Recently, the whole grassland has been full of rumors and panic, and there are constantly people fleeing from the direction of Kulen in the south.
Although the funeral was over and the prayers dispersed, the helpers and the food processing factory behind the big wooden house were not abolished, but there were fewer personnel.
It was used to accommodate people who came from the south, apparently without food, clothing, and homelessness.
People can get free food and accommodation here, or walk or stay as they please.
The eldest and younger uncles, as well as the eldest uncle's son, would often come to the back to chat with these refugees, and I would go with them.
One is to appease them, and the other is to learn about the situation in the south.
In this way, time passed day by day, but no one from the migrating Abel side had come, and Eji was also waiting anxiously.
The snow is starting to melt, and this winter the snow is not very big, but it is very cold.
The earth is warm, green is germinating, and the prairie in July is already the season when the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep.
Eji's sister and sister, who live on a pasture fifty or sixty miles west of the eldest brother's house, should also go back, and invite us and my younger brother to stay with them for a few days.
Big Abel has prepared the vehicles, horses and belongings for us.
I rode a horse specially prepared for me by the eldest uncle, parallel to the little uncle, and the maid Eji and the sisters and sisters took a caravan, and a small convoy set off.
The weather was exceptionally good on this day, the sun shone on the winding river, the bright river was crystal clear, and the convoy was marching on the soft green grass, everything was so comfortable and comfortable.
This is a vast pasture with abundant water and grass, and the metaphor of "there are several big rivers, and small rivers race cattle hair" could not be more appropriate.
The pastures are abundant, the water is abundant, the mountains and trees are next to each other, the plains are accompanied by hills, the blue sky is inlaid with white clouds, and the green earth is scattered with cows, horses and sheep.
Eji's sister and sister both live on this ranch, and the two families are dozens of miles apart, both of which are engaged in animal husbandry, each with dozens of herdsmen, managing tens of thousands of livestock for them.
Life here is calm and affluent.
On this day, the son of the eldest sister of Eji's family asked me to go fishing by the river.
I call the son of the eldest sister Eji "Aha" (meaning: brother).
Before leaving, Aha asked Eji to sew a small sheepskin bag with the hair facing outward, then cut off the long hair, stuffed the pocket with weeds and soil, sewed the mouth well, tied a hemp rope at one end, and took out a piece of red-hot cow dung from the stove, and began to barbecue the small leather bag.
The stench of burning fur immediately filled the yurt, and was quickly removed by the open skylight, and in a short time the little leather bag was burned to a black mass.
I asked curiously, "What is this for?" ”
The eldest sister's son laughed: "This is called a leather mouse, for fishing."
A bundle of thick hemp rope was wrapped around the stick, and the "leather mouse" was tied to the thick hemp rope.
He took out a rusty, chopstick-thick iron hook, rubbed the rust stains on the ground, and sharpened the tip of the hook with a small grinding stone, and tied it to the front of the "leather mouse".
The river here is not too wide or too deep for a person to drown his knees when he stands in the river.
I'm standing on the shore.
Aha stood in the middle of the river and threw out the "leather mouse" in the direction of the water, and after the flowing water rushed for a while, Aha began to go to the ** line, and threw it in this way, and threw it repeatedly.
Suddenly, there were a few ripples on the surface of the water, and in an instant, the hemp rope in Ahha's hand suddenly tightened.
The water surface made a violent splash, and Aha leaned back, holding the wooden stick tightly with both hands, fighting against the strong pull, sometimes releasing the line, sometimes reeling the line.
Tight hemp ropes swept far and near on the river's surface, sliding out of the ripples of the road.
Aha persevered like this, and for about half an hour, the movement of the hemp rope gradually slowed down.
At this time, Aha walked towards the shore, and after going ashore, Aha began to slowly reel in the line.
As the line became shorter and shorter, a huge black shadow appeared under the surface of the water, and swam weakly from side to side, and for a moment, I saw Aha force to the shore, and a large fish nearly two meters long was dragged up.
Aha sat on the ground, panting heavily, but his face was filled with the joy of victory.
A bonfire has been set up on the bank of the river, and Aha himself took out the internal organs, cleaned them in the clear water, cut off the head of the fish and threw it into the river, took off a large piece of meat near the gills of the fish, cut it into two pieces, sprinkled some salty salt with it, and hung it on the bonfire rack and roasted it.
The aroma of the barbecue is getting stronger and stronger.
This is a "salmon" fish that grows in the cold waters of the north, and has an extremely fierce temperament and an extremely delicious taste.
Eating fresh and delicious grilled fish, drinking fine wine, smelling the coolness of the river and the aroma of pastures, most of the day has passed before you know it.
Today's harvest was quite rich, and I cut the remaining half of the fish into several large pieces, put them in a leather bag, put them on the back of a horse, and went home in high spirits.
