Chapter 3: Heaven and Earth (Ten Middle Schools)

Zhang Songling ate all the way to dry food, and he was indeed a little tired, listening to Wuyunqi speak enthusiastically, and after consulting Lao Yang's opinion with his eyes.

The group followed the dark clouds along the riverbank to the east, and walked for another twenty or thirty miles, through a dense forest, and suddenly, a group of felt bags hidden by a wooden fence appeared in front of them.

"Woo woo,,woo,woo woo-" found that a large number of cavalry suddenly killed at the door of their own house, in the felt bag group, immediately sounded a terrible horn horn, followed by more than 100 stout Mongolian men, or holding fork guns, or carrying steel knives, under the leadership of a white-haired old man wearing a dark red cloth robe and a silver bell on his head, swarming out, at the gate of the fence against the dark clouds and others to discharge a long snake formation, ready to fight with the uninvited guests at any time.

"Ganzhu Zabu, are you really so old that you are blind, and I don't even recognize you?" Not caring about the hostility shown by the Mongolian men on the other side, Wuyun stepped forward immediately, laughed and opened his arms, "Two years ago, I passed through here, I drank wine with you with silver horns, and poured you to lie by the fire for a whole day and a night, if you don't remember me like this, I don't know whose stomach it is drunk into." ”

He was very angry, first in Mongolian, and then repeated loudly in Chinese, and the old man in the dark red cloth robe on the opposite side heard it, and immediately turned over and jumped off the horse, ran forward at a speed that was extremely inappropriate for his age, and grabbed the reins of the guest's horse, "Wuyunqi, Wuyunqi brother, is it really you, Ganzhu Zabu has been drinking with you in my dreams several times in the past two years." ”

"Of course it's me." Wuyun jumped off the mount with a big laugh, hugged the old man with both hands, and patted it gently, "I was tired of walking, and I suddenly wanted to find a safe place to rest, and then I remembered you." ”

"When a brother is tired, he is the first to think of me, which is the honor of Kangzhu Dhabu and the honor of all the Wuhetai people." The old man in the dark red cloth robe hugged the dark clouds hard, then took a few steps back, pressed his hand to his chest, bent down deeply, and issued an invitation in non-standard Chinese, "Please come in, my brother, and my brother's brother, as long as you walk into the felt bag of the Wuhetai people, no matter how heavy the wind and snow will blow on your body." ”

"My brother and I will always remember the hospitality of the Wuhetai people." Wu Yunqi also pressed his hand on his chest, bowed deeply to the other party, then straightened his waist, turned his head and greeted Zhang Songling and the others, who had already seen their eyes straight, "Let's go, bring blessings to the Wuhetai people, and bring gratitude to Changshengtian, here, tonight is the place where we can sleep with confidence." ”

After that, the Mongolian men who had been on guard before put their weapons on their shoulders and formed a road with their bodies along the fence gate to shield the guests from the cold wind on the grassland.

Seeing that the Mongolian men were so enthusiastic, Zhang Songling also took a group of students and cavalrymen to jump off their mounts, followed behind Wuyunqi and Ganzhu Zabu, and walked to the felt bag group on foot.

A whole company of cavalry, the space in the wooden fence seemed a little crowded, but this was not a little difficult to stop the leader of the place, Ganzhu Zabu, I saw him tear his throat open, shout a few words, and immediately, from the felt bag came out of two more waves of Mongolian women in costumes, the first wave only took the guests' horses first, took them to the back of the fence to wash and tidy, drink water and feed, and the other wave, singing songs, came forward to invite the guests in turn.

Where have the soldiers of the military sub-district seen such a scene, one by one, their faces are red, their foreheads are sweating, they turn their eyes to the dark clouds like a plea for help, and ask him to make up ideas for everyone, the latter saw this, inevitably laughed again, and after laughing, he waved his arm vigorously and explained loudly: "Whoever they invite, whoever they invite will follow, this is the rule of the Wuhetai people, the man is only responsible for fighting the weather, beasts and enemies, and the affairs in the felt bag are all in charge of the woman." ”

This sentence, he said it all in Chinese, the cavalry heard it, first stunned, and then half pushed, half pushed, was led away by the women, it is strange to say, although those dressed women are only the first time to meet with everyone, but they can keenly distinguish the difference between the guests, and in the end, only the dark clouds, Zhang Songling, Lian Elder Yang and all the students are left.

