On the high hill, someone was drinking, with his hair disheveled, his eyes sunken, his face pale, his beard unkempt, and he was a little depressed.

Wine is drunk quickly, and very little meat is eaten.

That's Guo Yang.

The wind of the steppe blows all year round, sometimes to the east, sometimes to the west, but at this moment, it seems to blow to him.

I haven't been out for a long time, and it's autumn in a blink of an eye. Autumn is crisp and suitable for drinking.

Naren Tuoya was pregnant, and she was milking goats with a big belly, and she saw Guo Yang from afar. However, there were so many ewes in the sheepfold that they were all lambed, and their milk was so swollen that they couldn't even walk in the way, and they were too busy to look at the man.

She squeezed five large buckets of goat milk, and when she looked up, she saw Guo Yang still sitting there, drinking slowly.

"Everybody is as busy as livestock, you see, you're idle all day, you seem to be impatient." Naren Toya muttered a grumble and turned back to call for Ullihan to come and fetch milk.

Ulhan was combing cashmere, sweating profusely, when he heard his wife calling him, so he walked quickly.

"Naren Toya, look at you, you're about to give birth, why do you have to run here to milk you." When Wu Lihan smiled, he would show two rows of neat and clean teeth, a bit like that southerner Guo Yang.

"Idle is idle, you see, there are too many cattle and sheep in our Tengger people, everyone is too busy, how can I be embarrassed to hide in the tent and wait for the cubs." Naren Toya brushed the hair around her ear and said with a smile.

"Well, that's a problem. In the past two years, our pastures have expanded dozens of times, and the number of livestock has also increased several times, but our population is still very thin. Ulihan said a little worriedly.

"What about the Central Plains people from the south? I heard that they are all descendants of merchants, why is it that the caravan has not been operating for more than a year? Naren Toya asked strangely as she helped Ulhan pull off a few clumps of wool stuck to her body.

"It seems that something has happened to their caravan, and more than 20 young people have died, and they heard that they are going to change their careers now, and they will follow us to herd sheep and horses." Ulihan said.

"They are so powerful, how can they kill so many people at once? Do you know who did it? Naren Toya asked.

"They have been investigating for a long time and there are no clues, how do I know! However, I estimate that eighty percent of them were done by the jackal Agoura. "However, we don't dare to say these words outside, but the jackal Agoura is eyeing us, so don't let them find an excuse to attack us." ”

"Ullihan, are you talking about a man? What happened to Agora the jackal? Even if he were the devil, wouldn't we dare curse our enemies? Somehow, Naren Toya suddenly felt a little upset and scolded her man.

"Naren Toya...... Actually, you're right, we Tengger people are at odds with them, and even if we pray for their immortality every day, the whip will always fall. "Wu Lihan has a good temper recently, and he is a little afraid of his pregnant wife, and when he sees that she is angry, he can't help but say.

"Can you have a bit of a chance, Ulhan, can you be like a knife, even in the face of the jackal Agoura, you dare to cut the devil's neck with a knife?" Seeing that the man Ulhan had compromised with him so quickly, Naren Toya felt even more aggrieved, and began to cry as she spoke.

Ulihan panicked, hugged Naren Toya's shoulder, and said softly: "Okay, okay, I'll make a knife, whoever dares to come to my Tengger people's territory to spread wild, Lao Tzu castrated him!" ”

Narentoya cried on Ulihan's chest for a while, and then suddenly smiled again, with two strings of crystal clear tears still hanging from her face.

"Naren Toya, look at you, how do you look like a child, crying for a while and laughing for a while, and you are not ashamed." Wu Lihan smiled innocently.

"Forget it, my grandmother told me that if I marry a horse, I have to have a foal, and if I marry a noodle, I have to become a woman. Go back and tell the old patriarch Gilda, I want to be the next patriarch. Naren Toya said solemnly.

Ulhan was taken aback, and his two deep eyes stared at Naren Toya, and he was speechless for a long time.

"I'm not kidding you. When the cubs are finished, I'll go to practice archery on horseback riding. Milking and combing cashmere and other rough work, leave it to us Tengger men to do. As she spoke, she turned and went into the tent.

Ulhan looked puzzled, scratched the back of his head vigorously, and muttered as he carried five large vats of goat's milk into the tent and poured them into a larger wooden barrel, ready to comb the cashmere and start making milk skins and cheese.

Ulihan is very handsome, with a pair of eyes like soothing stars, and he is a rare good-tempered man on the steppe, inside and out, whether he is riding a horse and archery, or tending to livestock, he is a good hand.

It is said that the old patriarch Jida has made it clear that when he grows old and has become a handful of bones, he will let Ulhan inherit the position of patriarch.

However, Naren Toya has a different view on this. She felt that in order for the Tengger people to live a somewhat human life, she had to get a man as noble as a wolf, as cruel as a hyena, and as cunning as a fox to be the patriarch. Otherwise, sooner or later, it will be the meat on the plate of the jackal son Agoura.

For some reason, whenever she thinks of the fate of the Tengger people and such a major event as the heir to the patriarch, Naren Toya thinks of Guo Yang, the southerner who has nothing to do. It made her feel ashamed, but she was actually unable to extricate herself.

The grassland in early autumn is still a little hot and dry, especially at the beginning of the afternoon, when the sun is white and flowers hang in the sky, and the grassland is full of strong smell of cow and sheep dung, mixed with the smell of unpleasant horse urine.

