Chapter 438 Friendship Competition

Mongolian men have three skills: horse riding, archery and fighting skills. The fighting here is Mongolian wrestling, which is a must-have skill for every Mongolian man. Children have used this as a play since childhood.

When he saw that he was about to fall, the passion of the herdsmen was ignited again and immediately boiled. The fat man was pushed onto the field in a daze, and he couldn't help but think: If he had known this, he would have brought Benben to him, and he liked to be thrown the most.

However, the fat man also knew that Mongolian wrestling has a long history and must have many techniques. No need elsewhere, when watching "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", there was a paragraph in which Guo Jing and Ouyang Ke went to Taohua Island to propose marriage and set the rules for three games and two wins. As a result, there was a competition, where Ouyang Ke and Guo Jing fell down at the same time. As a result, Guo Jing hugged Ouyang Ke's ankle and took a Mongolian wrestling move, and threw Ouyang Ke into the ground first.

Guo Jing grew up in the desert since he was a child. Although he was stupid, he was so good at falling, so the fat man had no idea at all.

He knew his own weight and strength. The main reason why he could rule the Kaoshantun Wing Cemetery for a long time was that no one else was stronger than him. But when it comes to real techniques, the fat man basically had a rolling pin and fire.

Standing face to face with Batel, Batel spread his legs apart, his hands spread out, his eyes as hawkish eyes, staring at the fat man tightly. He is a good fighter in the flag and often attends Nadam Conference.

If it is a regular match, there will be more specialties, and there are strict requirements in all aspects such as costumes and props.

Generally speaking, contestants should have special clothing, wearing cowhide tight short-sleeved vests, covered with silver or copper round nails, and the center of the back also represents the words "auspicious".

Wearing fat pants on the lower body, usually embroidered with various vivid patterns; there are aprons made of red, blue and yellow silks on the waist.

The famous beating hand has to be worn on the neck. Jiangga is the colorful cloth collar worn on the neck, which looks majestic and extraordinary as soon as it appears. Jiangga is a symbol of the glory of a beating hand, not everyone can wear it.

The rules of Boke are also different from other bends. They are not divided into levels, and those with a weight of 100 pounds and 200 pounds will also fall together. Sometimes, the scene of light defeating heavy is really the case because Boke pays great attention to techniques.

During the game, if one side hits the ground at any point above the knee, it will be simple and clear. And there is no time limit, and one fall will determine the outcome. If both sides are evenly matched and no one can fall down, then it is possible to compete for a few hours in a game until one side is exhausted. Judging from this rule, it is still powerful for the fat man.

After Bater greeted the fat man, he suddenly stretched out his hands, grabbed the fat man's hands, and after pulling, he pushed forward again and again. The foot was inserted into the fat man, causing a trip. This move has a special name called "Dehele", which is the most popular wrestling technique used by Mongolian and Manchu wrestlers.

"Good guy, come up and do it." The fat man was not polite at all when he saw Bater, and fell as soon as he said he was. Mongolian Bok was so straightforward and raised his hands without mercy. Fat man should not expect others to save face for him.

He didn't dare to neglect his strength, put his strength on the lower plate, spread his legs, and stood there with a horse, squatted his crotch, flipped his hands and held Bartel's necks.

At the same time, Bartel's toes also hooked to the fat man's left heel. Generally, the right foot is more stable, so the target of the attack is the left foot. In conjunction with the physical movements, he wanted to defeat the fat man in one fell swoop.

Unexpectedly, the fat man's heels did not hook up at all. The fat man's thighs were like pillars inserted into the grass, not moving at all. But Bartel's upper body was pulled over by the fat man.

Bartel had already woken up from the wine just now, his body was extremely flexible, he passed through the fat man's armpits, twisted and pulled his hands, and with a sound of squeak, the fat man's two big cloth shirts turned into vests, and both sleeves were held in Bartel's hands.

Of course, ordinary clothes could not withstand the tearing of the hand. Bartel threw the sleeves in his hand towards the big braid and said, "Tomorrow I will give the fat brother a Mongolian robe." After that, he attacked the fat man again.

Catch, pull, pull, push, press, and Bater's body used all the techniques of Mongolian wrestling, but the fat man reduced his wisdom with one force and was always as safe as Mount Tai.

The two of them were struggling on the grass as if they were on the lantern. For half an hour, they didn't decide the winner. Bartel could not shake the fat man, and the fat man had no choice but to take advantage of his opponent. Although his reaction and strength were far superior to his opponent, his skills were too rough and he was always flexibly removed by Bartel.

The audience around also cheered and everyone understood that if the fat man had practiced for a few days, he would have knocked Batel down long ago.

However, even so, the fat man gradually gained the upper hand. In the fight with Bartel, the fat man learned while competing and gradually mastered some key points, so he became more and more skillful.

But at this moment, a small accident occurred: the fat man's cloth shirt had been torn off by Bartel, and finally turned into shirtless.

