Urgent for the Wolf Totem Chapter III!

King Wu Sun was named Kunmo, the father of Kunmo, a small country west of Xiongnu. Xiongnu attacked and killed his father, but Kunmo was born and abandoned his son in the wild. He was famous for his black meat and the wolf went to milk it. Blame yourself, think about God and learn from it. And strong, make generals, and count merits. Khan gave his father's men to Kunmo and let the commander stay in Xicheng ... Khan died, and Kunmo led his people to move to neutrality and refused to go to Xiongnu. The Huns sent raiders to defeat them, thinking that they were gods and kept away from them.

-Sima Qian's Biography of Historical Records and Dawan

The next morning, there was no wind or snow. The smoke from the yurt, like a slender towering birch tree, goes straight to the sky and into Tengger. Cattle and sheep are still ruminating slowly, and the sunshine has driven away the cold of winter nights. A layer of frost on cattle and sheep has just turned into white dew and soon turned into a thin white fog.

Stark Chan asked his neighbor to take care of the cloth and help him herd sheep for a day. The official cloth was composed of herders, who were controlled at that time and had been deprived of grazing rights. However, four educated youths were asked to herd cattle on their behalf whenever they had the chance, and Gasmai would give him corresponding work points. Stark Chan and another shepherd, Yankee, got into a light ox cart with iron wheels and went to the old man's house in Biliger.

Yang, a classmate who lives in a yurt with Stark Chan, is the son of a famous professor in a famous university in Beijing. His family's books are equivalent to a small library. In high school, Stark Chan often exchanged books with Yankee. After reading them, he was always very speculative. When she was in Beijing, Yang Ke was gentle and shy, and she blushed when she met strangers. Unexpectedly, he came to the grassland to eat mutton, steak and milk tofu for two years, and after four seasons of intense ultraviolet radiation in the Mongolian Plateau, he suddenly became a burly grassland man, with hands and face as red as herders, and his personality was greatly reduced. At the moment, Yang is more excited than Stark Chan. He sat on the cart and tapped the cow's crotch with a wooden stick. He said, I didn't sleep well last night. After that, Abbabilliger will go hunting again. You must let me go with him once, even if I lie down for two days and nights. It is unheard of that wolves can do such good things for mankind. Today, I have to dig an antelope myself to believe ... can we really pull a cart of antelopes back?

That's a fake. Stark Chan said with a smile: Dad said that no matter how difficult it is to dig, we should make sure to fill our ox cart first, exchange the antelope for adult goods, and buy more big blankets for us to wrap.

Yang Ke happily waved a stick and hit the cow. He said to Stark Chan: It seems that you have been obsessed with wolves for two years. In the future, I will learn the art of hunting from wolves. Maybe, you can use it in future wars ... what you say may really be the law. If you live a primitive nomadic life on this grassland for a long time, in the end, no matter which nationality, such as Xiongnu, Wusun, Turkic, Mongolia and so on. , will have to worship the Wolf as a teacher. That's what the book says. However, except for the Han nationality. I'm sure that even if we Han people stayed on the grassland for centuries, we wouldn't worship the wolf totem.

Not necessarily. Chen Zhen bridled the reins and said, for example, I am deeply impressed by the coyote now. I have only been on the grassland for a little over two years.

Yang Ke retorted: But the vast majority of China people are farmers, or they are farmers. The Han people have a more stubborn sense of small farmers than stainless steel. It's strange that they don't skin wolves when they go to the grassland. The Han nationality in China is a farming and herbivorous people. They are afraid of wolves in their bones and hate them. How can they worship the wolf totem? Han people in China worship the dragon totem and the dragon king who is in charge of the lifeline of agriculture, so they can only worship it in fear and helplessness. How dare you learn, protect, worship and kill wolves like Mongols? People's totems can really inspire their national spirit and personality. There is a great difference between the national character of farming people and nomadic people. I didn't feel anything when I was submerged in the sea of Wang Yang of the Han people before. On the grassland, the inferiority of our farming people was all compared. Although my father is a professor, in fact my father's grandfather and my mother's grandmother are farmers. ...

