Aginai, who was wearing a sheepskin coat, found an iron pickaxe in the storage room next to the yurt, carried it and walked towards the river. He threw the sheepskin coat on the ground and began to dig through the river to find water for the sheep and horses.

The big black dog "Hari" who followed Akinai stared at his owner motionlessly, like a shy cheerleader, silently shouting "come on - come on -" in his heart.

When Ajnai was digging hard, a horse came from a distance. The rider on the horse was wearing a Mongolian robe and a felt hat. He turned over before reaching the river. His name was Hu Helu.

Huhulu means "Green Dragon". There is only a small hill between his family's pasture and Ajinai's pasture, but the biggest difference is the river. There is no river there, so if you want to drink water for sheep or people, you have to go there.

We had to climb over the hill to "borrow light" here in Ajinai. Huhulu and his wife Hao Chunhua also studied drilling a well. Perhaps due to site selection issues, they could not find a "water line" and drilled dozens of wells.

Meter deep eventually became a dry well. In summer, sometimes the rain was heavy and a small mountain spring would gush out. In winter, it was troublesome, and sometimes a big pot had to be used to melt the snow water. Therefore, in the past, Huhulu’s pastoral spot on Ajinai

I'm salivating...

"Hey Aginai, where's the shaved ice?"

Ajinai raised his head and said: Huhelu, you got up early enough.

Huhelu: You can’t do it if you don’t get up early. The sheep in the pen are so thirsty that they bleat loudly, which is louder than the rooster crowing in Gacha.

"Are you out of water again? Drive the sheep here."

Huhelu smiled sheepishly and said: That will cause trouble for you.

"It's no trouble or not, we are good buddies, there's no such thing as talking about it."

Ajinai's heartfelt words made Huheru's face heat up. He smiled, spit in the palm of his hand, then rubbed it, and grabbed the iron pick in Ajinai's hand.

"Give me a few turns!"

Ajnai was not polite and stepped aside to watch Huhulu swinging his pickaxe vigorously. He smiled and said in his heart: This guy is really good!

In fact, it was this good friend who almost "ruined" Aginai's "industry". However, Aginai didn't think about this. Over the years, he felt that he had understood what he said: Don't forget the past.

Unpleasant, living will make you very tired and tired, unable to do anything...

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The yard started to get lively. Sarentai visited Akinai and Toya's home. The few "surviving" chicks came out of the wooden cage and chased for food. A long time ago, someone sent more than ten chicks, but they were

The wild dogs had eaten a lot of them, and the whole family took special care of the remaining "fruits." There were cattle and sheep braying in the distance, and occasionally dogs barked. The big yellow dog "Xiri" tied in the yard loved to play with them.

He responded indifferently, but his eyes never left the door.

Before, "Xiri" was not tied up and could move around freely. Since the chicken was taken away by a wild dog outside, Toya was very annoyed that the big yellow dog could not be loyal to its duties, and even began to doubt it - "There is no house thief."

, cannot attract outside ghosts." After a period of observation, it was found that this was not the case, and it was unfairly accused. Toya's father, Maherdemutu, said: "Poisonous snakes dig into holes when they see them, and bad dogs are greedy when they see benefits." This is because

The dog "Xiri" is running around wildly outside every day, which gives the wild dog a chance to take advantage of it. No, it has to be tied up.

Erdemutu means "talented and learned" in Mongolian. What such a "talented" person says is not much different from the truth in this family. So Matoya's husband Bai Ajinai came from

When Mu Dian returned home, he listened to his father-in-law and found an iron chain to tie up the big yellow dog "Xiri", just to calm him down.

There was a palm-sized mirror on the wall near the door of the outhouse kitchen, which was fixed with transparent tape. Toya glanced at it casually and pulled up her black hair with her hands. Since her fingers were not very flexible, she pinched the hairpin twice.

Only then did she put her hair back. She reached for the milk bottle she had prepared and pushed open the door to the outer room.

The master is out!

"Xiri" was so excited that she started wagging her tail and jumping up and down. The playful chickens rushed over like arrows. The happiest thing was the little goat tied under the eaves, who said "Hey" to Toya.

"Bah". This little thing was born just over two months ago. It has pure white curly hair and two protruding little horns. It is cute but also pitiful. It was abandoned by the cruel mother sheep as soon as it was born. 2

His younger brother Masuhe gave this little lamb to his second sister Toya. She prepared milk to feed it every morning and evening, giving it special maternal love.

The Sarentai Gacha in Taogessumu on the Peacock Ping Grassland in the northern part of the motherland has woken up in the morning light. The sunshine then filled the small courtyard of Toya's family, and painted the walls and roofs with white winter snow.

A layer of gold. On a warm winter morning, this special family will start a new day of peaceful life.

Snow is the elf of winter. Winter without snow will lose interest and charm. The snowfall a few days ago added interest and charm to Peacock Ping Grassland. The land turned from black to white, and the fields and ridges were like

The white scale; the grassland turns from yellow to white, and the hillsides are like holy silver carpets. The rivers are frozen, the mountains are galloping, and the coldness and arrogance of winter are vividly demonstrated on this grassland.

Snow is the hada dedicated to the grassland by the Everlasting Sky, and it is the beautiful messenger before the arrival of the spring girl. Optimistic Mongolians can feel the breath of spring in winter. If you don’t believe it, please take a look - the rose flowers are blooming fragrantly, and the pomegranate trees are growing vigorously...

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Narentuya touched the radiator in the room and felt the heat, so she took Hairi off the kang. As soon as the little guy's feet touched the ground, he burst into laughter and ran out of the house.

Hairi was chasing chickens and playing with dogs in the yard, and Toya's eyes were firmly held by her daughter again - slowly, her eyes became moist. In her heart, she could not help but think of a name - "Asi"

root"……

It would be great if you didn't put the gasoline barrel in the house that day, so that there would be no danger; it would be great if you check and tighten the oil barrel cap that day, so that even if the barrel is filled with oil, there will be no danger.

It will spill; if, that day, it would be great to cut the watermelon first and then sweep the floor, so that the children can go out to play after eating the watermelon; what if...

However, how can there be what-ifs in life?

Matoya felt that all this seemed to be a dream. She thought again, how wonderful it would be if it was really a dream? When she woke up from the nightmare, it would be as usual. But all this made her, a weak herdsman,

Women have endured too many "unbearable burdens of life".

Toya longed to live a peaceful life, but fate gave her an unstable, unforgettable, and painful experience. The fire took away her precious son and swallowed up her "happiness."

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At this time, several children carrying schoolbags ran and made noise through the gate. Looking at the cheerful backs of the children, a strange thought came to Toya's mind: What if - just if - if it had been the case first

Save your son Asgen, will he go to school today like these children, carrying a small schoolbag...

Toya gave herself a soft mouth and secretly blamed herself: Matoya, Matoya, how could you have such an idea? I look down on you!

When Hairi saw her mother beating herself, she didn't understand what it meant. So she ran over and threw herself into her arms, gently touching her mother's scarred face with her little hands.

Toya kissed her beloved daughter, tears streaming down her eyes.

Hairi wiped away her mother's tears with her little hands and said softly: Mom, why are you crying?

Toya didn't answer, but hugged her daughter tighter.

Maternal love is selfless. Today, Toya has given all her love to her daughter Hairi, but in her heart she has never forgotten the son who once had all her love - Asgen.
Chapter completed!