The underworld is in the wind and snow, and the fifth volume of Mobei Tianjiao is the sixty-third chapter of the young wife

If there was no howling south wind, it would have been a scene of quiet and peaceful Mongolian pastoral songs, but all this seemed very bleak in the wind, and there was not a single person in sight, not even a dog. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info two sets of Lele cars and some utensils, hanging jerky shelves and other things in the wind look very lonely. Lele car is a unique ancient means of transportation of the Mongolian people, a simple board car, a wooden stick at the front end of the two wheels, only the wooden stick stuck on the neck of the ox can drive the ox away. In the past, when the Mongols were nomadic migrators, there would be a long Lelele cart, and everything was pulled away on such a cart. I approached one of the two yurts and knocked on the fence door: "Sainbaino!" There was no reply inside, I opened the door, and there was no one inside, blankets, bedding, and clothes, placed haphazardly, without tidying up. I went to the door of another yurt and knocked on it, and the floor was a little messy inside, and it looked like it hadn't been cleaned up in a few days. But there was an old man half-lying on a blanket on one side, and a teenage girl kneeling next to the pillow, all in ordinary Mongolian attire. The little girl's frightened eyes revealed a frightened expression, as if she was afraid of me, a stranger.

"Sainbaino!" I greeted them kindly.

The old man slowly opened his eyes and looked at me, and muttered something in Mongolian for a few miles, which roughly meant: What else do you want to do, it is useless to kill me, I am a lot old, and I can't help you anymore. I explained to the old man: I was just passing by, and I had no intention of harming anyone, so why do you think I am going to kill you? The old man still thought that I was not a good person, so I asked the old man: Have any bad people come? Have they threatened you? The old man looked up at me and felt that he had misunderstood me, so he said: A group of people came the day before yesterday, and at first they were quite kind, but then they asked me where the cemetery was, and I said that I had never heard of any tombs, so they started to be ruthless. I didn't understand what they were saying, but I could tell that some people wanted to kill me, but someone stopped me. Told me not to mention them to anyone, and left.

I said, "Then you told me if they would come to take revenge on you?"

Old man: I'm a lot old, what's so scary, and those people aren't good people. What do you call you? Do you know those people?

I gave myself the Mongolian name "Baoyin", which is a word I learned when I was learning Mongolian, which means blessing. On the one hand, the word Fu gives people a thick and stable and very general feeling in Chinese, and it will not make people uneasy. I don't know what it feels like to be in Mongolia, it's supposed to be very simple, and I don't want to feel weird. At the same time, I also hope that Changshengtian can really give me blessings and let me successfully fulfill my wishes. I said to the old man, "My name is Baoyin, and I am passing through here while hunting." What do you call your old man?

Old Man: My name is Charis, and this is my granddaughter's name Arjuna. As I got older, Arjuna's parents didn't want to live as a herder with me. My daughter gave birth to Arjuna, who followed her husband when she was five years old. He said that he wanted to go to Ulaanbaatar to do business, and when the business was done, he would come to pick up our grandfather and grandson, but he didn't come back for several years. I don't think you're a bad person, can you do my old man a favor?

Me: Oh, how can I help you?

The old man sighed and said, "I was injured when I was dealing with those people, and I am afraid that I will not be able to survive it, and if I can't do it, please take Arjuna to Ulaanbaatar and send her to his parents, and my old man will be very grateful to you!"

Me: Don't say that, let me see your injuries.

The old man opened his clothes and wounded the lower part of his left chest, breaking two ribs. The bruising and swelling does not seem to be light. If there are people in a place, even if there is a health center, the bone drain is bruised and inflammatory, and this injury will not kill the elderly. However, this situation is dangerous if there is no one in this place for hundreds of miles, and it is dangerous if nothing can be done. And people always have to breathe, and the rib wound is always moving to be quite painful and difficult to heal, and it is very troublesome. I teach the elderly to breathe in the abdomen, and the movement of the chest will be much smaller. I want to use some anti-inflammatory herbs, but now the grass has not sprouted this season, and there is no hope for even herbs. I brought some antibiotics with me, but I didn't have them with me in the buggy, so I was really waxing. The old man still begged me to take care of Arjuna, but I had no choice but to agree.

