When Swallow saw me awake, a smile bloomed on her face. She said, "You have woken up. I have been here all day and I really want to walk in hell. Now I have nothing to worry about."

I asked, "Where is this?"

Swallow said, "This is the Eji family." We lived on the grassland for a while and knew that Eji means mothers in Mongolian. In Mongolian, respected old mothers are called Eji.

Eji is an old man with gray hair with rough and red skin. When she saw me awake, she smiled with toothless mouth. He brought a bowl of butter and handed it to me. I couldn't understand what she said, but I knew the meaning of her movements and knew that butter was the most precious thing on the grassland.

Butter is the food for grassland people to entertain the most noble guests. The fresh milk that has just been squeezed out is poured into the milk tank and allowed to ferment naturally to make yogurt. After the yogurt is placed for a period of time, skim the oil layer floating on top, put it in a pot and stir it slowly, and it will eventually turn into two layers, with yellow on top and white on the bottom. The yellow one is butter, and the white one is sour oil. It is said that 50 kilograms of yogurt can’t make two kilograms of butter. Butter is extremely precious and I can’t bear to eat it myself, so I only entertain guests.

Swallow said that yesterday morning, just as the people were about to rush into the sheep house, the sheep herder came with two Mongolian sheepdogs. The sheepdog bit two of them, and the remaining two ran away on horseback. The ones ran were metal sounds and big men.

At Eji's house, I spent a peaceful and happy time with Yanzi.

Eji is an extremely kind person. She is busy every day, like a high-speed spinning top, milking, cooking, and doing housework, and there is no time for even a moment of free time. Yan Zi wanted to help her, but she said Yan Zi didn't understand and couldn't do it, so she asked Yan Zi to take good care of me. She said, "You are guests sent by Changshengtian. Changshengtian wants me to take good care of you."

I crawled on the bed and watched Eji's wide blue skirt float in and out of the yurt, which was very touched.

The knife wound on my back gradually healed. There was a Emuqi dozens of miles away from Eji's house. Every few days, Emuqi would come to visit me on a horse and send Tian Qi, blood exhausted and borneol. Eji put these Chinese herbs in a pot, boiled them over the fire, and boiled them into a bowl of black soup for me to drink. It was strange that after drinking this bowl of soup, my knife wound recovered very quickly. Later I learned that these three herbs are the magic medicines for the people to heal trauma. Emuqi is a doctor in Mongolian language.

I was able to get out of bed and walk gradually.

Eji led two horses, one white horse and one red horse. The horse sniffed and sniffed, and the flesh on its butt was trembling slightly, making people fall in love with it at a glance. Eji said: "How can people on the grassland not ride horses?"

Eji introduced our method of riding a horse. She said that when we get on the horse, we should step on the stirrup with one foot, grab the saddle with both hands, and use one kick to the horse's back. When we get on the back, we should firmly grasp the reins, because only the reins can control the direction of the horse; on the back, the body should naturally rise and fall with the bumps of the horse.

After just a few days of practice, we learned to ride horses.

We rode on horseback on the grassland, and the wind blew away our hair. The hills and trees in the distance seemed out of reach, and we arrived in the blink of an eye. The sky was high and blue, as blue as the vast sea, and a group of geese flew through the horizon, like a sailboat facing the wind and waves.

We ran to the foot of the mountain and lay on the grass. The horses were eating grass quietly beside us, and the flowers were blooming quietly on the mountain. The world seemed to be quiet, and time seemed to be frozen. We were far away from war, disaster, struggle, loneliness and sorrow. In this world, there were only us, and the wind wandering in the sky.

Yanzi said, "I'm sorry, at the beginning I didn't like you. Even if we were engaged, I still didn't like you. The reason I wanted to get engaged to you was because I didn't want to make my adoptive father sad. It was his adoptive father who raised me and said you were the one who could entrust your life."

I said, "I know you have always looked down on me. I am naturally stupid. I envy those kind-hearted and eloquent people, but I can't do it. I am naturally dull."