Stark Chan said, especially in ancient times, the Mongolian people, whose population was almost only one percent of that of the Han nationality, had far more shock and influence on the world than that of the Han nationality. Until now, the Han nationality in China is still called Mongolian race by the west, and the Han people themselves have accepted this title. But when the Qin and Han Dynasties unified China, the ancestors of the Mongolian nation didn't even have the name Mongolia. I really feel sorry for the Han nationality. China people like to build the Great Wall, a big circle wall, boasting that they think they are the central country and empire of the world. However, in the eyes of ancient westerners, China was just a country of silk, porcelain and tea. Even Russians always think that the little Khitan in history is China, and still call China "Qi Dayi".

It seems that wolves really deserve a mystery. Yang Ke said: I am also infected by you. Let me read history books in the direction of Xirong, Dongyi, Beidi and Nanman. I want to kill wolves more and more. I have done too much.

Stark Chan said, Look, you are going to be a Mongolian. Lose some wolf blood, which is the advantage of blood hybridization.

Yang Ke said: I really want to thank you for encouraging me to come to the grassland. Do you know, at that time, which one of your words hit my life point? Have you forgotten? That's what you said-there is the vastest primitiveness and freedom on the grassland.

Stark Chan let go of the drill and said, "I definitely didn't say that. You must be jealous of my words. " .

The two men laughed and the ox cart ran out of the snow.

Crowds, dogs and motorcades form a lively life scene similar to that of gypsies on the snowy plain.

The whole Gasmai production team, four shacks (two yurts standing next to each other are a "shack") and eight yurts all contributed manpower and ox carts. Eighty-nine ox carts were loaded with blankets, long ropes, shovels, firewood and wooden hooks. People put on dirty old leather robes, shiny black with burnt sheepskin patches on them. But people and dogs are as happy as the tribes where the ancient Mongolian army went to clean the battlefield and get the spoils. The cavalry drank a lugo all the way, and a flat hip flask with a felt cover was passed from the front to the back of the team, and then from the woman's hand to the man's mouth. With the singing, Mongolian folk songs, hymns, battle songs, wine songs and love songs can never stop. Forty or fifty big Mongolian dogs were covered with fur and excited like children's "Lailaifeng". For this rare trip, they rolled around the team and teased each other.

Stark Chan, Batu, Ramzab, two shepherds and five or six shepherds herded cattle surrounded the old man in Bi Lige like tribal chiefs. Ramuzab, a Turkish-born man with a wide face, straight nose and big eyes, said: My marksmanship is not as good as your old skill. You can make your whole family live a rich life without firing a shot. With China's apprentice Stark Chan, I can't forget my old Mongolian apprentice. Unexpectedly, wolves surrounded the mountain yesterday.

The old man stared at him and said, in the future, you should think more about the old people and educated youth in the point group, and don't let others smell the meat and watch you send it. You don't want to give Stark Chan a leg of lamb until he comes to your house. Is this how Mongolians treat their guests? When we were young, the first antelope and otter we hit every year were given to the elderly and guests first. Young man, you have forgotten all the old rules handed down by the great Khan. Let me ask you something. How many wolves do you need to catch up with Buhe, the wolf hero of Baiyingbi commune? Do you really want to be in the newspaper, on the radio and win that prize? If you kill a wolf, where will your soul go after you die? Are you going to break a piece of turf when you die, occupy a piece of land and feed maggots and insects in the soil, like the Han people? Your soul can't go to Tengger. The old man sighed and said, Last time I went to a meeting in Qili, the old people in several communes in the south were very worried. They said that they haven't seen wolves there for half a year, and they all want to settle in Allen. ...

The third chapter (2)

Ramuzabu pushed the fox fur hat gang behind his head and said, Batu is your old son. You don't trust me or Batu? Ask him if I want to be a wolf hero. That day, a reporter from the League went to the horses to find me, and Batu was there. Don't believe me, ask him if I cheated half the figures.

