The flowers bloom in two, one on each branch. Let's say that the Great Khan of the Black Flag Khanate, Pajaqili, led 8,000 soldiers to escape back to Mobei, and every household was wailing, and Pajaqili was also crying loudly, but Dunhulu put Pajaqili's head in his arms: "Great Khan, we have suffered such a big loss this time, and if we don't take revenge, we can't explain to the people on the grassland." There are times when the eagle flies to the trough, and we will eventually rush to the sky."

Pajaqili wiped his tears and raised his head to look at the injured generals beside him: "It was I who believed Hou Tianzhou credulously, and should not covet the wealth of Luoyang City that he promised, rashly go deep into the hinterland of the Central Plains, and let more than 20,000 of our grassland warriors die in a foreign land!" I, the khan, am guilty, please punish me according to the rules laid down by my ancestors," said Pajachili, who took off his helmet and blouse, and knelt in the snow with his upper body exposed.

Each of the five old men walked towards Pajaqili with a crooked stick, made of a thorn endemic to the steppe, with dense thorns. The fire dragon people boiled these thorns in boiling water and coated them with tung oil to punish those who made mistakes. According to the rules of the Fire Dragon Clan, even the Khan is no exception, and if the Khan makes a mistake, he will also be whipped by this thorn.

The old men lined up in turn to whip Pajaqili, every time they pumped, there was a thin blood mark on Pajaqili's body, Pajaqili gritted his teeth and sweated on his forehead, and the old men recited words while whipping: "The white wolf got into the thorns for the wild fruit of the greedy mouse, and the wild fruit was not eaten, but he was scarred, young man, do you have a long memory?"

"Great ancestors, your descendants have damaged your prestige, and they have also been punished, for the sake of the descendants of the Fire Dragon Clan, please forgive them"

"Blizzards don't freeze our children and grandchildren, wildfires can't burn the grasslands, everything will pass, everything will eventually get better"

"Please give the Khan and us a chance, we will use more cattle and sheep to sacrifice the ancestors, so that the ancestors will not starve in the sky"

The five old men each gave twenty blows to end the punishment ceremony, and Pajaqili was covered in blood, and was helped up from side to side and returned to the camp.

The wind and snow on the steppe became more urgent, and soon all the tents and fences were covered, the cattle and sheep huddled together and neighed, and the horses moved to and fro close together. Kedun Hulu took people out to take a look, and came back covered in snow: "Great Khan, this year's wind and snow are bigger than in previous years, if this continues, cattle, sheep and horses will freeze to death, we have to find a way to get through this winter"

Pajaqili endured the pain and squeezed out a few words: "Tell everyone to come in and come up with ideas"

The old men and the generals were invited into the camp tent, everyone was very close to each other and huddled together, the old men said that the defeat of the Great Khan angered the ancestors, and the ancestors wanted to punish the people, so the disaster was brought down, and it was necessary to kill cattle and sheep every day to sacrifice to the ancestors to resolve it. Hu Lu disagreed: "The cattle and sheep are going to freeze to death, if they are killed every day, in the spring, there will be no cattle and sheep on the grassland, and we will all starve to death at that time".

Suddenly the camp tent collapsed, the felt cloth covered everyone, everyone struggled to break out, the wind and snow hit the face cold and painful, an old man shouted: "Everyone go into the cave to discuss, such a strong wind, the camp tent will not be able to be built for a while", another old man knelt on the ground and begged for forgiveness from the ancestors, and was pulled into the cave by a general.

As soon as everyone entered the hole, it was much warmer, but Dun Hulu waved his hand: "Let's go and let everyone dig the hole, the sooner the better, the people who have not been blown over in the tent stay in the tent, drive the cattle and sheep into the hole, the tent is blown over, dig the hole bigger, and the people and cattle and sheep are in the hole to hide" The generals understood and went to organize the people to dig the hole.

Farm tools were scarce on the grassland, so generals and soldiers used scimitars, axes and swords to dig the soil, and the elderly, children, and women all came to help transport the soil. An old man dressed as a Central Plains man in the crowd couldn't help but run over when he saw everyone digging a hole in the ground and dumping the soil: "These soil walls are built on the ground, so you don't need to run to the river to pour them down, and after you build the wall, you can block the wind and snow by setting up the tent." The old man helped to pile up the soil as he spoke, and as soon as he thought that what the Central Plains man said made sense, he ordered loudly: "Everyone will do what this old man says, so that our speed will be faster."

After two hours, many houses with low tents and earthen walls appeared on the grassland, and Pajaqili came out of the hole in the ground and was stunned, this grassland was about to become a city in the Central Plains. Hu Lu invited the old man of the Central Plains into the cave, and personally scalded a cup of mare's milk for the old man, the old man took a sip of mare's milk and stuck out his tongue: "The old man has been in the grassland for more than ten years, and this mare's milk has never been used to drinking, but I have always had an idea that I am afraid of offending you, and I really want to give it a try today", Hu Lu smiled: "The old man helped us a lot, let us settle the cattle and sheep and the people so quickly, your thoughts can be shared with us, maybe we can also try it with you." The old man took out a wine gourd from his bosom and opened it, poured the wine into the mare's milk, and then slowly shook it: "Dear Kedun and Khan, I have always wanted to mix this wine with mare's milk and drink it, and today I finally have the opportunity to achieve it", Hulu and Pajaqili glanced at each other and laughed: "We also want to try it, the old man will give us a little."

The three of them took a sip together and smacked their tongues: "Spicy!" "Bitter!" "Strange smell!" Then he took a second sip, and then beckoned to the left and right to fetch some more mare's milk and wine, and stirred it with the crowd. After taking a big sip, Pajaqili felt almost no pain, and he was full of energy: "I see, this is the ancestors and the heavens have not abandoned us, and today they have given us such a delicious thing, this wine gathers mare's milk to warm the stomach and body, and it coincides with a snowy day, so it is better for us to call it fire wine." After drinking this fiery wine, our steppe warriors will surely be able to overcome all difficulties and be invincible. ”

Everyone readily agreed, toasted and drank together, swept away the sorrow of the previous days, and the grassland under the ice and snow showed a piece of life again, which is the wildfire is inexhaustible, and the spring breeze blows and grows.