved south because they could not bear the harsh living environment, came to the grassland, and settled there ever since.

If this version of the story is true, then Halima is not a pure-blood prairie person, and of course she will not receive God's unreserved blessing.

Is that why her husband was so sarcastic to Halima?

Ural took in the hazy moonlight of Haraxia, and carefully looked at this somewhat vicissitudes of the cheek.She has long light yellow hair that is slightly curly, a pair of black and blue eyes, and a nose bridge that is as tall as a poplar tree.
"what!"

This shouldn't look like a prairie man!

Ural was very proud of this great discovery, and his heart beat faster and faster.The wrinkled middle-aged woman seemed to have noticed something, she just raised her head and looked at him, with an indescribable chill projecting from her eyes.

"Master Ural, what's the matter with you." Abanxu was woken up by Ural's noise, rubbing his sleepy eyes, struggling away from the tapestry stacked like mountain folds, and slowly got up.

"No, it's nothing!" Ural lifted the curtain and strode out of Halima's Harasa.At that time, Ural was already drenched, struggling to control his swaying body, panting heavily, like a camel about to give birth.

The night wind was extremely fierce, and it slashed at Ural's cheek like an ice knife. Like everyone who discovered the frozen secret, Ural fled.

Ural returned to his tent, to the side of his silent father.

For some reason, when he thought of Halima's cheeks that were wrinkled like chapped loess, Ural's body couldn't help but tremble.When my father saw Ural's appearance, his lips squirmed slightly, opening and closing up and down, as if he wanted to say something.

But he didn't say anything after all, he just sighed and patted Ural's arm: "Go to bed early, you have to get up early tomorrow."

"You, can you tell me a story? I can't sleep."

Ural looked at his father timidly, wringing his hands behind his back as always, feeling like a deer.

"Okay then, if you want to hear a story, I'll tell you one, but after you're done, go to bed obediently!" Father actually agreed to Ural!This man, who has always been in awe of Ural, tucked up the corner of the quilt for Ural, and a rare smile appeared on his frozen cheeks.

"A long time ago, when the sun, moon and stars were still in chaos, and the mountains, rivers and glaciers were at a loss, there was a young man who lived with his tribe on the grassland. In addition to cattle and sheep, there were countless demons on the grassland."

"Yes, at that time the grassland was much bigger than it is now. Oh, boy, in the name of the most benevolent God, please don't interrupt me, you ask me where is the grassland? Oh, no one knows where it is, At least not the living ones, you know what I mean."

"On that prairie, as long as you push aside a tuft of pasture, you can see knee-high water nests, in which there are countless swimming fish, herons, and croaking frogs. Of course, you know, there are dense skeletons .”

"The young man is a real warrior. He is proficient in bowing horses, riding and shooting, and won the favor of the patriarch. The old patriarch even thought of marrying his daughter to this warrior. He goes to the edge of the grassland with his tribe every day. Hunting in the dense forest, along the stream all the way, he can always bring back a few thick and fat yellow sheep and countless pheasants."

"All the women in the clan admire this young man, but everyone knows that this warrior is the son-in-law of the old patriarch, so they just look at it, and don't have any unreasonable thoughts. The days are so peaceful day by day. until one day."

"Cough cough, don't look at me like that, close your eyes child, close your eyes, God has given you light, you have to know how to cherish it. From now on, close your eyes and take a deep breath. Yes, That's what it looks like."

Old Bath's Tiaoshen obviously did not have any real effect, and the tribe and the grassland were still shrouded in continuous haze.Days of drought have killed countless camels, cattle and sheep, as well as the hope of the grassland people to continue to survive.The clansman found old Bass again and again, hoping that he could perform the God Trance again, and pray for a happy rain from the Longevity Heaven.Ural remembered that Old Bath first frowned and meditated, then nodded heavily, put on bright and gorgeous divine clothes, and set off silently wearing a bowler hat with divine bird feathers.

It was a wonderful dance of gods. Old Bath danced lightly around the bluestone from sunrise to dusk.The moving drum beats were like the teachings of the gods, and all the people present held their breaths.As the daylight gradually dimmed, the clansman raised a bonfire, and Old Buzz continued to dance around the bonfire without any intention of stopping to rest.

Ural and Aban leaned against each other and sat beside a haystack, squinting slightly as they watched the old man dancing, singing, and confiding to Changshengtian.Gradually, the scene in front of Ural's eyes became blurred, the sun, the moon and the stars were mixed together, and there was only a crisp bang. Ural instinctively made a smart move and looked towards the middle of the campfire.