"The most honorable guests are to be reserved for the chief of the tribe." Afraid that Zhang Songling and the others would not be adaptable, Wuyunqi preemptively explained to the owner here, and then led the group to continue to follow Ganzhu Zabu to the largest felt bag in the fence and the most decorated items on it.

After the guests and hosts entered the door, they removed their boots, and according to the common rules on the grassland, the group sat in a circle, except for the northwest corner and the two vacancies at the door.

The rich fragrance of milk tea immediately filled the entire felt bag along with the singing, and the silver-haired old man Ganzhu Zabu stood up from the carpet with a smile, poured a bowl of milk tea himself, and held it to Wuyunqi with both hands, "My brother, may this bowl of tea wash away the fatigue of your journey, and treat this place as your own home. ”

"I come to visit my brother with greetings, salt and wine, and may he be like a green pine on the bank of the Little Jilin River, no matter how many storms he has endured, he will always be in good health." Wu Yunqi also stood up, responded in a singing tone, and then handed the milk tea to Zhang Songling, who was closest to him, with both hands.

Zhang Songling has been living on the grassland for more than three years, and is very clear about the various local etiquette and taboos, took the milk tea with a smile, said a few words of blessing to the master, and then handed the tea bowl to Lian Elder Yang with both hands, and quietly gave the other party a look when no one was paying attention.

Even Elder Yang was also a clever person, and immediately understood Zhang Songling's hints, regardless of whether Ganzhu Zabu understood it or not, he first said a lot of wishes such as "Blessing is like the East China Sea, longevity is better than Nanshan", and then quickly transferred the tea bowl to the young student closest to him.

In this era, junior high school graduates can be regarded as intellectuals, can go to university, and their intelligence must far exceed their peers, and they don't need to think carefully to find out the law of the tea bowl, so the students are one after another, in an orderly manner, until the milk tea is passed to the youngest willow, and finally stopped.

Seeing that the students were so smart and polite, Ganzhu Zabu felt more and more happy, and hurriedly commanded all the girls to pour out the milk tea bowl after bowl and hold it to Wuyunqi, who passed out the milk tea bowl after bowl, from left to right, until everyone held it in their hands, and then took the lead in lifting the last bowl and tasting it slowly with a smile.

The girls immediately put down the copper kettle, sang the pastoral song in unison, more than a dozen pairs of big eyes flickered, staring specifically at the eyes of the male students, the students who were carefully selected to come to the Soviet Union to learn the scriptures, although the intelligence is outstanding, the economy is full, but rarely see such hot eyes, one by one the face is as red as the hawthorn in autumn, the hand holding the milk tea, also keeps trembling.

However, a few female students, far calmer than their male compatriots, no matter what tune it sang in the pastoral, first drank the milk tea in their hands, who expected that the first sip of tea soup just fell into the stomach, and the stomach and intestines rolled up and down, and quickly covered their faces with the mouth of the bowl, and the nostrils inhaled desperately, so that the feeling of vomiting was barely suppressed.

Zhang Songling had a similar experience in the Right Banner Palace, knowing that the taste of milk tea was not something that the students could appreciate, so he took a big sip of the tea soup in the bowl, stood up, beat his hands to the beat, and sang with the girls.

This move attracted the attention of the girls, and they didn't care about persuading other guests to make tea, so they stepped forward one after another, singing and dancing around the black fat guests.

Zhang Songling's wrestling skills are good, but he is a foreigner in dancing, and his voice is also missing five tones, and the remaining two are still twisted and crooked, but he is naturally bold, and he has been deeply infected by Zhao Tianlong in recent years, and has been cultivated by the latter with a bit of pride, so even if he is trapped in the fat powder array, he has no fear on his face, sings and dances, and advances and retreats freely.

