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Chapter 9 The Origin of Uighur Power
After returning to her tent, life continued. Yunchu continued to weave the horsewhip, Selema continued to spin the wool, and Naha was naturally bored playing with her white stones endlessly at the entrance of the tent.

"You killed them, didn't you?" Selema was a little excited.

"It's not me, it's Tengger who fell in love with the father and son, and summoned them to go to heaven." Yun Chu would never admit this to death.

"I always thought you killed them."

Faced with Sailaima's inexplicable sixth sense, Yunchu had no choice but to stop his busy hands and said: "I have never been close to their father and son."

Selema nodded and said, "That's right. It seems that Tengger couldn't understand their father and son's misdeeds and sent them to the bottom of the Montenegro to suffer."

Yun Chu nodded obediently, he felt that Selema's words were very correct.

Yun Chu's education never allowed him to accuse himself of murder. Even if he did it himself, he would never admit it, even if he was meritorious for the murder.

Because, no matter what the reason is, you will make a large part of the people think that you are different from them.

"What kind of woman are you going to let into your tent?" Without the pressure from Big Apo, Selema returned to her former vivacity.

Yunchu glanced at Sailaima, and saw that she had already put on an appearance of raising her head and chest, so she said naturally: "You must be the same woman as you were when you were young."

Selema laughed loudly, and twisted the spindle vigorously, and the spindle started to spin quickly. It could be seen that she was really happy.

"Yunchu, you have to remember that when you are looking for a woman, you must look for the woman who is best at giving birth. If she can give you a group of boys, then you can become the patriarch of a small tribe.

If you find a group of women to give you many, many children, you can become the Awa master of the big clan.

If there is a tribe of women who give birth to you..."

Yun Chu smiled and watched Selema waving his hands skillfully spinning the thread, while instilling in him the Sai people's way of survival and prosperity.

One person, one family to create an ethnic group, one country, is not an unattainable thing here.

Many countries and tribes in the Western Regions arose in this way.

As long as men are strong enough, male hormones are sufficient enough, and they can find enough food to feed many women, they can create the myth that one person creates a race!

The more excited Sailaima said, the more Yunchu didn't want to be a Uyghur shit.

Firstly, he felt that he was incapable of sleeping with a whole tribe of women without picking and choosing, and secondly, there was not a single woman in this small Huihe tribe who could see through.

"Yunchu, you must marry many, many beauties, have many, many children, live the best, best life, eat the best and best food, and wear the best and best clothes."

Yunchu put down the cowhide strap in his hand and said with a smile: "You want to see me live a good life, first of all, you must live a good life for yourself, you'd better live for a while, as long as you live enough In the long run, I guarantee you will see my wife who is as beautiful as a fairy, son who is as strong as a cow, and daughter who makes many, many people want to marry.

Before talking about this, let's discuss whether I can stop being a Huihe, I really can't stand them. "

The spindle in Sailaima's hand stopped turning. She lowered her head and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said, "You are not a Huihe, nor a Sailor, nor my son... When the tribe moved, I passed by a piece of Gobi. There was a huge doll, a huge doll as big as a mountain. At that time, the doll was sleeping on the ground, so pitiful, so lonely, I wanted to take him home, but I couldn’t move it... the doll was very Big, not soft at all, as hard as a rock..."

Yun Chu hugged Sailaima's shoulder and said in a low voice: "I know, I know, I'm not a Huihe, nor a Sai, but I will always be your son."

Selema patted Yunchu's hand in surprise and said excitedly: "You are not my son, you are the son of God!"

It was no secret in this small tribe that Selema wanted to enter Jaska's tent.

Many women in the tribe are envious.

They will wait on the only way to Jaska, and once they arrive at Jaska, they will shake their braids full of lice, blink their eyes, twist their waists and talk to this promising men flatter.

This made Selema very angry and attacked those women more than once, sometimes by throwing stones, sometimes by throwing a spindle, and more often by spitting and cursing.

Naha naturally helps her mother, so the little guy has recently learned to roll his eyes and spit.

Whenever Naha spits and curses, those women will chase and beat Naha, as long as Naha is chased and beaten, Yunchu will jump up and chase those nasty women, as long as Yunchu starts chasing and beating those women, those women The woman's father, brother, and younger brothers would besiege Yunchu.

When this time comes, Jie Sika will immediately attack and beat up those men who surrounded and assaulted Yunchu.