It was Old Bath's skin drum that fell, and it was the hope of the whole family.

Old Bass beat the ground angrily, howled hoarsely, like a poor child.Ural knew that the Tiaoshen failed this time.Old Bath cried all night, and Ural told Aban that the tears he shed could fill Lake Ebiser.Aban asked Ural puzzled, if this is the case, why don't everyone use the tears shed by old Bacchus for animals to drink? Ural said that human tears are salty, just like the water in Baijiantan, which is undrinkable.

A-Ban nodded his head half-understood, and kept silent.

Since that day, Old Bath has aged inevitably.His eye sockets were sunken deeply, looking like a grand canyon from a distance.The crow's feet in the corners of his eyes became more and more obvious, and the rough skin on it looked like sandy rocks in the Gobi Desert.The most frightening thing was the mouth, which reminded Ural of the devil in the myths his father told.The only difference is that the mouth is not on the chest.

Old Buzz seldom appeared in the yurt meetings of the clan. According to his words, Changshengtian abandoned him.What qualifications does a person who has been abandoned by the Changshengtian express his views at the meeting that decides the fate of the whole clan?Except Ural and Aban occasionally went to him to inquire about the skills of catching gazelle, no one would go to him again.

The cattle and sheep are constantly dying of thirst, and the worries on the brows of the people are getting deeper and deeper.Until one day, my father decided to move his family to another pasture.This incident caused great repercussions in the clan. Most people agreed with the father's resolution, but there are still many clansmen who think that this is the root of everyone, and we cannot survive without it.But my father's attitude this time was extremely firm, and no one was allowed to question it.

It is said that Bath Sr. and his father had a great disagreement on this matter. They argued from the rising of the sun to the appearance of the moon, but they still could not reach an agreement.All the elders in the clan were worried. You must know that this quarrel was between the two most respected men in the clan.Although Old Bath didn't often show up in clan meetings, the prestige accumulated over the years has not dissipated after all. He resolutely opposed the clan's departure, which made Ural's father face a difficult situation.

Finally, that night, Father Ural had to gather the whole family, young and old, in the open space outside his tent, and gave everyone a piece of birch bark to carve out their decisions.Ural and Aban are worried about this matter. Should they leave or stay?

This grassland is where I was born and raised, but if I don't leave, the whole family may die of thirst.Ural pursed his lips, pulled out the knife at his waist tremblingly, and carved his decision on the back of the birch bark.

leave, leave, stay, leave
When the old priest finished reciting the birch bark engraved by everyone, Old Bath's complexion instantly turned pale.The already wrinkled cheeks were even more ferocious under the imprint of the bonfire. At that moment, I knew that he was completely old and lost the desire to live like Zhuan Tianyang, although he might be buried by the sweeping yellow sand.

Old Bass tremblingly walked towards his tent, refusing the support of his clansmen.He moved in the muddy darkness with one foot deep and one shallow foot, leaving only an empty reflection for us.

Escape has become the only option, even though it is against the ancestors.But what can be done?Changshengtian fed us, not to make us die of thirst and starvation.In the name of the most benevolent and benevolent God, Ural must say that this is not the worst choice.

Ural clearly remembered the day of departure, it was a gloomy morning.Just after dawn, Ural was woken up by his father to tidy up his things.Ural rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked out of the tent. Looking at the complicated scene in front of him, he panicked for no reason.

Why do you have to leave today?Can't we go tomorrow?Where is Aban?Why haven't you seen him all night?
Countless questions flashed through Ural's mind. He was like a lamb that was wounded and backed away, hiding in the sheepfold and looking at the outside world, but everything was so blurry.

Ural looked up to the other side.

There are camels carrying baggage and tapestry everywhere, lying quietly on the ground, ruminating slowly with their eyes closed.In the face of such a big change, it is the camel that is not surprised. It is really interesting to say.

"Where have you been, my child!" The father's deep voice came from behind Ural, and Ural couldn't help but shudder.

"Come with me!" Father hurriedly urged Ural, and got on the horse first.

Ural didn't say anything, just silently followed his father and rode on the maroon colt, and rode slowly towards the unknown north.

The sun gradually emerged, and the gentle sunlight shone down, coating all the dark corners with a layer of brilliance.Ural swallowed, held the rein with one hand, glanced at the cooked wolf cub skin on the saddle, and let out a long sigh.

(End of this chapter)