Chapter 445 Fat Target

"Hmph, Xiaozao can still run over Dazao!" The fat man's heart was so proud that he slapped the horse's butt twice hard. The red horse increased its speed again and rushed forward like a wind.

However, the sound of horse hooves behind him was getting closer and closer. The fat man wondered: What happened? Even if Qiqi was lighter and Xiaozao was swaying at the speed, it would be impossible to catch up with the sweaty horse?

Just as I was thinking about it, a white shadow flashed by my side. A white horse rushed up from behind and walked with the fat man. The horse was empty, and it turned out to be the pure white wild horse in the herd of heavenly horses.

The fat man's heart was then balanced. It was normal for Dazao to carry two people on his body. So he slowly let go of his speed and thought to himself: What's the fun of this white horse?

The white horse slowed down, and in the end the two horses stopped, then they rubbed their ears and hooked up. The fat man suddenly realized: It turned out that their relationship was similar to that of me and big braids.

"Haha, this is really good. I took a horse and added a lot of hair. I'll buy one and get one free." The fat man was happy and couldn't help but kissed the big braided cheek.

"Shame--" Qiqi rode Xiaozao from behind, scratched the fat man's nose, and then came to the white horse: "So beautiful!"

The white horse was covered with white brocade, with big and bright eyes, like a pool of autumn water. It seemed that this guy was a mare, and he was very passionate. Of course, it also reflected from another side that the charm of jujube was not as strong as ordinary.

The big braid suddenly said quietly: "Good horses have feelings. It is said that Emperor Xuanzong of Tang had a white horse, which was also from the Turks. It was named 'Zhao Yeming'. I think this is the type."

"Haha, no matter whether the white horse or red horse is, it will be fine when it comes." The fat man didn't dislike too much. He thought in his mind that he would bring these two horses back to Kaoshantun, and maybe he could raise a foal in the future, haha-

After everyone caught up, they returned to the station together. Chaganbala reported to the old man Bayin about the fact that he had formed an Anda with the fat man. The old man nodded slightly and praised: "Our Mongolian Anda has always been better than brothers. I hope your descendants can always be brothers."

The fat man got into the yurt and came out with a red tassel gun: "And, this is my most advantageous weapon. He has used him to fight wild boars and even bad people, so I give it to you now."

Chaganbala took it with both hands, and then she felt the weight of the red tassel spear, which was estimated to be twenty or thirty pounds, so she laughed: "This is the good brother who can live and die. Let's go, you must drink and celebrate today, and you will stop drunk!"

As he said, everyone ended up getting drunk on the grassland, even the big braids were no exception. For her, she had never indulged in this way.

Although Chaganbala repeatedly tried to keep him, the fat man and the others set off the next morning. The fat man agreed that he would definitely take this road when he came back and then give up. Otherwise, everyone would not let him go at all.

After running on the grassland for another day and a half, I finally arrived at Ewenki Banner. This place is already a mountain grassland. From a distance, you can even see the faint undulating mountains, and there is Daxinganling.

The pasture is not as flat as before, but has more grass hills, extending on the ground like green steamed buns, bringing rich food to the people and livestock on this land.

Ewenki is a very small population nation, with a total of only 20,000 to 30,000. Most of them live on this Ewenki grassland.

Before liberation, the Ewenki people were still extremely backward and did not even get rid of some customs of primitive society. However, after the founding of the country, their gathering places were specially established and their lives were settled.

The fat man and the others saw a large area of ​​yurts from afar, and thought they were still Mongolian herdsmen. The grassland eagle pointed and said, "This place is at the edge of Ewenki Banner. Going forward, you will reach the most concentrated place, which is like a small town. Every year, people in our tribe come here to exchange some production equipment. Many of us Mongolian girls are still married here."

"It seems that the life of the Ewenki on the grassland is very similar to that of the Mongolians. They are both nomadic tribes on the grassland, and their lifestyles are not much different." The fat man quickly figured out this truth, and then rode his horse toward the white yurts.

The arrival of their team of men naturally attracted the attention of the herdsmen. Soon, a group of people appeared in front to welcome guests from afar. It can be seen that, like Mongolian herdsmen, hospitality is also part of their national beauty.

The fat man took the lead and rode his jujube in front. The white horse followed him in a daze, never leaving him. There were still dozens of meters away from the crowd. The fat man flew off the horse and stood steadily on the ground. Although he was fat, he was very light.

The dress of the herdsmen on the opposite side is obviously different from that of the Mongolians. The Mongolians all wear knee-length Mongolian robes, while the Ewenk men have top clothes and skirts, which are bright in color, and they often use fur to decorate the collar and sleeves of the clothes. They have the style of grassland herdsmen, and have not lost their true colors in the primeval forests for generations.

Like Mongolian herders, their faces were full of tough faces. The national temperament cultivated by fighting against black bears and tigers in the mountains and forests has not completely disappeared and has been passed down from generation to generation.

"Haha, Mongolian brothers, welcome you to visit us." A thick-faced Ewenk man smiled generously at the fat man. The Ewenk tribe and Mongolian, Oroqen, Daur and other tribes also intermarried with each other, so they were all called brothers.

The fat man grabbed the back of his head: "Although I am not a Mongolian, I am a good brother."

