Following the fingers of the herdsman's "old sheepskin", I couldn't help but look up at the sky. The thick clouds piled up from the top of my head to the horizon. My last words were repeated in my heart, that "dragon" was in the sky.

After saying this, "Old Sheepskin" stopped saying anything. She kept her head aside and went to slaughter the sheep. I looked at the sky that had been out of the sky for a long time, and I was still skeptical about his words. At this time, the grassland began to get busy, and everyone was helping to prepare for the evening banquet. I couldn't ask any more and turned around and returned to the team of educated youth.

There are many taboos for slaughtering animals in pastoral areas. For example, after killing, you must not say "It's a pity" or "It's better not to kill them", because once you say such words, the souls of animals will stay and cause trouble. Moreover, the cattle or horses you ride, the livestock you have helped your owner, and the female animals that have produced more children and milk, etc., are not allowed to be killed, because the educated youth are all foreign, and the herdsmen are rarely willing to let these people help slaughter animals, and try not to let the educated youth get close to them when peeling and cooking.

So after the cattle and horses returned to the pen, we had nothing to do, so we could only wait for the meal to start. The night finally came, and the sky was like a dome, covering the fields. A fire ignited in front of the herdsmen's tent on the grassland. The herdsmen brought a large plate of food with Mongolian style and opened a whole sheep mat, which was matched like blood sausages, sheep belly, etc. We had never eaten it before. We smelled the sweet smell of dairy products in the night sky, and kept swallowing our saliva.

Fatty and I didn't eat at noon. When we saw so many delicious foods, we couldn't help but move our index fingers. The fatty man was about to reach out and wanted to grab a piece of meat to eat, but the "old sheepskin" knocked his hand back with a tobacco pot. It turned out that he had to invite cadres from afar to say a few words to everyone first.

When he spoke, he was nothing more than a repetition of old tunes that were popular at rallies. The cadre named Ni was in his thirties, with deep myopia glasses on his face and one-sided cadre style. In fact, he was not a leading cadre at all, but a civilian. He was sent by his superiors to write a report on the deeds of a model pastoral area. Unexpectedly, he was treated with such high courtesy on the grassland, and the herdsmen had never seen any leader. He was really flattered to call him "Chief" one by one, and he must change his words and call him "Lao Ni".

The Mongolians are the world's largest and the longest is the highest. Old Ni asked to sit in the most noble position to the west. An elderly herdsman held a cup of horns and sang a few toasts. Ding Sitian lived on the grassland for more than half a year and had learned a little Mongolian. He translated to me and said: Wine is the crystallization of grains. The wine presented by the Mongolians to the guests represents welcome and respect...

The fat man and I had no interest in what the toast song was. We stared at the grilled lamb legs, hoping that the old man would finish singing quickly. When Lao Ni said a few more nonsense to deal with the scene, we could start eating.

In accordance with local customs, Lao Ni dipped his ring finger in wine, and bounced it to the sky, earth, and fire, and then dipped some wine with his lips. Then he started speaking. He read a few of the highest instructions and praised the good situation in the pastoral area. Finally, he did not forget to mention the educated youth here, saying that the educated youth have received a lot of training in the grassland. While supporting agriculture, animal husbandry and animal husbandry to promote revolution and production, he must also strengthen political learning. He must hold daily life reviews regularly, report his thoughts in a timely manner, and criticize and self-criticize in a timely manner...

Old Ni said in a car wheel-like manner for twenty minutes, which might have been so hungry that he himself felt hungry. Then he waved his hand and asked everyone to start eating. The Mongolians drank wine like cold water, and they all used big bowls. Those with low alcohol content could be scared when they saw this situation. At this time, the herdsmen all had to toast the leader. Old Ni, who was unable to drink, resisted for a long time, was drunk and was unconscious and carried into the tent.

There were no large number of people among the educated youth, so they did not dare to drink with the herdsmen one by one. They simply grabbed some food, lit a bunch of smaller fires, and went to eat. The herdsmen knew that the young people from the mainland were shallow, and no one chased us to fight for wine. They were happy that there was no interference from outsiders. The shepherds liked to sing when they drank too much. When they were halfway through, the horse-headed qin sounded whimperingly. The sound of the piano was as desolate as a remarkable remark, and it was particularly desolate and vigorous, with a vigorous tone and dynamic sky.

One of our eleven educated youth sat around another pile of fires, experiencing the grassland life with the warm chest and the wind blowing the wind behind. I was so impressed by the horse-head figurine. I wanted to go there to see who played the horse-head figurine so well. Ding Sitian said: "You don't have to watch it, it must be the sound of the old Sheepskin Grandpa. Although he is an outsider in the northwest, not only Qin Opera, but also Xintianyou sings well. He has lived on the grassland for decades, and he also has a deep charm when playing the horse-head figurine. I think Tengger must have given the most beautiful tone of the Kelin Zuoqi grassland to the old Sheepskin Grandpa's horse-head figurine." After she said that, she stood up and danced a solo dance in the sound of the horse-head figurine.

Ding Sitian used to be a backbone of literature and art. She was good at dancing and singing. She always wanted to join the art troupe in the army. However, because her family had overseas relations, she could not get what she wanted. She could learn the Mongolian dance on the grassland as soon as she learned it, and she was even more Mongolian than the Mongolians. The Mongolian dance was graceful in shape and unfast pace. She mostly used body language to praise the vast and beautiful grassland, and showed the posture of eagles flying and horses galloping.

We were fascinated by Ding Sitian's dance, and we completely forgot where we were. Until the sound of the piano stopped and was still immersed in it, we didn't even think about applauding. As the saying goes, "Everything is worse than a cup in your hand, and you will see the moon in your life." The sky is high on the grassland, and in front of the burning fire, everyone sang and danced, drinking and talking. There may not be such opportunities in their lives. The educated youth settled in various banners and districts, and they usually rarely meet each other. They cherished this gathering one by one, performing one by one, either singing or dancing.
Chapter completed!