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Chapter 442: Pegasus

Because of the invitation of the weasel army, the fat man and his party naturally became the protagonists of the banquet. Mongolians have never lacked enthusiasm for their friends, not to mention, there is a kind of awe for these people in their hearts - it is not ordinary people who can move weasels.

The fat man is enjoying it now, for the toast, the cups are clean, the mouth is dry, and the comer does not refuse. I drank too much, but my heart became more and more sober. Regarding the matter of driving the weasel, he didn't pretend to be a ghost on Wang Laohan's side, but just said that Qiqi was a beast tamer. He was also afraid, if he was regarded as a superstitious cultist, it would be troublesome, so he would accept it when he saw it.

At the end of the drink, the fat man finally fell drunk in the warm embrace of the steppe, and was carried into a yurt by two Mongolian men.

The big pigtail took the kettle and poured a few sips into the fat man, and the fat man gradually came to his senses: "Hehe, I'll drink with them!"

As a result, he was glanced at by the big braid: "Big brother, Uncle Bayin specially arranged a yurt for the two of us." ”

The fat man shook his head and saw Xiaoyu sitting there smiling shyly, and then he understood. Knocked the brain melon a few times: "Let's have a honeymoon trip, look at my brain melon seeds, don't turn around at all." ”

On this night, the two of them really enjoyed the beauty of the two-person world.

When he got up the next morning, the fat man went out for a run as usual, and he had to go outside twice to get happy, and the pigtails went out to help Chaganbala's daughter-in-law milk herd, which was quite interesting.

Qiqi also limped out, the injuries on his feet and neck were much better, and he didn't know if it was the effect of Uncle Fatty's holy water, or Brother Kitty's herbal merit.

The little one also leaned over to milk the sheep, and the ewe was so happy that she bleated and bleated with excitement, and almost kicked the milk bucket over. It seemed that being too enthusiastic was not entirely a good thing, so Kiki had to crouch to the side and watch the excitement.

Chaganbala organized a group of people to go to the pasture to the north to check, and the fat man followed. When I went to the place, everyone was stunned, and I felt that my scalp was a little numb.

I saw that the grass was covered with the skins of the rats, and the claws and heads and a layer of skin were left on the ground, which was so shocking to watch. And those yellow skins and Ai Huzi have disappeared, and it is estimated that they directly transformed the cave of the blind rat and went inside to rest.

Suddenly, there was a cheer among the herdsmen, and then there was a thunderous roar of joy. The skins of the blind rats were pulled together with sticks, and there were more than 150 sheets.

"Looks like it's working well. "The fat man is also energetic now, with these killers, the rat infestation is estimated to be solved soon.

Chaganbala and the others returned with the fat man in their arms, and the good news immediately spread throughout the station, and men, women, and children cheered and danced as if they were celebrating a white festival.

After being lively for a while, the voice of the old man Bayin suddenly sounded: "Let's give the most noble gift of the Mongols to our most respected friend first-Xianhada!"

Fat people came to the grassland, and they really didn't enjoy this treatment, at this time, it was not like traveling to the grassland later, and there were people offering Hada. In this era, only the most distinguished guests can enjoy this kind of treatment.

After a while, several Mongolian girls in costumes came out of the yurt with Hada in their hands, and they were still busy milking the cows and sheep in the sheepfold, and in the blink of an eye, they were already dressed up.

Hadador is white and blue and folded in half. This tradition is related to Lamaism, and Hada was originally a sacrificial item in Lamaism, so many ethnic groups who believe in Lamaism have the custom of giving Hada.

Because of their belief in immortality, the Mongols believe that blue and white represent the colors of the sky, so these two colors of Hada are also the purest.

The fat man and the others all lined up, and on such a solemn occasion, the fat man's expression was solemn, and his grinning face was temporarily put away.

When it was Kiki's turn, Bayin personally tied Hada around the neck for the little one. Qiqi's red and bright little face is matched with a sky-blue Hada, and the long silk edges flutter in the wind, which is really similar to a little fairy.

The rule of offering Hada is that if it is an elder to a little baby, it will be tied directly to the neck, and if it is between the peers, it can be put on the arm.

"We also want to dedicate the best Mongolian horse in the herd to the guests, please choose your favorite one, and ride it on the horse in the future, so that you will not forget the deep friendship between Mongolia and Han. The excited voice of the old man Bayin began to echo in the grassland again.

The fat man said twice, and said in his heart: "I like this, Hada is just a spiritual reward, and the material is the most affordable." ”

"Grandpa Bayin, I have a jujube red horse, so I don't want it—besides, this jujube red horse was also given to me by Brother Xiaoying. Qiqi was very satisfied with his jujube red horse, so he took the lead in declining the owner's kindness.

The fat man scratched the back of his head: according to the custom of Mongolian herders, it is very rude to refuse gifts from them. However, in front of so many herdsmen, it is difficult to speak.

