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Looking at the old man's handsome appearance, Miao Miao looked slightly puzzled, and whispered to Han Cheng: "This old man doesn't look like a Kazakh." ”

Listening to Miao Miao's words, Han Cheng echoed in a low voice: "That's right, the three-dimensional sense of the Kazakh's face will not be so obvious, he is a second rotor (Ningxi native dialect, which means mixed-race)."

Yu Supu, a cadre of the township animal husbandry station, has quickly become familiar with everyone along the way, is like a friend, and knows the situation of the herdsmen in the township well.

He smiled and explained to Miao Miao and Han Cheng: "You both guessed correctly, the old man Halik is a second rotor, his father is Kazakh, and his mother is Kyrgyz, he looks like his mother, and his Kirgiz blood is stronger." ”

Miao Miao followed behind Yu Supu and the others, and she had to learn how they greeted the old man.

Everyone looked at the old man Halik one after another, put his right hand on his chest, his upper body bowed slightly, and bowed his head in greeting: "Livestock are safe?" How is the family?"

Old man Halik returned the salute, and after the warm greetings between the host and guest, they all began to work.

Han Cheng opened the carriage, Miao Miao helped set up the plank, and Bahati climbed into the carriage and began to drive the sheep out of the carriage.

Driving the sheep out of the car is also a technical job, Miao Miao and Han Cheng can't do it, so they stand two meters behind the carriage to prevent the sheep from scurrying to the west of the carriage.

The spring and summer pastures of the Yerboli family are five or six kilometers east along the pasture road in front of the car.

After about five or six minutes, the old man Halik, who had been standing next to the car and looking at the sheep, aimed at a big, fat, big-tailed sheep.

The old man Halik stepped forward quickly, and grabbed the head of the sheep with a quick grasp, and he unhurriedly took out a rope from his bosom, and quickly put the rope on the sheep.

He led the fat, big sheep to the wagon and said a few words in Kazakh to Yusupu and Bahati.

Kazakhs are a very polite and face-saving people, and the host must lead the sheep to the guests before slaughtering them.

Then Halik led the sheep to Miao Miao and Han Cheng, and said politely in proficient Chinese: "Although the sheep is not too fat, I show a little affection, please appreciate it." ”

Miao Miao and Han Cheng nodded hurriedly, and at the same time replied: "Thank you for your hospitality." ”

Old man Halik led the sheep, crossed the bridge, and walked into the wooden fenced compound.

After the old man Halik received the blessing of the guest, he would pull the sheep to be slaughtered.

Miao Miao then discovered that in the courtyard enclosed by wooden fences, there were several dilapidated adobe houses and a yurt house, and the outside of the adobe houses had already curled with smoke, and white smoke drifted into the air with the wind.

Bahati, who was standing in the bed of the big truck, shouted to Miao Miao in high spirits: "Miao Miao, tonight, we are going to eat meat and drink a lot in this yurt." Yesterday was our Kazakh Nawu Meat Festival, and due to the impact of the epidemic, the host family ate all the dried winter meat. Time is in a hurry, Nawu meat porridge can't be drunk, let's eat mutton today, the new era, customs and traditions must also keep pace with the times. ”

Han Cheng and Miao Miao listened to Bahati's witty words, raised their heads and laughed, the Kazakh people are known for their hospitality, and all guests come, whether they know each other or not, they treat each other wholeheartedly.

They slaughtered the sheep as a decent thing to entertain the guests, and when they slaughtered the sheep, they first dragged the sheep to the door and pulled the head of the sheep into the door to face the guests.

As soon as Bahati reminded Miao Miao that yesterday was the spring equinox solar term, and the Kazakh Nawu Rouzi Festival is the spring equinox of the traditional 24 solar terms.

"The sound of the spring equinox rain feet falling slightly", the word "Nawu Rouzi" of the Kazakh people comes from Persian, which means "spring rain day", which is the festival of the people living in the steppe to welcome the coming of spring, and is the most important festival in their life and production.

Now it is also called the Spring Festival, the Spring Festival, the date of the Nawu Rouzi Festival is fixed, it is the "spring equinox" season of the lunar solar term in our country every year, and it is necessary to boil a kind of porridge made of seven kinds of raw materials when passing the "Nawu Rouzi Festival", which is called Nawu Rouzi Porridge.

Due to the impact of the virus epidemic, roads are closed, passenger transportation is suspended, home isolation, and the Grand Bazaar (Grand Bazaar) is temporarily closed.

The epidemic has affected the people who have passed the Nawu Rouzi Festival, and many rice, wheat, barley, raisins and other raw materials have not had time to buy, so they have begun to change their eating habits in a hurry, so everyone has also changed their eating habits for the festival.

In the 2020 Nawu Rouzi Festival of the grassland people, due to the impact of the epidemic, the people who celebrate the festival will drink the traditional food of Nawu Rouzi porridge and change it to eat hand-grabbed mutton.

All the sheep on the upper deck were driven by the Bahati and got out of the wagons, and the flocks bleated and grazing on the edge of the pasture.

A young Kazakh man riding a black horse walked to the tail of the flock, flicked his long braids, and made a crisp "pop" in the air, and he rode a tall horse and began to drive the sheep to the east of the pasture.

More than 1,000 sheep walked down the shepherd's road, driven by the shepherds, the rapid footsteps of the sheep and the whistles of the three herdsmen one after another, and the crisp sound of the horsewhip, walked towards the east, forming a unique scenery.

Bahati, Yerboli and others stood in the protrusion on the outside of the carriage, grasping the baffle in one hand and a stick or whip in the other, and continued to drive the sheep on the lower deck of the carriage.

After driving the sheep, Yerpoli looked up at the carriage, which was filled with sheep dung and the pungent smell of urine.

Yeerboli thanked Han Cheng happily, because it was really rare that there was not a single sheep crushed or crushed along the way.

The rest of the sheep followed the first group of sheep, and under the random drive of Yerboli, they slowly followed the group of sheep in front of them, and more than 2,000 sheep were driven by the herdsmen, and drove along the pasture road towards the sheepfold of the spring and summer pastures.

Watching more than 2,000 sheep being driven slowly to the east by his shepherd friends, Yerboli finally breathed a sigh of relief.

A few people walked to the stream to wash their hands, and the cool water of the stream was still chilly in early spring.

Yeerboli warmly invited Miao Miao and the others to go to the residence of his family's spring and summer pasture.

Yeerboli told Miao Miao, who knows little about the lives of herders, that the herdsmen's transfer is to provide high-quality pasture for livestock, ensure the growth and increase of livestock, and also to optimize livestock breeds.

Yerboli said happily: "It's so convenient now, it used to take about ten days to ride a horse and drive a sheep to the field, but now the mechanized transfer can be reached in a few hours." ”

"Hey, Master Han, in November this year, I will transfer back to the breeding community, and I will use your big truck, your car flax brand, and your people will also save flax." Yeerboli turned his head and agreed with Han Cheng on the mechanical transition in late autumn next time.

Han Cheng readily agreed: "No problem, Ma Da is not (it's okay), I'm on call, hey, Yeerboli, you tell your herdsmen friends about it, and I will use my cart to pull sheep for you in the future, when the time comes, I will be cheaper to ensure that there will be no phenomenon of crushing the sheep." ”

Yeerboli also replied crisply: "Okay, Ma Da didn't." ”