I guess the old man and the girl probably hadn't eaten for a long time, so they made a fire and cooked some broth, and when I saw Arjuna, who was timid, she seemed very well-behaved, and helped me inside and out. She was petite, her hair was a little messy, she was dressed in a brown Mongolian dress, wrapped in a sheepskin waistcoat, and her face was red, the color of a steppe girl. I was thinking about what to do next, the affairs of the old man and the child had nothing to do with me at all, and I could completely throw it away and walk away. But how could I do something so ruthless? No way, who let me catch up? On second thought, could it be that those mysterious people were deliberately trying to delay me? Possibly! So I decided that I should cut the mess quickly. Kill a cow and prepare enough food for Arjuna, go south to find my car as soon as possible, drive to pick up the old man and girl, go to a place where there are people to recuperate, give some money for them to go to Ulaanbaatar on their own, I can't delay more in this matter. They ate some hot broth together and discussed the plan with the old man, but the old man didn't say anything. Early the next morning, when the wind finally subsided a little, I got up and hurried to grab a cow and lead it back. When I was about to get to the yurt, I heard a gunshot in the yurt, and I threw down the cow and ran into the yurt. Arjuna ran into the house before I did, and lay down on top of the old man, crying loudly, blood smeared all over the old man's chest, and holding a wolf-proof shotgun in his hand, as if he had ended his life in order to let me take Arjuna. It's good, the old man is more anxious than me, and it ruins the mystery man's purpose of delaying me, but Arjuna's arrival has really become my business. According to Arjuna's custom, placing the old man on a high rock for the falcon to peck at was considered to bury the old man. The Mongols considered it a great sin to pollute rivers and land, so people could not be buried in the land when they died. I found the old man's herding horse in the herd, and a few horses, but they were not domesticated, and they were not allowed to ride at all, so forget it, Arjuna and I will ride a horse. It's a pity that the remaining 100-odd animals will wait for Arjuna's parents to take over. If no one drives them, they will also breed on their own in this grassland.

Picking up Arjuna on her horse, I walked south behind her. The wind is blowing again, the wind is three winds, and the wind is blowing for three days, and the agricultural proverb is honest and does not deceive me! I don't dare to run, for fear that it will be too fast and bumpy. Thus we walked on the desolate plains, and the goal seemed to be only the distant horizon. Arjuna soon became sleepy and seemed to squint, then turned back and looked at me timidly a few times, and I asked her, "What's wrong?" Are you tired? After a while, he said: Brother Baoyin, will you marry me?

I couldn't help laughing, the girls on the prairie eat beef and mutton, and it seems that they mature very early. Even so, Arjuna was too small, except for a lump of plateau red on each cheek, and her whole body was white and tender like a boiled egg that had been peeled off. I hadn't washed my face for a few days now, my beard was two centimeters long, and my whole body was dirty and tattered. I said, "Think about it when you're old enough to have a bunch of kids."

Arjuna pondered for a while and said, "My mother was fifteen when she gave birth to me, and I am thirteen. ”

This may not be strange in the eyes of Mongolians, I once saw a seventeen-year-old Mongolian girl holding a four-year-old doll, but I still couldn't help laughing: "You don't know me very well, how did you think you would marry me?

Arjuna said with a solemn expression: "My grandfather said that when a man carries a girl on a horse, the two of them are married, and the two of them will find a place to live happily ever after. ”

I think this is what happened, this kid is probably really serious. "But I already have a lover, and I'm going to do my business when I send you to your parents. ”

Arjuna: "I don't remember what my parents looked like, I don't know where they were, maybe not in Ulaanbaatar at all. You can have other lovers, as long as you love me too. Remember that there is a wife named Arjuna, and no matter what happens or who says it, Arjuna is your wife. You must remember, okay?" said him, tears welling up in his eyes.

I thought it was strange, could something be wrong? For a while, Arjuna probably hadn't seen a few people since she was a child, like Princess Saarilang, and all she knew was the stories told by her grandfather, and she might now think that I was her husband. I'd rather she live in her story forever, but when I think about my situation, I don't know what tomorrow will bring, whether I'll live to be Arjuna's fifteen or twenty. Don't mention Weiwei who is far away in Hubei, just say that the mysterious people are still eyeing each other, whether they can give Arjuna safety is questionable, and the idea of this girl cannot be considered ethically, and how to find the child's parents? It's really a mess. I only hope that Arjuna can get a better education and grow up safe and happy. "Okay! I got it!" I didn't say anything, and reached out to help her wipe her tears.

Until noon, I felt something strange, and I held the sword and looked around.

"It doesn't seem to be a living person, come out to reminisce about the past, right?" Although I was aware of it, it was not clear, and shouting this sentence was largely a lie. After a while, several figures emerged from more than a hundred meters in front of the left. It was not easy to find good cover in this great plain, and it seems that they had made some preparations. When I got closer, I could see clearly, several people in black covered their faces with Russian-style felt hats, and one person in the middle was holding the back collar of Ulihan, who was dressed in dark blue Mongolian women's clothes, and pointed a pistol at her, among which there was no ****.

Ulihan was hijacked, so where did the **** go?