This move is just in line with the wind of the host and guest on the grassland, the Ganzhu Zabu laughed happily, simply stood up, took the round-faced Li Fang's hand and danced a whirling dance, all the girls did the same, they gave up the encirclement of Zhang Songling, each pulled a guest, regardless of men and women, dancing, in the blink of an eye, the whole felt bag became a song and dance field, laughter and the silver bells on the girl's wrist, gathered into a happy ocean.

When the host and guests were dancing to the fullest, and the main dish of the banquet was ready to stop, several strong men pushed open the door of the felt bag, and walked in with a huge red copper plate carrying the boiled whole sheep, and the sheep's head was aimed at the northwest corner of the felt bag, and the fattest sheep's back meat was just facing Zhang Songling's right hand.

The copper kettle in the hands of the girls became a silver kettle, which was filled with freshly brewed mare's milk wine, and walked around the banquet like a butterfly wearing flowers, so that the wine bowl in front of the guests was not free at all, and everyone was full of wine and food, and the sun had fallen below the sea of grass, and a huge fire was lit in the felt bag, driving away the cold spring in the air without a trace.

Ganzhu Zabu clapped his hands, ordered people to come in and remove the leftovers, and then led the girls, gathered the half-drunk guests, and continued the carnival by the fire, the horse-head fiddle, the tambourine, the silver bell, and all kinds of unknown and well-known musical instruments appeared one after another, long songs, short tunes and melodies from the Central Plains were sung alternately, and the applause and cheers were wave after wave, spreading the cheerful rhythm throughout the grassland.

It wasn't until the moon rose overhead, the carnival slowly came to an end, the warriors who had rarely relaxed once, were led to a few felt bags that were temporarily vacated, and fell asleep, several female students in the team were also arranged, washed and rested, when there were only dark clouds left next to the fire, Zhang Songling, Lao Yang and a dry male student, the sound of the horse-head piano suddenly became particularly lingering, and several girls who served tea and toast for everyone during the day stepped forward again, each picked one, pulled up the other party and walked to their own felt bags.

"You, what are you doing, what are you doing?" The wine in Zhang Songling's heart was scared to wake up for most of the time, and then looked back at the male students, one by one, their legs were dragging on the ground, sweating profusely, if it weren't for the previous drink too much, the hands and feet were soft and couldn't exert their strength, they would have jumped up at this moment and fled.

"Brother Ganzhu Zabu, don't be embarrassed for them, they are all from the Central Plains, and there are many rules between men and women." At the critical moment, it was the dark clouds that took the initiative to relieve everyone, pulled Ganzhu Zabu, whose face began to turn cold, and explained in a low voice with a little apology.

"Rules, women and men take a fancy to each other, isn't it the biggest rule?" Ganzhu Zabu frowned slightly, and retorted loudly, "It's still these friends of yours who look down on the women of our Wuhetai and are unwilling to accept their love. ”

"No, no, it's their blessing that the sisters of Wuhetai can take a fancy to them." Wu Yunqi sat up straight respectfully, and waved his hand again and again, "But Baili is not customary, they have special rules in the Central Plains, and it is not surprising, I was also very unaccustomed to interacting with them at the beginning, but since they have become friends, we should be accommodating to each other." ”

He repeated these words in Mongolian first, and then in Chinese, not only Ganzhu Zabu himself understood, but also the Wuhetai girls who were sending invitations to the students also heard it clearly, first stunned, then shook his head lightly with a smile, slowly let go of his hand, and walked backwards into the darkness.

Seeing the girls leave with hope, the hearts of the students also faintly swelled a little inexplicably sour, but after all, they have received orthodox education since childhood, and soon, in their hearts, reason will regain the upper hand, but the scorching bonfire this night, and the flower-like face next to the bonfire, are forever engraved in their memories, and in the following years, every drunken moment, have resurfaced in their minds, fresh as ever.