The men on the opposite side were stunned. They just saw the fat man jumping off the horse's back, which was extremely clever. Only the Mongolian rider with the most superb riding skills dared to play like this. Moreover, the fat man was wearing a Mongolian robe, so they took it for granted that he was regarded as a Mongolian.

"Hahaha, right, the one who came was good brother!" The man seemed very generous. He came to the fat man in a few steps and actually reached out his big hand to shake hands with the fat man. Then he untied a delicate cigarette rod from his belt and handed it to the fat man.

There was a match next to him. When the fat man saw this posture, he didn't dare to neglect it, so he had to smoke it first. He had been there for some days when he came to the grassland. He heard that the Mongolian herdsmen also had the custom of respecting cigarettes, but he handed his favorite snuff bottle to the guests to smell it. The Ewenki brothers were more affordable and put on the cigarette pipes directly.

After a slap, the smoke smelled very strong. I tasted it and the Kanto cigarette produced by Yabuli. It could penetrate the internal organs with one slap. Fortunately, the fat man stayed in Koshantun for several years and was also edible, so he didn't choke and cough.

After a few slaps, the fat man handed the cigarette pole back, then took out a box of large front doors and distributed it to the men opposite. Since they were so enthusiastic, please smoke when they met, and it would be rude to come and not to be rude.

A young Ewenk man took the cigarette box and then each sent one. The fat man listened to their communication, and obviously used another language, not Mongolian. Anyway, the fat man couldn't understand. The remaining half of the cigarette was put directly into his arms. The fat man didn't know what other people's rules were, and it was not easy to ask for. However, he became more cautious: he couldn't take everything out for a while.

"My name is Eguna. Brother, are you Han people?" The man at the beginning introduced that the Ewenki people have their own language, but they do not have the writing of their own nation. Some of the surnames use the surname "Hara" before liberation, while others simply take the surnames of Han.

"My name is Huang Liang, of course I can also call me Fat." Fatty people like to interact with these generous and straightforward ethnic minorities the most, and they don't need to be scheming, simple, fulfilling, passionate, and happy at all, which is enough.

"Fatty, your two horses are really good!" Eguna looked at the fat man's dates and the white horse and praised him repeatedly. They also dealt with cattle and horses all day long, so they could naturally tell whether it was better or worse. Moreover, after talking for a long time, the horses behind them had not yet caught up, so we can see the majestic horses of these two horses.

The fat man saw that there were two Ewenk youths who were eager to try, and was really worried that they would not get off if they rode on the horse, so he hurriedly said, "This is my Mongolian Anda for me, and it is a gift we exchanged when we made Anda."

"Haha, if you can form an Anda with the Mongolian brothers, you will be even better brothers - but the Mongolians on the Hulunbuir Prairie don't seem to have such a breed of horses?" Eguna looked at the two tall horses and asked the bottom of the question.

"I heard that it is their newly introduced variety - let me introduce it to you-" They happened to have big braids and they all arrived, and the fat man quickly changed his mind.

When I introduced Wang Sanpao, I heard that he was a hunter. The Ewenk people were very intimate. One of them took out a hunting rifle and handed it to Wang Sanpao.

Among the customs of Ewenk, the most important thing is to respect the elderly. In addition, what they respect most is good hunters, which has something to do with their life of hunting before.

Wang Sanpao pinched the gun and said in his heart: He had to show his skills no matter what he said, but he couldn't beat a living thing. He glanced at everyone and saw Qiqi holding a peach and eating it with the little eagle. So he asked for a peach, stuffed it into the fat man's hand, and whispered a few words in his ear.

The fat man immediately showed a bitter face: "Uncle San, you still ask me to do such a dangerous job, I have a very hard life--"

While muttering, he walked out dozens of meters. It was not until Wang Sanpao called to stop that he turned around and pushed Taozi to his head: "Uncle San, this is a matter of being a master of skills. Don't tremble!"

Although the fat man was confident in Wang Sanpao's shooting skills, he was not afraid of ten thousand, but he was afraid of what if he was lowered, wouldn't his head be blooming?

However, the fat man could not do anything to cheat at this time, especially in front of his compatriots Ewenk, who is known for his bravery, he could not let down any of them and could only grit his teeth and stand firm.

Even the Ewenks were all moved. They had never seen anyone playing like this before. Not only did they have extremely high requirements for the gunman, but they were not simple even if they were peaches. They didn’t have the courage to tremble their legs and the gun went wherever they could not say?

The fat man stood on the ground with a squatted horse and thought to himself: It really doesn't work. After the bullet is out of the box, I will try to take it away - but this seems a bit bad, and I feel over and over and over again.

Wang Sanpao on the opposite side shouted loudly: "Fatty, don't move now. When I count to three, I will shoot. It will take a few seconds. Hold on—"

"Come on." The fat man was fully focused and hit his mind. Fortunately, his legs were steady and did not tremble.

"Note, 1--" As soon as the word "One" was released, Wang Sanpao's gun rang. Before the fat man could figure out what was going on, he felt a thump on his head, and then the peach's juice splashed, and the bullet hit the peach's pit. The peach was crushed to pieces under the huge impact force.

The fat man touched his head: "Uncle San, this thing is not a joke--"
Chapter completed!