"Then wait another five days, and if Wizard Anandu still plays tricks with us, this temple will be the second knight's fort!"

I suppressed the anger in my heart, straightened the scabbard and quiver in front of the saddle, and tightened the reins of my horse.

After a long roar, the Wusun Divine Horse suddenly raised its hooves to the sky and roared, and galloped all the way through the golden sea of wheat in the direction of Mt. Fannador.

Only in this way can we stretch the barrier in our hearts and curb the murderous aura that rises suddenly.

No one was chasing me, they all stood on their horses and watched me drift away.

Except for Uncle Su, everyone present understood what the Knight's Fort on the coast of the land meant to me.

It was the place of our martyrdom in Rome and the place of vengeance.

In this life and in this life, I don't want to meet a second knight's castle and another Hesrul.

My BMW finally got tired of running, and as if it understood my thoughts, it "clicked" and walked to a bare stone slope on all sides.

In the distance, the main hall and square of the Brahmin temple can be seen, and the golden pagoda dedicated to all gods sparkles in the sun.

I couldn't resist taking my longbow and arrows and shooting them in the direction of the Golden Tower.

A white light streaked across the blue sky with a whistling sound, and it was our Qingluan Big Bird that chased the white light and flapped its wings.

"Big brother!" "Young master! ”

A few silver-white, brown-red, and black Wusun green horses galloped towards me in the face of the wheat waves.

Duo'er and Qin Chong couldn't rest assured after all, and they rode after me.

It was past noon, and the Kushan natives who were harvesting the wheat led the ox carts and wagons out of the villages and came to the river.

Just like us people in Khotan, all the peasants, whether they are old women or children, scholars, fishermen, and woods, all come out of the harvest season.

In this rainy season, the Dali Luo River will come, and the old people of Kushan will be even more so.

The anger had dissipated, and we led the horses back.

The peasants on both sides of the river sweated like rain, cut the ears of wheat with dull stone sickles and stone knives, and put them into the rattan baskets behind them.

From time to time, a young farmer would straighten up and fold his hands in salute us, smiling kindly without any blemish.

These descendants may have been the laborers on the water dividing stone dam a few days ago, they know us and others, but we don't recognize them.

On the rattan bridge in the distance, some old people whose land is on the other side of the river are carrying back the harvested wheat in rattan baskets.

The Fujiqiao swayed, and the ears of wheat in the basket scattered like butterflies.

I was so ashamed of this scene that I quickly got on my horse and led the people out of the harvesting field.

"Wei Feng" has clouds: Big rats, big rats, no food for me! Three-year-old Guan Ru, don't care about me. The passing will go to you, and it will be a paradise.

Although the real rat on this Daliluo River is the Anandu priest in the temple of the Brahman.

In such a busy season, we are waiting for this time to be in brocade clothes, showing off their martial arts and hanging out in front of Sichuan, and there will be a suspicion of a rat who has not worked hard, so it is better to leave quickly.

After returning to the camp, he announced to everyone that the trip would be postponed and that they would leave again in five days.

The old and young brothers, who have long been ready to go, are inevitably a little disappointed, but they are also helpless.

"Uncle Su, brothers! Although the trip is postponed, we can't eat, drink and sleep all day long, can we? You have to find something to do! ”

Everyone was preparing to disperse, re-encamp, bury pots, and unsaddle them

Horses, I hurriedly climbed to the top of the heights and stopped everyone with a smile on my face.

"Young master, what do you mean? Where do you want to take your brothers to play? Hahaha! ”

"The young master is right, I've been tired of sleeping crookedly these days! But it's a poor and remote place, and there's not even a decent market! ”

"Why don't we go hunting in the front mountains! The taste of rock sheep is good! ”

"The land here is not as hot as in the north, and you can't save it if you hunt so many livestock! You think we are in Yizhai in Chang'an City! ”

As soon as they heard that they were looking for something to do, everyone's interest suddenly rose again.

"A few days ago, when the stone dam was built, these old people of Guishan contributed a lot of manpower, delaying the harvest season! Seeing that the rainy season in North Tianzhu is coming, should we help others? Hehe! ”

"Young master! Are you going to let us go and harvest wheat for the peasants? ”

There are guys who grew up in the families of farmers in the Eastern Tuhan and Han areas, shouting loudly.

"We know how to herd cattle and horses, but we really haven't done this wheat harvesting and farming!"

And the guys who came over from the Mobei and Rouran mountain grasslands were a little panicked.

That's exactly what I wanted! Wei Feng Youyun: Vote for me with peach wood, and repay it with Qiong Yao! These old people of Guishan have treated me a lot, and now they are in trouble, and we have time to help! ”

These old fellows rarely have these few days of leisure, and it is because of me, so they can't bear to force them, so they can only move with affection and reason.

"Since the young master is invited, don't be lazy anymore! Obey the order! Uncle Su on the side cheered for me.

"You bears and donkeys! If you want to be lazy, don't make a better excuse! Wheat harvesting will not! Will you eat naan? Would you cut off the heads of cattle and sheep? ”

Qin Chong pointed at some of the brothers with his scabbard and laughed playfully, amusing all the guys.