Seeing this, Ganzhu Zabu had no choice but to respect the choice of the guests, and instructed the housekeeper to pack up a few of the latest and cleanest felt bags, and arrange for the guests to enter and rest separately, but Zhang Songling couldn't fall asleep easily, turning over and over, the figure of a woman in his mind, one would be Orion's daughter Meng Xiaoyu, one would be the Mongolian girl Qinglian, and the other would become Peng Weiwei who taught herself to sing, as if there was an agreement between them, as soon as you left, I will come immediately.

"Why, regret it, if you regret it, hurry up and find it, the eldest daughter who pulled you just now is Ganzhu Zabu, who lives behind the felt bag where we are drinking, and there is a golden lotus embroidered at the door, as long as you dare to go, she will definitely not kick you out." Wuyunqi, who was in a felt bag with Zhang Songling, heard him tossing and turning, propped up his head with his arms, and joked with a smile.

"How so,." Zhang Songling was embarrassed, and immediately explained in a low voice, "I'm just, I just feel that the charcoal basin is burning too vigorously and is a little panicked." ”

After that, he quickly sat up, put on his coat, adjusted the fire in the carbon basin with fire chopsticks, tossed at the pink hot coals for a moment, suddenly sighed, and asked in a ghostly manner: "Brother Wuyunqi, is your house like here, I, I mean, between men and women, you can live in a felt bag casually." ”

"Of course not." Wu Yunqi was stunned by the question, and then shook his head with a smile, "Our side, it is much more complicated than here, the Wuhetai people, in fact, are not Mongolians, although they also speak Mongolian, but even we Mongolians themselves, different regional customs are very different, in general, the closer to the south, the deeper the influence of the Central Plains culture, the further north, the more direct the heart." ”

"Oh." Zhang Songling was very satisfied with this answer, and nodded with a smile, but soon, the shadows of Zhao Tianlong and Si Qin flashed under him, one standing up to the sky and the other, and the other was as tender as water.

The Blackstone guerrillas are the northernmost bridgehead of the Eighth Route Army deep into the grassland, and the straight-line distance from the Great Wall is also four or five hundred miles, this, whether it is south or north, he pulled the coat on his back hard, as if he couldn't stand the cold in the middle of the night, he hugged his shoulders and continued to ask, "Then, once you accidentally get pregnant, isn't it, isn't it unmarried?"

"What so many things,." Wuyun turned over and looked at Zhang Songling and shook his head, "If you are pregnant, you will give birth, the colder the place, the more precious the child, and Wuhe Taiwan is short of people, if his father is unwilling to admit that it is better, he just stays to strengthen the strength of the entire tribe." ”

When Zhang Songling heard this, his heart felt more and more empty, as if he had lost something, hesitated for a moment, and continued to ask: "Then, what about you Mongolians, I mean, I mean a place similar to your hometown." ”

"Why are you asking this, do you have a crush on someone?" Wu Yunqi looked at him with a frown, his face full of surprise.

"No, no, I'm just curious, well, curious." Zhang Songling saw sweat on his forehead when he landed, and hurriedly waved his hand desperately.

He was also nervous, and the more unbelievable he said, the more unbelievable he became, but Wu Yunqi was an old man, unwilling to get to the bottom of it, thought about it, and explained very patiently, "There are definitely more rules on our side than those of Wuhe Taibu, but they are not as complicated as your Central Plains, men and women, as long as they are happy, they don't live in a felt bag, whether they have children or not, and they don't care about other people's affairs, as long as the two of them live happily, raise their children happily, and care what others think and do. There are many women who have married with children, and I haven't seen who Changshengtian has punished, the climate outside the mouth is cold, and the life span of men and women is much shorter than that in the mouth, like Ganzhu Zabu who lived to the age of forty, he has already entered the twilight years, if you still learn from your mouth, you always entangle some rules and regulations, and engage in three media and six certificates, people will have long been extinct, so what rules and discipline, you must first consider the local situation when implementing. ”