"Lin Yuan, I have a letter here, come, read it to me." On this day, Dalintai found Lin Yuan, who was helping Zhiwen, and handed him the things in his hand, no way, in this era, most of the Han people are illiterate, not to mention these Mongols.

Lin Yuan looked embarrassed, "Boss, I just know a few words, and if you want me to read a letter to you, it's too embarrassing for me, right?" ”

Dalintai glared, "What's the matter?" The whole tribe is literate, your brother and sister are literate, I don't look for you, do you want to find Meng Gen's bastard boy? ”

Lin Yuan reluctantly took the envelope and read the two words on the cover, "Please...".

Smacking his lips, Lin Yuan looked at Dalintai helplessly, "Boss, I don't know the second word, let Little Brother Zheng show it for us, don't worry?" ”

"Okay, okay!" Darlingtai waved his hand impatiently.

"Quick, Brother Zheng, help us remember." Lin Yuan stuffed the envelope into the hand of Zhiwen, who had flashed to the side just now to avoid suspicion.

"Invitation!" , Zhiwen did not shirk and read aloud.

"Hey, Chief Dalintai, this is not a letter, but someone wants to invite you, the person who sent the letter? Didn't I tell you anything? ”

"I don't know the person who sent the letter, so I said that there was a Naadam conference, and we were invited to participate, but I didn't say anything about the time and place, let me read the letter by myself, special mother, isn't it embarrassing for me." Darlingtai complained.

Zhiwen opened the invitation, took out the letter, and quickly browsed it, from top to bottom, from left to right The way of reading made him very unaccustomed, and there were also twisted symbols between the two rows of Chinese characters, it should be Mongolian, but there was also a heart, but unfortunately in front of Dalintai, it was completely useless.

"Leader of Dalintai, Brother Lin, I won't read it, it's okay, I have a headache when I look at it." Zhiwen said, the whole manuscript, the four and six, the text crepe, if he really reads it, it is estimated that no one will be able to understand.

"Okay, let's talk about what's going on." Both replied.

"Well, as the leader of Dalintai said, someone invited you to participate in the Naadam Conference, limited to the participation of tribal leaders and warriors of all tribes, the winner has a rich reward, time, I calculate, there are still eight days, the place is very close to here, a picture is drawn on it, it is all marked."

Zhiwen babbled, his face suddenly a little strange, the place where Naadam was held should be their station when he went to hollow out the eight grain merchants before, and the payment of the invitation, "Zhangjiakou Fan, Wang, Jin, Wang, Liang, Tian, Zhai, Huang Dunshou in northern Jin", he didn't say it.

"There's going to be a heavyweight."

"Who?" Da Lintai and Lin Yuan asked in unison.

"Many! You! Gon! Zhiwen replied word by word, this person's fame is too great, so big that Zhiwen has heard of it.

He was wise and martial, led the Qing army into the customs, and seized the world of the Han family.

He killed people like hemp, shaved his hair and became vulgar, and made the Han style of Shenzhou sink.

What is the intention of such a person to be with the eight major grain merchants in northern Shanxi who have been ransacked by Zhiwen?

To receive Dolgon and hold Naadam, these eight families have raised another batch of supplies? Tsk, this strength is good, and this action is fast enough.

"Only the chiefs and warriors of the tribes participated? Hey, that's not quite like Naadam. Lin Yuan muttered, Naadam is a grand event for the Mongols, there are competitions, there are songs and dances, there are entertainment, men, women and children, all can participate, not so much a competition, but a celebration of the Mongols.

"It seems that it is just borrowing the name of Naadam, and the timing is not right." Dalintai also said, "I guess Daikin wants to use this to select the warriors of various departments." ”

Then, in less than half a day, the news of the upcoming arrival of the Great Golden Bel Dorgon in Naadam spread around, and the dozen or so tribes that had already arrived had all received invitations.

As a nominal subordinate of Houjin, no matter what these tribes think of Houjin, how distant and close they are, as Dolgon, they must go, and they must be taken seriously, and they cannot be sloppy.

"Lin Yuan, Meng Gen, don't go." A few days before the Naadam conference, Dalintai selected five adult warriors from the tribe, all of whom were men with beards on their faces and chest hair, to participate in the Naadam conference.

And those who have a good prospect, but are still young, such as Lin Yuan, Meng Gen, etc., did not bring them, these people are the future of the tribe, but because of a so-called Naadam and do not know the value of the reward, these hole cards are shown to fight.

"Lin Yuan, in the past few days since I was away, you have taken responsibility for the affairs of the tribe, okay?" Dalintai asked, and the others were either not at ease or didn't have the ability.

"Done!" Lin Yuan simply agreed.

"Bagen, don't rely on you to be my son, I'm not here to make trouble everywhere, what Lin Yuan says is what, do you hear it?" Dalintai roared loudly at a teenager beside him.

"Hear me, Eqige (Mongolian father)!" The boy replied lazily.

"Be louder, I can't hear you." Darlingtai kicked Bagan in the ass.

"Listen! See! Finish! Bargan almost roared.

"Hmm." Dalintai nodded in satisfaction, checked the scimitar and bow and arrow he was carrying, turned over his horse with the other five people, and went straight away.

"Boys, wait for our triumphant return from Naadam, hahaha."

A melodious voice suddenly floated over from Dalintai, who had already gone away, although the tune was gentle, but the singing was strong, such a rough man, he could sing so like a cry, and his penetrating voice made the hairs on Zhiwen's body stand on end.

I don't know how long I haven't heard singing, especially such a beautiful singing, although there is no musical accompaniment, but it also sings to Zhiwen's heart, for a moment, it reminds him of the vague home in his previous life, and more clearly, it is the home of this life, the dark cave in northern Shaanxi.

"What is the leader of Dalintai singing?" Zhiwen secretly wiped the corners of his eyes and asked Lin Yuan beside him.

"Where the grassland is, the grassland is in your sight," Lin Yuan whispered to Zhiwen the Chinese interpretation of the song.

Zhiwen's eyes were slightly closed, listening to Lin Yuan's explanation while listening to the undulating singing of Dalintai.

The song dragged on for a long time, and the people had already turned the hill and disappeared, and there was still a lingering sound, which was endless.

"Where the grassland is, the grassland is in the bottom of my heart

Where the grassland is, the grassland is in your life

Where the grassland is, the grassland is in my dreams

The children of the grassland get together, and the grassland is in our song

Together today, parting tomorrow

Prairie bless you, bless you! ”

After listening to the song, the person had disappeared, and a wave of uneasiness suddenly surged in Zhiwen's heart, and he had an ominous premonition.

At this moment, the other tribes are also seeing them off, and the invitation card makes it clear that except for the leaders of the tribes and warriors, idle people are not allowed to go.

Most of the herdsmen thought that Daikin was selecting warriors in the name of Naadam, and they did not want to do it publicly.

There are elated, that is confidence in the strength of their own tribe.

There are those who are depressed, that is to think that there is no hope on Naadam.

There are also people like Dalintai, who regard this trip to Naadam as a trip and don't pay attention to it at all.