"Brother Bartel, I think we should stop competing. I'm afraid my pants won't be able to keep them in a while." The fat man suddenly took a few steps back and said happily. When he was talking, he was not even breathing.

"Hahaha-I lost this game." Battel laughed a few times, and then said to Burigod: "Go home and bring my new Mongolian robe for the New Year."

If you lose, you lose. The Mongolian man still has this courage. In fact, what Bater said is right. If he wants to fall for a while, he will be exhausted and he will be thrown down by the fat man sooner or later.

"It doesn't matter if you win or lose, just be happy." The fat man was even more open-minded and sat in front of the fire with his shirtlessness and continued to drink and eat meat.

The herdsmen like this generous personality. Everyone raises their glasses frequently and talks more and more. The fat man finally found the feeling of being in water on the prairie.

The melodious horse-headed fiddle echoed over the grassland for a long time with cheerful singing.

When he woke up the next morning, the fat man wore Bater's Mongolian robe. Bater was also quite strong and the Mongolian robe was very fat, so the fat man was wearing quite well. If he put on Mongolian boots and then put on a Mongolian felt hat, he could pretend to be a grassland herder.

However, if you have a discerning person, you will definitely be able to tell at a glance that he is a fake. After all, the fat man's temperament is completely different from that of the Mongolians. His hippie and smiling spirit will definitely not be found on the face of a Mongolian man.

With his big braid on his back, the fat man went out to run as usual, and Qiqi was still sleeping there. After all, the little guy couldn't stay up late.

The tent they lived in was usually owned by Mr. Bilige, while Wang Sanpao and the boss of Che were arranged in other yurts.

When he came outside the yurt, the fat man saw Burigude wandering outside the tent and was packed with ease. As soon as he saw the fat man, he stepped forward to greet him and asked again: "What about Qiqi? Didn't you agree to race a horse?"

The fat man scratched his head, and then he remembered the bet he had with Qiqi last night: "Hehe, Qiqi is still sleeping in."

"Then I'll wait for her outside." Burigoud was really stubborn and became a guard for Qiqi.

The fat man held the big braid's hand and started running. In the early morning, the air was really fresh, and the grassland was just a natural oxygen bar.

The mornings on the grassland are even more busy. Wurina is milking cattle and sheep, which is her essential homework in the morning. Bater has also rode a horse to grazle, and four or five Mongolian mastiffs who are specifically responsible for grazing are driving the herd forward.

The hard work of Mongolian herders is fully reflected in this couple.

Big Braid followed the fat man around, and then went to help Wurina. Each bucket was a bucket of milk, goat's milk, and horse milk. Among them, horse milk was the least, but it could be squeezed five or six times a day, so the foal ate milk more frequently than the calf and lamb.

These female and young animals did not follow the entire herd, and the lambs were too small.

After breakfast, Burigud solemnly asked Qiqi for a horse racing request. Qiqi happily took it seriously, pulled Qiqige and ran out of the yurt. Bilige's father smiled and followed him out.

It is best for fat people to join in the fun, of course they should not leave, and they also watch the battle with Big Braid. When they got outside, they saw that there were quite a few people. Perhaps the herdsmen all heard that Qiqi's riding skills were extraordinary and wanted to see them with their own eyes.

"Qiqi, you pick the horse first." Burigud said to Qiqi generously. Bilige's father nodded slightly, and it seemed that he was quite satisfied with his grandson's performance.

"Just use the jujube horse I rode yesterday." Qiqi said crisply. The herder from yesterday immediately brought the jujube horse to her. It turned out that they were prepared for it. They knew that Qiqi must ride this, and the saddles and other things had been prepared long ago.

Burigoud also pulled out his own green horse. He has been riding this horse for two years. It can be said that he grew up with him and has a deep relationship.

Both little kids were on the back of the horse. The difference was that Burigoud climbed up by himself, while Qiqi still enjoyed the treatment of a jujube-red horse leaning over.

Such a simple horse-mounting posture made the herdsmen lit up and were full of expectations for Qiqi.

With Sang Kun's order, the green horse immediately ran forward. After Qiqi was stunned for a moment, she activated the red horse and ran on a broken step, or it was more appropriate to take a walk.

When Burigude ran out of an arrow, Qiqi's red horse gradually accelerated. At this time, people finally saw what chasing wind and electricity were chasing Qiqi in unison.

After a long round around the base, Qiqi had already advanced alongside Burigude, and then, he always maintained this situation. It seems that the little guy wanted to treat this game as a friendly match.

"Hahaha--Qiqi is more like a real herder." Old Man Bilige waved his hand, and Burigud rode his horse toward this side, and his speed became slower and slower. And Qiqi's maroon horse was still snorting, probably it also knew that if he exerted a little force, he would definitely win.

"Qiqi, do you want to stay in the prairie?" Bilige's father suddenly asked loudly.

"I really like this place, but I also like the Daqingshan where I live now. How is this good?" Qiqi was also worried, frowned, and fell into a dilemma.
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