Seeing his yurt from a distance, Ahha's expression suddenly became nervous, and he muttered to himself: "Why are there so many people?."Why are there so many people? ”
I looked out and saw a lot of horses tied to the wheels outside Sister Eji's big yurt, on the horse stakes.
We drove quickly and soon arrived home.
Before I got off the horse, I heard the cry of a cry from inside the yurt.
On the grass outside the yurt, there were also two Mongolians who were tied up with flowers.
The people in the house had all come from the Big Uncle's side, and they all told about what had happened.
This morning came a group of heavily armed cavalry, mostly Russians and partly Mongols, from the direction of Kulen in the south, disorganized like defeated soldiers from the battlefield, numbering in the hundreds.
They shoot people when they see them, rob them when they enter the house, and set them on fire when they leave.
They did not linger for a long time, but quickly ran away to the north.
By the time the herdsmen in the camp arrived with their guns, the bandits were gone.
People looked at the raging fire in front of them, dazed.
At this time, two soldiers and bandits who fell behind appeared in the smoke and dust, carrying the items they had snatched, and were about to run on horseback, when the herdsmen raised their guns and knocked down the two horses and captured the two alive.
When Little Uncle heard this, he was already so angry that he couldn't hold it back, and hurriedly ordered: "Bring those two people in."
Tied up and thrown outside, two Mongols were so frightened that they knelt on the ground and shouted for mercy.
According to their confessions, in early July, the Soviet-Mongolian coalition forces surrounded Kulen, and the troops of the famous Tsarist and Russian white bandit generals "Engean" were guarding Kulen.
That is, they routed the Beiyang defenders and occupied Kulen first.
From mid-March, after the Soviet-Mongolian coalition planned the operation to buy and sell the city, they gathered their forces and moved to Kulen.
Under the blow of the powerful Soviet-Mongolian coalition army, the Tsarist white bandits were defeated on all fronts, and under the coercion of Engen, the Kulen** formed by the Mongolian Living Buddha collapsed, and the Soviet-Mongolian coalition army occupied Kulen on July 8.
These two Mongols were the Mongol army that followed the white bandits of Tsarist Russia, and after they broke up, they fled in all directions, and their group happened to pass by here today, so they robbed by the way.
Little Abel immediately instructed his brother-in-law to gather all the horses in the ranch and follow him back to Big Uncle's camp to have a look.
In less than half an hour, the team of dozens of people was assembled.
Little Abel led the team, the two brothers-in-law, the herdsmen in the camp, and those who came from the eldest uncle, all armed and set off.
The two Mongolian white bandits were still tied to their horses and led by a special person.
When he arrived at Da Abo's camp in the middle of the night, when he saw that Da Abo's wooden house and the nearby yurt were in ruins, Xiao Abel couldn't hold back the anger in his heart and shouted: "Pull those two white bandits over."
Everyone unloaded the white bandit from their horses and threw it next to the ruins, and the little Abel took out a pistol from his arms and killed the white bandit with two shots.
Then he ordered everyone to light a torch and look for the body in the rubble.
The results of the search are beyond words, and the eldest uncle, his wife, children and other family members are all killed.
Little Abel immediately made a decision to let the herdsmen in the camp vacate a few yurts to place the corpses so as not to be invaded by wild beasts.
Summers here are short, and even in the hottest months of July and August, the nights are cool.
In May and June, the grass has just started to rise, and in September and October it will start to snow again.
This huge funeral ceremony was tedious and time-consuming, and under the auspices of Xiao Abel and with the help of the two brothers-in-law, it took more than half a year to gradually enter the closing stage.
During this period, Little Uncle's entourage frequently traveled between Little Uncle's camp and his sister's ranch, coordinating various issues and passing on news.
After entering 1922, great changes occurred in Kulen, the Soviet Russian Red Army and the "Soviet-Mongolian Combined Army" led by "Sukhbaatar" and "Choibalshan" fully controlled Kulen, and the Beiyang ** completely cut off contact, and personnel could not communicate with each other.
It is rumored that there is another reform to be carried out, which is to deprive the nobility and shepherds of their rights and property.
Little Uncle is worried, there are still some aftermaths to deal with here, and he can't rest assured at home, fortunately, nothing has happened at home, but he is already restless and anxious.
The aftermath of the funeral has come to an end.
On this day, everyone gathered in the eldest sister's yurt and chatted about the unpredictable future.
The meat is still the same meat, and the tea is still the same tea, but there is no fragrance of the past, only the wine, which can still arouse a trace of emotion and passion.
Little Abel put down the wine bowl, looked at the sisters, patted me sitting next to me, and said as if he had already calculated it in his heart: "Let their mother and son go back with me."
I saw that in an instant, Eji burst into tears.
Chapter (38).