The little lord Chapter 445 Fat Target

Hum. Jujubes can still outrun jujubes!" The fat man's heart was full of pride. Two more horses**. Red Horse has raised the level again. The wind swept forward.

But. Behind him, the sound of horses' hooves was still getting closer. The fat man wondered in his heart: What is going on? No matter how light Qiqi's body is. The degree of the jujube is there. It's impossible to catch up with the sweaty horses, right?

I'm thinking about it. Then I saw a white shadow flashing by. A white horse rushed up from behind. Go hand in hand with the fat man. The horse was empty. It turned out to be the pure white wild horse in the Pegasus herd.

This is the balance in the fat man's heart. The jujube was carrying the two of them. It's normal to not be able to outrun a white horse. So I slowly let go of the degree. I wondered: What is the excitement of this white horse coming along? The white horse also slowed down. Finally both horses stopped. Then the ears and temples grind. Hook up and match. The fat man suddenly realized: It turned out. Their relationship is similar to me and big braids.

"Haha. This is really not a horse. There is also an addition. Hurry up and get one free. "The fat man's heart blossomed. I couldn't help but take a bite on the cheek of the big braid.

"Shame, shame—" Qiqi Jujube caught up from behind. Scratch your nose at the fat man. Then he came to the white horse: "How beautiful!" Big and bright. It's like a puddle of autumn water. Seemingly. This guy is a mare. And it's very amorous. Of course, it is also reflected from the other side. The charm of jujube is not generally strong.

The big braid suddenly said faintly: "Good and love." It is said that Tang Xuanzong had a white horse that was also paid tribute by the Turks. The name is called "Shine the Night". Think of it as a kind. ”

"Haha. Regardless of the white horse. It's good to come. "Fat people don't dislike it at all. He thought in his heart that both horses would be brought back to the backer. Maybe I'll be able to raise foals in the future. Huh——

After everyone catches up, they will return to the station together. Chaganbala reported to the old man Bayin about the marriage with the fat man. The old man nodded slightly in approval: "Our Anda of Mongolia." It's always better than brothers. Hope for your descendants. They can always be brothers. ”

The fat man burrows into the yurt. Then he came out with a red tassel gun: "An'a, this is my most handy weapon." He has fought wild boars and beaten bad guys. So here you go. ”

Chaganbala took it with both hands. Only then did I feel that the weight of the red tassel gun was estimated to be twenty or thirty catties. So he laughed: "This is a good brother who can make a promise of life and death." Walk. Be sure to drink to celebrate today. Get drunk!"

It really did as he said. Everyone ended up drunk on the prairie. Even the big braids are no exception, and she has never been so indulgent.

Although Chaganba retained. But the fat man they still came out the next morning. When the fat man promised to come back. Must still take this path. That's it. Rule. They're not going to let you go.

Another day and a half of galloping on the prairie. Finally came to the Evenki banner. This is already a = steppe. Look far away. You can even see the faint undulations of the mountains. There. It is the Great Khing'an Mountains.

The pasture is not like the original one. Instead, there are more grassy knolls. Like green heads stretching out over the big ones. to the people and livestock on this piece of soil. Bring abundant food.

The Evenks are a very small ethnic group. The total is between 20,000 and 30,000. The vast majority of them. All live in this Vink steppe

Before liberation. The Evenks were extremely backward. Not even getting rid of some of the customs of primitive societies. But after the statehood. Specially set up their gathering. Life also settled.

Fat man, they saw a large area of Mongolia from afar. I thought it was still a Mongolian herdsman. But the steppe eagle pointed and said, "Here is the edge of the Evenki flag." Go further. It is to the most densely populated area. It's like a small town anymore. Every year in our clan, people come here to exchange some production tools. We have a lot of Mongolian girls. I'm still married here. ”

"It seems that the steppe Evenki. Their lives are very similar to those of the Mongols*. They are also nomadic tribes on the steppe. The lifestyle is not much worse. The fat man quickly understood this. Then he rode towards the white Mongolians.

The arrival of their team. Nature attracts the attention of herders. Soon. There was a group of people in front. Guests from afar are welcome. See it. Same as Mongolian herders. Hospitality is also part of their nation's good character.

The fat man took the lead. Riding a jujube to rush to the front. The white horse clattered beside him. Never give up. It's still a few meters from the crowds. The fat man flew and jumped off his horse. Stand firmly. Don't look fat. It's very lightweight.

The herders on the opposite side are clearly dressed differently from the Mongols. Mongolians wear knee-length Mongolian robes. Evenki men. It's the lower skirt. The colors are more vivid. And fur is often used to decorate the leader's mouth and other places. Both the style of the grassland herdsmen. Nor have they lost their true colors in the primeval forest for generations.

Same as Mongolian herders. Their faces were also fierce. The kind in the mountains and forests. The national temperament cultivated by fighting with black bears and tigers. Also completely dissipated. Passed down from generation to generation.

"Haha. The younger brother of the Mongols. You are welcome to visit us. A rough-faced Evenki man smiled at the fat man. They are of the Evenki clan. He also intermarried with the Mongolian Oroqen and Daur ethnic groups. Therefore, they all call each other brothers.