"Children who are not greedy for money will definitely be loved by Tengger. The old man twisted his beard and smiled, and then said to Chaganbala, "Go and lead the other guests to choose horses." ”

Chaganbala led a few herdsmen, holding a long lassoscope pole in his hand, and led the fat man to rush to the grassland: "Haha, fat brother, it doesn't matter whose horse it is, as long as you like it, you can choose whatever you like." ”

After walking a few miles, I saw a large herd of horses on a grassy beach, with hundreds of Mongolian horses, all flicking their tails and grazing with their heads bowed. There are also mischievous ones, who occasionally jump a few times and have fun with other horses.

The color of the horses is mostly red. Wang Sanpao and the car boss were also polite and specified the horses they wanted. Chaganbala's horses rushed into the herd.

There was immediately a commotion among the horses, all of them spreading their hooves and galloping across the meadow, their long manes and tails raised high, revealing a sense of grace.

Hundreds of horses galloped together, and the scene was truly indescribably spectacular. The fat man and the others saw the "galloping of ten thousand horses" for the first time, and they saw that the green grass was like a wave, that is, the undulating horses. Among them are also a few sturdy figures, that is, shepherds who set horses.

The pole was raised, accompanied by a long neighing of the horse, and the herdsmen reined in their horses, and the noose in front of the pole was firmly attached to the horse's neck, and the two horses could only obediently follow back with them.

The car boss and Wang Sanpao saw that they were the two horses they had designated just now. It's just that the harness hasn't been worn yet, so I can't test ride it right away.

The fat man smacked his lips and looked at the two horses enviously: "It's a pity that my body is too heavy, and I still don't dare to run fast on such a horse, and I can't travel long distances, so I don't want it, if any horse follows me, it will also suffer." ”

Everyone laughed, and Chaganbala suddenly remembered something: "Fat brother, I know that there are good horses in a place, but I just don't know if you have the ability to get it, anyway, it is the best horse setter in our clan, and you can't catch up, even if you do, you can't tame it." ”

"What a place!" the fat man was excited when he heard it.

"To the south of Hulun Lake, there is a Moon Lake, which we call the Tianhe, and there is a herd of wild horses on the side of the Tianhe River, which we Mongolians call Tianma, but so far, no one has been able to tame them. When Chaganbara talked about the Pegasus, he looked in adoration. The Mongols are good horses, and they affectionately call horses brothers, and they can treat each other with all sincerity.

"Wild horses—" The fat man muttered, not even the people on horseback could handle them, and he guessed that he was more, but—

He glanced at Kiki, and then said to Chaganbala, "Then go and see, and let's see the legendary Pegasus too." ”

After breakfast, Chaganbala led the fat man and them out, this time without even taking the pole of the horse. The wild horses are very alert, and when they see that they have the bar, they run away, and once they are a few feet away, you don't want to catch up with them.

Everyone talked and laughed until noon, and an endless lake finally appeared on the grassland in front of them. Their current location is the Hulunbuir Grassland, which is named because of the two big lakes on the grassland, Hulun Lake and Bear Lake, which are like two pearls, embedded in the grassland.

Both Hulun and Bell mean otter in Mongolian, mainly because both places used to be rich in otters. When the fat man heard Chaganbala talk about this, his heart immediately moved: I wonder if I can get a few otters back by the way?

The fat man is not good at this, he is used to scratching, and he wants to fix everything he sees.

I also saw the Moon Lake in front of me, its shape was like a crescent moon falling onto the grassland, the lake water was clear, the blue sky was reflected in it, and the lake water was blue.

The water and grass around the lake are also abundant, and if you enter it, it must be waist-deep. The fat man's eyes are the best, and he was the first to notice that there were more than a dozen swaying figures by the lake, and he thought it was a Pegasus.

"White horse—" Chaganbala exclaimed, and then covered his mouth. In the minds of Mongolian herders, the white horse is a sacred symbol, and ordinary people rarely ride it. The Mongolian proverb says: The white horse cannot change its original color, and gold cannot change its true color, which explains the reason why the white horse is respected.

In addition, it is said that during the lifetime of Genghis Khan, a white horse was selected from among the millions of horses and worshipped as the incarnation of the Pegasus god Salle in the form of reincarnation, and it was stipulated that no one was allowed to ride, serve, whip or curse the reincarnated white horse. The herdsmen's admiration for the white horse is also related to this.

Now, in the herd of Pegasus, there is a white horse covered in snow, and it is no wonder that Chaganbala is so surprised.

The fat man also took a fancy to the white horse at a glance, and he saw it far more clearly than Chaganbala, and saw that the horse was covered in snow-white, without a single stray hair, and the horse's mane was a foot and a half long, and its tail was almost mopping the ground.

The body is also much taller than the ordinary Mongolian horse, obviously not a road breed, the lines of the body are soft and full of explosiveness, you can imagine its speed.

The fellow also noticed a group of strangers, so he snorted, and the Pegasi scurried out of the grass by the lake unhurriedly, but instead of running, they continued to nibble on the tender grass, and judging by the light in their big eyes, it was obvious that there was a little disdain, even a little challenge. According to the fat man's understanding, that seems to mean: Come on, if you have the ability, you can walk-