"What about farm tools? There's no guy! Why can't you pinch it with your hands? ”

"The man who can cut wheat uses a sword as a sickle! Those who don't know how to cut wheat help transport the wheat stacks with horses and fight the field! What about the old hundreds? Your task is the heaviest! It's up to you to bring back the grain from the other side! ”

Uncle Su shouted with a smile, and assigned the affairs of the wheat harvest of the old people in the Zhutuo calendar neatly.

"Master Su! I'm here! ”

Uncle Baililang was bowing down to unload the goods on horseback, and when he heard Uncle Su shouting, he quickly turned around and smiled.

"Oh well! Dawn! Leave ten daughters in charge to take care of the camp and prepare dinner! The rest of the brothers took all their swords, took all their horses, and set off at once! ”

I was no longer polite and gave the order directly.

"Big brother, I'm a good hand at farming! Let's join you! ”

Seeing that I had ordered to keep myself, Doll quickly pulled on my reins and begged bitterly.

This little sister is really good at farming, and she is also very lively.

Kawakami is now noisy, and it is the time to be lively, and this girl certainly doesn't want to miss it.

"Miss Doerr! Why don't we switch up, I'll stay in the camp and take care of the food, and you go to the wheat cutting field!" ”

The pot helmet was born in a farming area, and he knew the hard work of wheat harvesting, so he hurriedly stepped forward and recommended himself.

"Pot helmet, the food you cook every time you take turns is average! Don't waste the food! Miss, you better stay! Hahaha! ”

Qin Chong had already cleaned up, laughed on the horse, waved his scabbard and led the men to run towards the river in front.

When the caravan is forty

When the remnants, a huge contingent of more than a hundred horses, appeared on the wheat sea of the Kushans, the people were at first terrified, wondering what we meant.

When they learned that we had come to help with the wheat harvest, the old people were overjoyed.

Respected patriarchs were sent to welcome us into the wheat fields of each family as if they were welcoming a happy god.

For the next few days, herds of horses carrying hills of wheat rode back and forth between the fields and the entrance to the village, becoming a strange sight on the Daliro River.

Uncle Baililang's long row did not rest for a moment, and the ears of wheat harvested on the hillside on the north bank were transported back to the opposite shore by boat.

A strong man crossing the river from the vine bridge can only carry a maximum of 200 catties of wheat ears, while our long row can transport back 10,000 catties of grain at a time, which greatly alleviates the harvest suffering of these old people.

On the third day, Lao Baili couldn't bear it anymore, so he temporarily accepted me as an apprentice and taught me how to put the pole and control the direction in the turbulent long river.

After teaching me by hand for a long time, I can also stand at the head of the row like a rock, and hit the water in the middle.

I didn't expect this skill to show its skills in the future and save dozens of lives, which is a later story.

On the afternoon of the fourth day, Kawakami suddenly fell silent.

The original golden sea of wheat is gone, replaced by an endless stretch of scorched yellow wheat stubble ridges.

Priest Anandu and his giant elephant guards also came to preside over the annual harvest priesthood of Northern Tianzhu.

After a long prayer was recited in front of the newly built altar, a patriarch reverently placed the lighted torch in the hands of the priest.

The priest held the torch aloft and there was a long stream of Sanskrit verses.

I suddenly had a sense of déjà vu, as if I had seen it there.

"Young master, remember the oak slope outside Chang'an City! Harvest Festival! Torch Festival! ”

Qin Chong on the side was quick and smiled at me, which also made me feel relieved.

"Brother, what is the harvest festival? What is the Torch Festival like? ”

Duo'er, who had come to watch the ceremony, asked curiously, but I ignored it, and all my thoughts were drawn away by the torch in the priest's hand.

After reciting the scriptures, Priest Anandu threw the flaming torch into the half-man-high wheat stubble field next to him.

The weather was dry and dry, and the scorched wheat stubble was lit on fire, spitting out a long tongue of fire and rushing towards the four fields.

With a cup of tea, the entire Daliluo River has turned into a sea of fire.

These old Kushan people did not panic in the slightest, and helped the old and young to stand on top of the mounds and rocks one by one.

Everyone folded their hands and prayed to the burning field.

Seeing that the fire was about to burn down to the villages, I couldn't help but sweat for the safety of these old people's homes.

Fire and water are ruthless, how can the harvest sacrifice of Brahmanism be so played?

The war horse that stepped down could no longer bear the scorching heat and retreated frequently, and there was a neighing sound.

Fortunately, we are all masters of riding horses, and the originally neat and uniform horse team did not get out of order, and formed a mutual horn trend with the elephant team of the priest.

Just when everyone was anxious and worried about the lives of these old people of Kushan, but when they saw the wind and clouds in the sky, a lightning bolt divided the dome in half.

The thunder burst one after another, followed by a torrential downpour from the sky, as if the embankment of the Milky Way had collapsed in the nine heavens.

The rainy season in North Tianzhu has finally arrived.