Even if she hid in the tent, the hot and humid air would still rush around one after another, which made Naren Toya, who was already hot and dry because of pregnancy, even more unbearable.

She sat on a sheepskin mattress and drank two large bowls of warm goat's milk, but she still felt thirsty and restless, as if she was always thinking about something.

Naren Toya felt that there was a mischievous toad in her stomach, and after a while she kicked her, making her want to vomit from time to time, and her heart was itchy, but she couldn't scratch it.

After a few fidgety laps in the tent, Narentoya simply walked out of the tent again.

Not far away, Ulhan was sweating and combing the cashmere, which was shiny like elongated filaments in the air, piled together like a large mass of snow.

Naren Toya leaned against the door of the tent, holding up her bulging belly, and looked at her man Ulhan seriously, feeling that this man was actually quite good, and it was the image of the man she dreamed of when she was a girl.

However, in this messy grassland, those unrealistic dreams have long since turned into ridiculous stinky shit, which makes Naren Toya very sad. She often wondered if there weren't so many jackals, the grassland would be a different story.

The scenery is picturesque and serene, with men herding sheep and horses, women giving birth, and smoke rising from the clumsy tents in the evening.

But over time, those men will turn into cows, into horses, and even into ...... When he becomes a lamb and is whipped by others, he will only shrink his neck, like an uncompetitive brute, and make no sound. And what about the women? What will it become?

Naren Toya thought about it, and it was the big deal to be snatched up by those jackal-like men, and finally give birth to a bunch of cubs for each man, until he became a rag and was forgotten in a corner of the tent.

These were not really dreamed up by Naren Toya, but she had witnessed them with her own eyes.

Her grandmother had come across a good age, when the Tengger people were the most powerful tribe in the grasslands, the only descendants who could claim to be white wolves. The people of other tribes, for nearly three hundred years, have been in good order, and they dare not grin at the Tengger people.

The men of Tengger at that time lived with pride and pity, except to tremble in the presence of those who had fallen outside, and tended to their cattle all day long, desperately multiplying the number of cattle, sheep and horses, more honest than the beasts they fed themselves.

The women, that is, Narentoya's grandmothers, were tired of milking goats, combing cashmere, pestle skins, and whipped cream, and at the same time having children and giving birth to Narentoya's fathers and mothers.

The world is peaceful, feeding generation after generation of children, but generation after generation is not as good as the generation, and finally was beaten by the jackal dog Agula three times five divided by two, like a group of lost dogs, hiding in Tibet, panicking all day long.

"One generation is not as good as the next!" Naren Toya touched her belly and began to feel sad again.

She casually glanced into the distance and felt a little flustered.

The idle Southern Central Plains man was still drinking there, and it seemed endless.

"Drink all day long, and I'm not afraid to drink you to death!" Naren Toya muttered viciously.

The man, dressed in a white linen coat, sat on a comfortable leopard skin, took a jue of wine, drank it slowly, and held a black, badly damaged clay pot in his arms.

The clay pot was so worn, probably older than Naren Toya's grandmother's grandmother, but that hateful Guo Yang actually held it and drank wine for most of the day!

Naren Toya half-squinted her eyes and stared hard, after a long time, her eyes were a little astringent, her neck was a little sore, and her waist was a little sleepy.

"Damn people!" Narentoya finally decided not to look any more, and after a sentence, she turned sharply and wanted to lie down in the tent for a while.

Suddenly, her stomach ached, and her lower back and eyes began to swell like never before.

"Whoa—"

With a plaintive moan, Narentoya felt her legs become hot and wet under her sheepskin robe.

"Ullihan!" She shouted weakly, and collapsed at the door of the tent.

Naren Toya lay on her back and sighed in disappointment, her eyes a little distracted by the sudden soreness.

She saw a bird flying through the sky.

Immediately after, three birds flew through the sky.

Then, flocks of birds fly through the sky.

Some of the birds she knew, some she didn't, but they were all beautiful without exception, and the feathers of the birds glowed softly in the autumn afternoon sun, making people dizzy.

Turtle doves, swallows, vultures, sparrows, magpies, cormorants, golden birds, snow geese, cuckoos, cuckoos, crows, yellow warblers...... A large expanse of birds almost obscured most of the sky.

There were so many birds flying in the sky that there were so many kinds of birds that Naren Toya felt a little breathless.

At first, she tried to count how many birds there were, but she soon gave up on the stupid and unrealistic idea.

Naren Toya felt very tired, and all the strength was on her waist, so that she did not have much energy to care about these useless birds.

But she had to look again, for the whole sky was full of birds, and their wings and feathers were crowded with each other, flying past her and Ullihan's tent.

Look at the direction in which the birds are flying, it is the high hill in the distance.

"Guo Yang! It turned out that he was playing tricks! Narentoya roared angrily.

"Who? Naren Toya, who are you talking about? Oh, my God...... You're going to give birth! Ulhan ran over, picked up Narentoya, and rushed into the tent.

At this moment, in the depths of the sky, a feather fell slowly, and it just hit Naren Toya's forehead.

Later, in this grassland, there is a story that when Naren Toya gave birth to her first daughter, a feather that emitted a flame-like light fell on her beautiful forehead.

It is speculated that it must have been a feather on the neck of a phoenix.