After the fat man scratches

I'm not a Mongolian. But good brothers. ”

The men on the other side were stunned. Just now we saw the hand of the fat man jumping off the horse. Extremely clever. Only the most skilled Mongolian riders would dare to play like this. And the fat man was wearing a Mongolian robe. So I took it for granted that I was a Mongolian

"Hahaha. That's right. It's a good brother!" the man seemed to be extremely bold. A few steps in front of the fat man. He stretched out his big hand to shake hands with the fat man. Then untie a delicate cigarette stick from your belt. Hand it to the fat man.

Someone was striking a match next to him. The fat man looked at this posture. Don't dare to slack off. I had to draw it first. He also came to the steppe for some days. I heard from Mongolian herders that the Mongolian people also have the custom of worshipping cigarettes. It's just to hand your favorite snuffbox to the guest and smell it. Evenki brothers are more affordable. Directly on the cigarette pouch.

It's a puff of smoke and the smell is very rushing. As soon as you taste it, it is the smoke produced by Yabuli. Take a sip and you can penetrate the internal organs. Fortunately, the fat man stayed in the backer for several years. They are all pottery. That's why I didn't choke and cough.

Let's take two bites. Fat handed the cigarette stick back. Then he took out a box of doors and gave them to the men on the other side. Since people are so enthusiastic. Please smoke and not be rude.

A young gram man puts a cigarette case - go. Then one for each. The fat man listened to the communication between them, apparently making another language. It's not Mongolian, either. Anyway, the fat man can't understand. The remaining half of a pack of cigarettes. The man just put him in his arms

Fat people don't know what rules people have. It's hard to ask for. But I also have a heart: I can't take everything out for a while.

"My name is Eguna. Brother, are you Han?" said the man at the beginning. The Evenks have their own language, but they do not have their own written surnames, some of them use the "Hara" surname before liberation, and some simply take the Han surname. "My name is Huang Liang. Of course, it can also be called me. "Fat people like to associate with these bold and straightforward minorities the most, and they don't need to be scheming. Simple, fulfilling, passionate, happy. That's enough.

"Fatty. You've got two good horses!" Eguna looked at the fat man's jujube and the white horse. Praise again and again. They also deal with cattle all day long. Naturally, you can see the good. And. I talked for a long time. The horses behind have not yet caught up. From this you can see the steed of these two horses.

The fat man saw that there were two Even-Keqing who were a little jumpy. I'm really worried that they won't get down when they get on their horses. So he hurriedly said, "This is what my Mongolian An promised me." It is a gift that we exchange when we get married. ”

"Haha. Able to form an alliance with Mongolian brothers. That's even better for a brother - though. Mongols in the Hulunbuir steppe. There don't seem to be any horses of this breed?" Eguna looked at the two tall horses. Or get to the bottom of it.

"I heard that it's a new breed they've introduced—I'll introduce you to you—" and they arrived just as the big braids arrived. The fat man hurriedly diverted the conversation.

Introduced to the time of the king. I heard that he was a hunter. The Evenks were very affectionate. One of them also pulled out a shotgun. It was handed to Wang Sanpao's hands

Among the customs of the Evenkis. The most respectful of the elderly. Other than that. They respect the good hunter the most. This has something to do with the fact that they used to live a life of hunting.

Wang Sanpao pinched the barrel of the gun. Words in my heart: I showed my hand when I said anything. But. You can't hit a living animal. glanced at everyone. Kiki was seen holding a peach. Eat with small portions. So I asked for a peach. Stuff into the hands of fat people. A few whispers whispered in his ear.

The fat man immediately showed a bitter gourd face: "Third uncle." You still ask me to do such a dangerous job. I'm so miserable—"

While grinding. One side walked out a few dozen meters. Until Wang Sanpao shouted to stop. That's when he turned around. Put the peach on the top of the head: "Third uncle." But it's a matter of low hands. Don't be trembling!" Although the fat man has confidence in Wang Sanpao's marksmanship. But. Not afraid of ten thousand. I'm afraid just in case. In case it was a little lower. Isn't the brain flowering?

But. Be foolish at this time. Fat people can't do it yet. Especially in front of the Evenki compatriots, who are known for their bravery. You can't say anything. I can only grit my teeth and hold on.

At this moment, even those Evenks were all moved. They've never seen anything like it. Not only the requirements for the gunners are extremely high. And it's the one with the peach. It's not simple, either. I don't have the guts. Leg shaking. I can't tell where the gun went?

The fat man rode a horse and squatted on the top of the position. I thought about it: I can't do it. After the bullet is discharged. I'll try not to take it away - but it's a bit bad. The heart is up and down. Shilly-shally.

Wang Sanpao on the opposite side shouted loudly: "Fatty." Don't move now. When I got to three, I shot it. It's just a matter of seconds. Hold on—"

"Come on. "The fat man is engrossed. Hit the sub-mind. OK. Keep your legs steady. There was no trembling

"Attention. 1 - "The word just came out. Wang Sanpao's gun also rang out. The fat man hasn't figured out what's going on yet. I felt a thump on the top of my head. Then the juice of the peaches splashed. The bullet hit the peach walnut under the tremendous force of the impact. Pieces.

The fat man touched the top of his brain: "Uncle." There's no such thing as a joke—"