The old man turned to Batu and asked, Is that right?

Batu said: there is this. But people don't believe it. They found out how many wolf skins Ramuzab sold from the acquisition station. As you know, according to the quality of the skin, a wolf was killed, and the acquisition station also rewarded 20 bullets. I knew it as soon as I checked the books. As soon as the reporter returned to the league, it was broadcast that Ramuzab was chasing Buch. Later, I was so scared that Mu Lan Zabu sold wolf skins to others.

The old man frowned. You two beat wolves too hard, so the whole audience counted you two playing too much.

Batu defended: The grassland boundary scattered by our horses is closest to outer Mongolia, and there are also the most wolves. We won't fight hard, there are many wolves at the boundary pillar, and there are not many foals left in those days.

The old man asked again, why did you both come, leaving Zhang Jiyuan to look after the horses alone?

Batu said: There are many wolves at night, so we will take his place. The antelope gets up during the day, but he hasn't done it, so it's not as fast as us.

In winter, the sun on the plateau seems to be getting closer and closer to the ground instead of rising very high. The blue sky turned white, the yellow grass turned white, and the snow surface melted slightly, becoming a white reflector. Crowds, dogs and motorcades became phantoms in the intense white light. All men took out their sunglasses and put them on. Women and children covered their eyes with horseshoe sleeves. Several cowboys who were snow-blind closed their eyes, but they were still crying. Big dogs still stare big eyes, watching rabbits jumping in the distance, or lowering their heads and smelling the fresh long footprints of foxes on the roadside.

Approaching the paddock, the dogs immediately found the foreign body on the snow slope and roared and rushed over. Some underfed dogs will scramble to eat the leftover antelope meat discarded by wolves. Bale of Biliger's family and several famous big hounds in the group raised their manes and ran around following the smell of urine and dung of wolves in the snow, slowly rolling their eyes, carefully identifying and judging the number and strength of wolves and which one had been here. The old man said that Balak can recognize most wolves in Oroqen grassland, and most wolves can recognize Balak. When Balak's mane stood up, he told people that these wolves had a lot to offer.

People rode into the paddock one by one and looked down carefully. Most of the dead antelopes on the hillside were eaten by wolves, leaving only the sheep's head and thick skeleton. Bilig pointed to the footprints of wolves in the snow and said, There were several wolves here last night. He pointed to a few wisps of gray-yellow wolf hair and said that two groups of wolves had also fought. For example, the wolf on the other side of the boundary pillar also chased out the smell of antelope. With less food, the wolf became worse.

The cavalry finally climbed the ridge. Like finding a cornucopia, people screamed excitedly and waved hats at the motorcade behind them. Gasmai took the lead, jumped out of the car, dragged a cow and ran very fast. All the women jumped out of the car and beat their cows hard. The team acted quickly.

Mu Lan Zabu looked at the hunting ground at the foot of the mountain, and his eyes almost popped out: Oh, these wolves are really fierce. We surrounded the old antelope. The year before last, more than 20 cowboys and cowboys finished running horses, and we only circled more than 30.

Old Billy Geller reined in his horse, picked up his telescope and carefully scanned the snow cave and the surrounding hills. People stopped their horses and looked around, waiting for the old man to talk.

Stark Chan also picked up the telescope. Under the slope are snow nests where countless antelopes are buried, and perhaps ancient warriors are buried. In the middle of the snow nest is a relatively flat place, like an alpine lake covered with snow and ice. There are the remains of a dozen antelopes on the slope of the lake. The most surprising thing is that there are seven or eight yellow spots in the lake, some of which are still moving. Stark Chan saw that it was an antelope that was forced to rush into the snow lake, but it was not completely trapped in the snow nest. There are dozens of snow pits, large and small, on the snow surface near the snow lake, and more in the distance, all of which are traces left by extinct antelopes. Snow lake is different from water lake, and all the objects that sink into the lake will leave clear marks on the lake.

