Following the fingers of the herdsman "Old Sheepskin", I couldn't help but look up at the sky.
Thick clouds piled from the top of my head to the horizon.
His last words echoed in my heart repeatedly, that "dragon" is in the sky.
After saying this, "Lao Sheeppi" stopped talking and went to the side to slaughter the sheep.
I stared at the sky for a long time, and I was still doubtful about his words.
At this time, the grassland started to It got busy, and everyone was helping to prepare for the evening banquet.
I didn’t feel like asking any more questions, so I turned around and returned to the group of educated youths.
There are many taboos on slaughtering animals in pastoral areas.
For example, after killing, you must not say "what a pity" or "it would be better not to kill", because once you say such words, the soul of the animal will stay to cause trouble, and the horse will Riding cows or horses, livestock that have helped their owners, female animals that have given birth to babies, etc. are not allowed to be killed, because the educated youth are from outside, and the herdsmen are rarely willing to let these people help slaughter the animals.
Skinning and cooking are also done as much as possible.
Don't let educated youth come near.
So we educated youths had nothing to do after the cows and horses returned to the pen.
We could only wait for dinner.
Night finally fell.
The sky was like a dome, covering the surrounding fields.
A fire was lit in front of the herdsman's tent on the grassland.
They brought them one after another A large plate of Mongolian-style food was served, and a whole sheep mat was served.
It was paired with things like blood sausage and sheep tripe, which we had never eaten before.
We could smell the unique sweet smell of dairy products in the night sky.
Stopped and swallowed.
Fatty and I didn't eat at noon.
Seeing all the delicious food, we couldn't help but move our index fingers.
Fatty just wanted to reach out and grab a piece of meat to eat, but "Old Sheepskin" knocked his hand with a pipe pot.
After returning home, it turned out that we had to ask the cadres from afar to say a few words to everyone.
When he spoke, it was nothing more than repeating the old tunes that are popular in gatherings nowadays.
The cadre named Ni was in his thirties, with a thin face wearing glasses with severe myopia and a one-sided cadre look.
In fact, he He is not a leading cadre at all, just a civilian employee.
The superiors came down to write a report on the exemplary deeds in the pastoral area.
I didn't expect to receive such a high courtesy on the grassland.
The herders had never seen any leaders at all.
They called him "chief" one after another.
They were really flattered.
They must have He asked everyone to change their name to "Lao Ni".
The Mongolian people regard the west as the largest and respect the elder.
They invited Lao Ni to sit in the most honorable seat in the west.
An old herdsman held a horn cup and sang a few toasts first.
Ding Sitian lived on the grassland for half a year.
Duo, who has already learned a little Mongolian, translated for me and said: Wine is the crystallization of grains.
The wine that Mongolians offer to their guests represents welcome and respect.
The fat man and I had no interest in the content of the toast song.
We stared eagerly at the roasted leg of lamb, hoping that the old man would finish singing quickly and wait for Lao Ni to say a few more nonsense words to cope with the situation.
Let’s eat.
Following the local custom, Lao Ni dipped his ring finger in the wine and flicked it toward the sky, the earth, and the fire.
Then he dipped his lips in some wine, and then he started to speak.
He first recited a few sentences of the highest directive and then praised a few words.
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Regarding the great situation in the pastoral areas, I did not forget to mention the educated youth here at the end.
I said that the educated youth have received a lot of training in the grasslands.
While supporting agriculture, animal husbandry, revolution and promoting production, we must also strengthen political study and hold frequent life reviews. meetings, report thoughts in a timely manner, and conduct timely criticism and self-criticism Lao Ni talked like a wheel for twenty minutes.
Maybe even he felt hungry.
Then he waved his hand and told everyone to start eating.
Mongolians drank wine as if they were drinking cold water.
Use a big bowl , even a small drinker would be frightened by this formation.
At this time, the herdsmen were all toasting to the leader.
Lao Ni, who was too drunk, could not resist for half a circle before he was knocked unconscious and had to be carried in sideways. accountant.
There are not a lot of educated youths, and they don't dare to drink bowl after bowl with the herdsmen.
They simply grab some food, light a bunch of smaller fires, and eat aside.
The herdsmen know that they are from the mainland.
Young people are young and no one is chasing us They also enjoyed the wine fight without interference from outsiders.
The shepherd liked to sing when he drank too much.
Halfway through the meal, someone’s morinouqin played loudly.
It is so powerful that it moves the sky.
Eleven of us educated youths sat around another fire, experiencing the grassland life where the fire warmed our chests and the wind blew cold on our backs.
We were fascinated by the morin fiddle.
I wanted to go over there and see who was playing the morin fiddle.
It was so good, Ding Sitian said: "You don't need to look to know that it must be the sound of old Yangpi Grandpa, even though he is from the northwest."
Not only are the outsiders good at singing Qinqiang and Xintianyou, but they have also lived on the grasslands for decades and are also very good at playing the morin fiddle.
I think Tengger must have given them the most beautiful timbre of the Klinzuo Banner grassland.
Grandpa Sheepskin’s Morinouqin.”
After she finished speaking, she stood up and danced solo to the sound of the Morinouqin.
Ding Sitian used to be a literary and artistic backbone, and she excelled in dancing and singing.
She always wanted to join the art troupe of the army, but because her family had overseas connections, she was unable to do so.
She could learn the Mongolian dance on the grassland as soon as she danced it, and she danced more Mongolian than Mongolians. , the Mongolian dance is graceful in form and slow in rhythm.
It mostly uses body language to praise the vast beauty of the grassland and expresses the postures of flying eagles and galloping horses.
We were so mesmerized watching Ding Sitian's dance that we completely forgot where we were.
Until the sound of the piano stopped, we were still immersed in it and didn't even think of applauding.
As the saying goes: "Everything is worse than having a cup in hand, and you will see the moon in your head only once in a lifetime."
The sky is high in the grassland, and the moon is bright.
In front of the burning fire, people are singing and dancing, drinking and talking.
It may not be a few times in their lives.
The educated youths settled in various banners.
All districts, which rarely meet each other, cherished this gathering very much and performed one after another, either singing or dancing.
Finally, Ding Sitian pulled the fat man and I up from the ground and said to everyone: "We all welcome Bayi and Kaixuan from the Xing'an League."
Several male and female educated youths sitting there applauded, and I and The fat man looked at each other.
This was a bit difficult.
There seemed to be some great dancers at the place where we jumped in line, but there were no dancers like those on the grassland.
We didn't even learn how to sing or dance.
Didn't this make us two brothers stand out: