dkrc Chapter 141 Encircling the Yellow Sheep
Chapter 141 Encircling the Yellow Sheep
While skilled horsemen went to search for sheep in their enclosures, Chen Tuo's team, responsible for blocking and intercepting the sticks, was also busy.
At Chen Tuo's request, Bai Long is teaching him how to ride a horse.
On the grasslands, draft horses also have another name: meat horses or vegetable horses.
From Hulunbuir all the way to southern Xinjiang, there are horses raised specifically for meat consumption.
The grassland horses are mainly a breed of horse that is a cross between Mongolian horses and military draft horses.
This type of semi-draft horse is both hardy and can be used as a draft horse.
The draft horses that Su Dao acquired were the best-looking and most docile horses from the herd of draft horses.
With a life-or-death line as the screening line, the white horse with blue flowers under Chen Tuo's gait was indeed extremely docile.
Because it has mixed Mongolian horse blood, this big blue horse is still a good trot.
"Mergen, when you're riding a horse, the saddle will push against you. You need to find the right rhythm to control the horse's push, so that neither the rider nor the horse will get tired."
Contrary to Chen Tuo's imagination, riding a horse is not about sitting on the saddle, but about using the saddle for leverage and crouching on the horse's back.
This should be the origin of the horse stance.
Of course, it's not impossible to actually sit on the saddle in a photo, but riding in that position will tire the horse and won't be very comfortable for the rider.
Crouching on a horse is to reduce the reaction force of the horse's running and walking, and at the same time reduce the contact area.
The actual footage shows people sitting down on long horseback rides; the ones who suffer the most are the riders.
The inner thighs will be chafed, and the buttocks will suffer the same fate.
With Bai Long's guidance, Chen Tuo found the correct riding posture and began practicing on the snowfield.
At this point, the docility of the horse is also crucial; if it is a wild horse, it will be difficult for the rider to find the correct riding posture.
If it's a galloping horse, it's equally difficult for a first-time rider to find the correct riding posture.
If the horse is docile and can gradually increase speed according to the rider's tolerance, it is easy to find the correct riding posture.
If you have an equally docile horse by your side and a skilled rider to guide you, learning to ride a horse is both simple and comfortable.
"Hakuryu, you're a great teacher!"
Hearing Chen Tuo's praise, Bai Long blushed for once and said timidly:
"Mergen, their horses are the best!"
After praising the horse, Bai Long also talked about the problem that had been troubling her recently.
"Mergen, the older educated youth said it's immoral for a man to have multiple women. Are we wrong to do this?"
The reason Bai Long didn't go down the mountain to find Chen Tuo some time ago was because he remembered what the female educated youth from the road and bridge construction section had said.
In her mind, hunters in the mountains could have multiple women as long as they were capable of supporting them.
She said the same thing when they were in the Hetao region.
But Su Mo's arrival also brought trouble to Bai Long.
Like her, Su Mo also frequently went down the mountain and got to know the female educated youth in the road and bridge construction section.
A rivalry arose between the two, and Su Mo used the words of the female educated youth from the foot of the mountain to deal with Bai Long.
As a result, Su Mo was completely unaffected, while Bai Long, who thought more deeply, suffered greatly.
"I can be Mergen, or I can be Chen Tuo; I want both identities. I can also be Bilige, Nariga, or Batel on the grasslands!"
Faced with a dilemma—one on the mountain and one below—Chen Tuo chose to adopt different identities, one on the mountain and one below.
As a young writer who values his reputation, he doesn't want to be criticized.
But in order for his work to be truly realized in the Xingan Mountains, he had to choose between Bai Long and Su Mo.
Only by becoming a hunter could he truly participate, rather than remaining an outsider and acting as a mere advisor.
"Ah! I understand now. You are Mergen from the North Mountain, and when you arrive at the Sumo tribe, you can also be Morigen. That's wonderful!"
"Can't I be Mergen of the Evenki, or Morigen of the Oroqen?"
"Of course! You are my Mergen!"
With Chen Tuo's few words dispelling his inner turmoil, Bai Long looked at Su Mo on horseback with a hint of provocation.
"He's our Mergen, I don't want him to be our hunter's settlement's Morgen! It'll be fun with him!"
Despite failing to fool the white dragon, Su Mo on horseback was not discouraged. She told her Abusu Dao a lot.
From initially being unwilling to accept it, to now following Chen Tuo because it's fun, Su Mo's choice is much easier than Bai Long's.
This is because the living conditions in the hunter settlement where Sumo and the others lived were much harsher than those in the Dobukuer settlement.
Every year, hunters are injured or killed during hunting.
Compared to the Dobukuer settlement, the hunter settlements where Sumo and Sudao each lived were the true semi-primitive fishing and hunting lifestyle.
How could the white dragon, who had settled on the northern mountain, know the dangers and terrors of sleeping in the primeval forest at night?
How could she possibly know the hardship and helplessness of not being able to eat for several days?
Although the hunters in the mountains are free, once you've actually lived there for a while, you'll know just how exciting that kind of life is...
Just as Bai Long was about to retort, gunshots rang out in the distance.
Following the gunshots came a huge cloud of snow.
It was still different from the hunting expedition Chen Tuo had imagined.
The hunt on the snowy plains swept past him like a gust of white wind, accompanied by the sound of gunfire.
The gazelles hunted by the herders were not in a whole herd, but were divided into five or six groups.
He rode out of the ranch in the morning and rode back to the ranch in the evening. Along the way, he saw snow fog and more than twenty shots fired into the sky, which was the hunting scene that Chen Tuo sensed.
One gain was that I learned to ride a horse and also allowed my big blue horse to get used to the sound of gunfire.
"That's utter bullshit! This beating was so sloppy and uneventful, they just stood there freezing in the snow all day, and that's it?"
Back at the winter ranch, Wu Laowai, who had the same experience as Chen Tuo, also complained about the hunt.
They stood there like idiots in the snow, while the herders had a great time.
The Mongolian horses that went out with them were all covered with a thick layer of snow.
Imagining the scene of thousands of horses galloping across the snowy plains, Wu Laowai also regretted his poor riding skills.
Hunts of this scale are a rare occurrence for mountain runners, happening only a handful of times in their lifetime. The catch is secondary; the greatest regret is not being able to participate personally.
"Old Wai, we rounded up over 1,200 gazelles this time. If we divide them equally, that's eleven or twelve per person! What are you complaining about?"
Hearing about Su Dao's gains, Wu Laowai's face became even more unpleasant.
The enclosure, which suddenly contained over a thousand gazelles, was so large that some people had never even heard of it, let alone participated in it.
But he, a veteran mountain runner with thirty years of experience, only made a fool of himself. Now, Old Wu is filled with regret.
"You know nothing! Is this about getting more or less? Get lost..."
Knowing that Wu Laowai's dissatisfaction stemmed from his lack of participation, Chen Tuo didn't try to persuade him, but instead asked:
"Uncle Su Dao, such a large herd of gazelles, are there wolves chasing them? Or have they set fire to the grassland again?"
It is said that the greater the reward, the higher the risk, and Chen Tuo did not let his guard down at this time.
Having witnessed the cunning of wolves in Songling, he had no desire to be hunted by them on the grasslands.
Moreover, Su Dao didn't bring much ammunition with him this time; each gun only had a little over a hundred bullets.
This number of bullets is far from enough to give Chen Tuo the courage to fight the wolves...