The old man Bi Lige said to Batu, You stay here and shovel the snow trail and let the car lean forward. Then the old man took Stark Chan and Ramsab and walked slowly to the "lake". The old man said to Stark Chan: Don't step on the place where there is no grass until you see the footprints of sheep's hoof and wolf's hoof.

The three men rode down the hill carefully through the snow. The snow is getting thicker and thicker, and there is less and less grass. After more than a dozen steps, the snow was covered with small holes the size of chopsticks' heads, and dry, yellow and tough grass stems and grass tips were sticking out of each hole, which were shaken in the snow by the wind. The old man said: These holes were made by Tengger singer for wolves. Otherwise, the snow is so deep, how can wolves smell the dead animals buried under the snow? Stark Chan smiled and nodded.

Small holes and grass tips are safety signs. Take dozens of steps, and there will be no grass holes and grass tips on the snow surface. But the yellow hoof prints and wolf paw prints are still clearly visible. The strong Mongolian horse passed through the hard snow shell with three fingers thick and fell into deep snow. Step by step, approach Xiangxue Lake and walk to the nearest antelope bone stall. Finally, the horse couldn't walk. When three people got off the horse, they broke the snow shell and fell into Zita Law. The three struggled to step out of a platform and turn themselves around. Stark Chan's foot is an eaten antelope, skewed in the snow, and there is a pile of grass in the stomach bag of the frozen antelope. There are about thirty or forty antelopes caught and eaten by wolves in this area, and the wolves stop here.

Looking up, Stark Chan has never seen such a strange and tragic sight: 89 Tibetan antelopes, large and small, standing on a snowy slope hundreds of meters away and on the lake beyond. There is a snow pit around the sheep, which is the burial place of other antelopes. These live sheep are too scared to take another step, and this only small piece of snow shell may break at any time. There are also several antelopes, whose four thin legs have been poked into the snow, but their bodies are supported by snow shells and left on the snow surface. The sheep is still alive, but it can't move. These free elves, who are the best runners on the grassland, are now too hungry to move, suffering the last cruel torture of death. The most terrible thing is that the heads of several antelopes are still exposed in the snow, and the necks of sheep have all disappeared in the snow. It may be that the sheep stepped on a hill or piled up the bodies of their companions. Stark Chan seems to be able to see the sheep crying for help in the telescope, but his mouth can't make a sound. Maybe those antelopes have been frozen to death or suffocated, and frozen into sculptures at the last moment of their lives.

Snow shells on the surface of snow slopes and lakes are as beautiful as Bai Bing, but insidious and cold. This is the most lethal hidden weapons and cold weapon Tengger gave to coyotes and prairie people to defend the grassland. The snow shell of winter mountain in Oroqen grassland is a masterpiece of white hair wind and sunshine in grassland. One white-haired wind after another, like a field rising in Ran Ran, blew away the soft snowflakes, leaving behind snow sand with dense particles like iron sand. When snow sand falls on the snow surface, it covers the soft snow layer with hard snow. In the morning or at noon, when the sun is strong and there is no wind, the snow surface will melt slightly, and when the cold wind blows in the afternoon, the snow surface will be thick and condensed. After several white-haired winds, a three-finger thick snow shell was formed on the snow surface. The snow in the shell is ice, mixed with snow, harder than snow, slightly brittle, smooth and different in thickness. The thickest and hardest place can bear a person's weight, but most places can't stand the trampling of antelope's pointed hoof.

The scene before us is even more shocking: all the antelopes that the wolf can touch are dug out of the snow pit and dragged out by the wolf. There are longitudinal snow gullies on the edge of Zita Law, which are all traces left by wolves dragging prisoners of war. At the end of the snow ditch are slaughterhouses and picnic areas one after another. Antelopes are ruined, wolves only pick internal organs and good meat to eat, and the snow surface is a mess. The wolves obviously heard the movement of people and dogs and left like this. The snow and sand brought out by the wolf's feet are still rolling on the snow surface, and the wet snow melted by the wolf dung has not been completely frozen.

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