Yanzi said: "Although you have a slow mind and a bad appearance, you are indeed a good person. What is a woman's lifelong goal? Isn't it just a good person to meet a good person?"

I felt warm in my heart, and I finally heard the swallow praise me.

Swallow continued: "That day in the sheep pen, you moved me very much. You would rather be hurt by yourself, you would rather die by yourself than let those people rush into the sheep pen, and you would not let me be hurt..."

As the swallow spoke, suddenly the voice choked and tears flowed down.

I wiped his tears and said, "I promised Master that I should use my life to protect you. I can't regret it."

Yanzi said: "If the master hadn't asked you and you didn't promise your master, would you not protect me and you wouldn't love me anymore."

Yanzi said: "No. No matter whether the master asks or not, I will protect you with my life and will love you forever."

Swallow burst into tears and laughed, and she said, "You are really stupid, you really can't speak."

The weather was always very clear on those days.

Sometimes, we take horses and ride horses to the depths of the grassland far away, untied the saddle, pillowed under our heads, and let the horse wander around. Among all the animals domesticated by humans, horses and dogs are the most loyal animals. We lay on the grass and told all kinds of stories we heard, and told the people who lived in the villages in childhood, the young wives married on donkeys, the teams crying and crying for funerals, the old people who sow wheat in the foyer, the people who carried loads of water by the river, and pulled a cart to transport wheat bundles to the threshing farm... That kind of beautiful life makes us deeply nostalgic.

I also talked about my experiences over the years, and all kinds of strange stories I encountered in circus, Jiangxiang School, and in old business. Swallow sighed and said, "We will be together in the future and will never be separated. I will never let you suffer again."

Swallow said something that made me cry.

Those days were so beautiful. I often wonder how great it would be if those days could continue.

Unfortunately, life always has more pain and less joy.

One day, we came back on horseback and saw thick smoke rolling in the direction of Eji family from afar. We ran over and saw that the yurt of Eji family was on fire.

We jumped off the horse and shouted "Eji, Eji." There was no reply in the yurt. The swallow was about to get in, so I grabbed her. The flames were so fierce that people could not get close to her. There was a milk tank outside the tent, which was used by Eji to ferment fresh milk and to make yogurt. The milk tank was more than half a person tall, filled with milky white raw milk, and the milk tank was covered with straw mats made of weeds. I lifted the straw mat, jumped into the milk tank, and my whole body was covered with sticky raw milk, and then I got into the yurt.

There was chaos in the yurt, and everything that could burn was burning, tents, clothes, cotton felt, quilts... I didn't see Eji, but my whole body was so spicy that it was roasted by the fire, and my hair and eyebrows were roasted. I touched it with my hand and stuck, and I quickly got out of the yurt.

The flames were like the teeth of beasts, and soon bit the yurt into ruins. The wooden pillars supporting the yurt collapsed, and the black ashes were flying all over the sky like the wings of the god of death.

The yurt was gone, we looked for Eji. We rode on horseback on the grassland, far and far away, calling Eji all the way, but there was no reply. Where did Eji go? Did she know that the house was on fire?

The sun is about to set, and we walked towards the location of Eji's house in a deep sorrow. The swallows are walking in front, and I am walking behind.

Suddenly, the swallow let out a scream and then fell softly to the ground. I ran over in panic and saw a man upside down in the grass just a few meters away in front of her. His blue skirt and white hair were exactly Eji.

I ran over and helped Eji up. I saw several wounds on her stomach. The blood at the wound had condensed and turned black. Her body was cold. A few meters away from her, there was a clay pot. The clay pot was broken, and the water in the clay pot soaked the grass roots on the ground. Eji was killed on the way back from fetching water.

Who killed Eji and then ignited the yurt?

There are several rows of falling weeds beside Eji, which are obviously passed by people. It is not only one person who killed Eji, but a few people, but why do they attack the old and kind Eji?
Chapter completed!