The Zheng people divided the world into five directions.

Da Zheng lives in Middle Earth, with hundreds of fertile rivers, and is the richest place.

To the east is the East China Sea, where there are islands dotted around, making it the wettest place.

The west is the western wilderness, with barren grass and Gobi, which is the most bitter and cold place.

The south is Nanling, with 100,000 mountains and forests, which is the poorest place

The north is the northern desert, with sandstone scorched earth, which is the hottest place!

On the desolate Gobi Desert, a milky white torrent rolled forward, it was a herd of goats, followed by a group of Xijon people riding horses in sheep's clothing.

The western wilderness is bitter and cold, and there are Rong people who live as nomads, live in felt, move with water and grass, and are good at riding and shooting.

The sheep slowly rolled forward until they came to a small river, where the grass was very fertile, and the Rong people dismounted and began to pitch their tents, where they would stay for a while until the sheep had eaten the grass and then leave for the next place where the grass was fertile.

By the river, three Rong children who were less than the height of a horse's leg pulled their trouser legs to pick up the artemisia by the river, and carefully looked at the roots of Artemisia spp., the roots of Artemisia were rooted in shallow water, and many small fish would forage next to the roots of Artemisia spp.

Suddenly, one of the children's eyes lit up, and next to the root of the artemisia he had opened, a small fish the length of a palm was wagging its tail and muttering something with its mouth.

The Najon boy gestured to his two companions, and the other two became motionless, while he spread his legs, bent down, put his hands together in the shape of spoons, and quickly plunged into the water and threw them behind his legs—

With a bang, the fish in the water flew under the crotch of the child's pants and landed far behind him on the bank of the river, where the fish kept churning in the grass, but it was too far away from the water to change its fate no matter how much it tossed.

The three Rong children shouted excitedly, and they ran to the shore as fast as they could, and hurriedly pressed the churning fish to the ground, and then found a grass stalk to thread the fish through its gills.

Just as the three children were about to continue down the river to catch fish, one of them paused, then bent down and carefully picked up the weeds under his feet.

Under the weeds is a pile of rotten blackened grass stalks, but if you look closely, you can see that there is a layer of whitish frost around these blackened grass stalks!

"Bucher, let's go, catch the fish!" the other two children urged, seeing that their companion was not following.

"Batu, Harba, look, fiefdom!" said the boy named Buhe to his two companions.

When the two children heard this, they immediately ran to Bucher's side, crouched down to pick up the weeds, and when they saw the white frost under the weeds, their faces changed greatly, they looked at each other, and then ran quickly towards their parents, who were pitching their tents......

This is the largest tent of the Xirong tribe, so it is naturally inhabited by the most noble people in the tribe, the Dabie beggar of the Xirong people, who is in charge of the sacrifice and history of the tribe, and is also the guide of the Xirong tribe.

The Great Beggar, a dark-skinned and wrinkled old man, was in the tent at this time on a rough wooden table with a cup of ink made of sheep's blood and gray stone, and the old man carried a woollen pen and drew some messy symbols on the sheepskin on the table.

Phew! As soon as the light in the tent lit up, it turned out to be a big man with a full beard who opened the curtain door and walked in.

"It's Agudamu, what's wrong, what's wrong?" the old man glanced up at the big man, and a kind smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

Agudamu is the leader of the Xirong tribe today, and is also the nephew of the old man, according to the tradition of the Xijon people, Dabie beggars cannot have offspring, so the old man has always regarded Agudamu as a son.

"Don't beg, the clan has just discovered the ancestral fiefdom. Agudammu said to the old man with a worried face, "The ancestral fief has appeared, which means that after thirty sunrises, the white-haired wind is coming......

"White-haired wind" refers to the blizzard weather on the grassland, according to the experience summed up by generations of Xirong people, whenever there is white frost on the grassland, after thirty sunrises, the grassland will blow white-haired wind, at that time the whole grassland, both the sky and the earth are white, there is no sun at all, and the white-haired wind blows for more than ten days.

Every time the white-haired wind blows, nearly half of the old and weak people of the Xirong tribe will freeze to death, and the Xirong people on the grassland have never lived past the age of forty, of course, the old man in front of him is an exception.

"You're trying to say that there isn't enough food in the clan anymore!" the old man said, pausing his pen and looking at Agudam.

"Yes, there have been fewer and fewer pregnant ewes in the past two years, and if all the sheep are killed this year, we may be able to survive this white-haired wind, but if we kill all the sheep, what will the clan do in the future?" said Agudam, with a wry smile.

"Hehe, don't worry, my nephew, since I have guided the tribe here, I will naturally find a solution. The old man smiled, as if he didn't take this life-and-death crisis of the tribe to heart at all.

"Don't beg, I hope you will guide the people!" Agudamu heard the old man's words, his face was overjoyed, and he immediately knelt on the ground and said.

"The ancestors told us to go to the East, where there are cotton clothes made of silk brocade, endless firewood, and endless food! Go and grab them, those are ours!" the old man said slowly.

Agudamu withdrew from the tent with a twinkle in his eyes, he knew where the east was, and he knew what was there, but he never thought of plundering, because the Zheng people were too powerful, so powerful that the Xijon people could breathe.

But now it was different, Agudamu had no choice, either follow the guidance of his ancestors, or the tribe would perish on the steppe!

Shortly after Agudammu left the tent, the felt curtain was lifted again, and a girl of eleven or twelve with braided hair walked in.

The girl was dressed in a snow-white fur coat, with deerskin boots on her feet, and a ferret in her arms, her skin was a little rough because of the wind on the prairie, but her big eyes were very smart.

"Kikige, haha, come here, let Awu see!" the old man shouted happily when he saw the girl's arrival.

The girl named Kikige jumped up to the old man like a fawn and said in a cheerful voice, "Awu, I finally dreamed of my ancestors last night!"

"Really?" said the old man, pretending to be very surprised, "What kind of power did the ancestors give you?

"Ah Wu, look!" said the girl put the sable in her arms on the ground, and quickly made a series of gestures in her hand, and at the same time muttered a few inexplicable notes in her mouth, and then she suddenly reached out to the sable and pointed at it, and a black smoke suddenly shot into the sable's body.

I saw that the white sable suddenly raised its head to the sky and roared, and the original body the size of a tanuki cat suddenly changed, and it became almost the same as a wolf, and at this time, the white sable suddenly opened its mouth, and a snow-white mist spewed out of its throat, and a layer of frost suddenly formed on the ground where it passed, and the temperature in the tent became cold and biting!