It is reasonable to say that beating a woman is not something that Yunchu can do, but, in this Cypriot tribe, beating is impossible!
If you don't beat her, she will think you are a wimp, will not feel safe around you, will call you a sheep, and will take the initiative to seduce those men who beat women very hard.

At the beginning, Yunchu didn't understand their behavior of actively looking for beatings. After staying in the Huihe tribe for a long time, he could see a little way.

It's not that the women here like to be beaten, but they think that finding a strong, bad-tempered man to rely on is really the only way to survive in this world.

Just like how wild sheep compete for mating rights by fighting horns, this method is also prevalent in the Huihe tribe.

In the play, he and his wife are affectionate and affectionate, and the gentle and gentle scholar probably won't live for more than three days in this environment.

Therefore, only men with strong military force, strong body and bad temper like rams are the best candidates for Huihe women to choose husbands.

With the help of Yunchu and Jie Sijia, Sailaima and Naha were always able to spit on the faces of the fallen women as the final victors.

As for the plight of Yunchu with bruised nose and swollen face, and Jie Siga with bleeding nose, neither mother nor daughter could see them.

In their eyes, a man who doesn't have a bruised nose, swollen face, and nosebleeds is not worthy of living with their mother and daughter! ! !
There is a world of difference between goats under the sun and wolves under the sun.

There is no doubt that Yunchu and Jie Sika are the latter!
Back in the tent, Yunchu and Jie Siga received the emperor-level service from Selema and Naha.

There is not only hot dandelion tea, but also a shoulder massage service. However, Selema serves Jaska with winking eyes, while Naha pinches her brother's shoulders randomly.

"Is your big Abo won?" Yunchu was very concerned about Jie Siga's current status, and only when his status was high could he truly protect the mother and daughter.

"Bisutqin agreed to me." Jie Siga was somewhat proud.

"Is there any difficulty?"

A cold light flashed in Jie Siga's eyes, and he said in a low voice, "You know, Ge Lusa has eleven sons."

Yunchu looked at Jie Siga and said, "Six of them are under eight years old."

"That depends on whether Porun Khan will take pity on Ge Lusa. After all, Bisu Teqin is one of Porun Khan's sons."

Yun Chu frowned and said: "Since you are a person who is more diligent than Su Teqin, it is impossible for him to do nothing. Our Huihe people with two hundred tents are more or less a force that can be counted. He thought How can there be such a good thing in the world to control these people without doing anything."

Jie Siga took a sip of the bitter dandelion tea from the wooden bowl and said in a low voice, "This is what I want to tell you, tonight..."

Jie Siga continued to drink his tea with his head down before he finished speaking, as if he shouldn't say the next words.

Yunchu turned around and said to Sailaima, who was pinching Jieska's shoulders, "Pack up your skins, I'll take you to smoke marmots tonight."

Jie Sijia wondered, "Are you going to smoke marmots at night?"

Yun Chu nodded and said, "I'm afraid that Marmot won't be home if I go late."

"It's not what you think, we're going to kill Ge Lusa's remaining son and his minions."

"Is this what Bisu Teqin told you?"

Jaska shook his head and said, "It was Cathorn who told me that I should be ready at night, and if there is a mess, I will take the opportunity to kill Ge Lusa's sons."

"Chaos? What do you mean?"

"do not know!"

Yunchu stared into Jie Siga's eyes for a long time, then lowered his head to stare at the fire in the fire pit without saying a word for a long time.

Jie Sika did not know when he left, Yunchu was still thinking when he left, and only Selema followed him out.

The Huihe people say they are descendants of wolves, so the Cypriots now also start to say that they are descendants of wolves.

Yunchu didn't know whether reproductive isolation would work in this strange world, and the Huihe people gave the answer that it didn't work.

As long as a woman sleeps with a wolf, a werewolf will be born. As long as a man sleeps with a sheep, a sheep-headed man will be born. Some Huihe people even want to be with eagles, horses, yaks, and snow leopards. Sleep and see if new and strong offspring can be born, not only do they think so, they do it... a lot of people die every year.

Although the above words are absurd, the Huihe people are serious. According to their tribal legends, the earliest Huihe ancestor was a woman who gave birth to a wolf wife and finally multiplied into a powerful Huihe tribe.

Therefore, every year, many Huihe women take the initiative to walk into the wolf pack, hoping to be favored by the wolf king...

Even women have such an adventurous spirit, how can such a group lack any adventurous spirit.

(End of this chapter)