My hand …
(hoo …)
My hand …
(hoo …)
My hand …
Character-Gambit tychus Bald [Hidden Mountain Society]
The setting sun sets in the ravine, which adorns the fertile grassland with a layer of gold. At the winding river, groups of people are enjoying the sweet water plants with peace of mind. The horses are feasting here. Judging from their fat and strong posture, it must be so sweet and delicious that there is water here, grass here and gas here.
This is the corner of the holy colt khanate
On the other side of the intersection, a towering castle built by several huge logs is so quietly located on the hillside not far away. When the last afterglow is mapped to the castle tower, this lonely and silent grassland city is particularly sacred.
Luoting cliff …
This is its name …
It’s quiet and peaceful outside the city, but this city is another spectacle.
More lively than crazy.
Because today, when the sun sets in the western hills and the bright moon rises slowly from the eastern horizon, the annual carnival of the holy horse khanate will come to a close.
Grass festival …
You know, for the nomadic countries and ethnic groups such as the Holy Horse Khanate, whether the aquatic plants were full or not in that year will greatly affect the demand for water and grass seeds for the cattle and sheep harvest in the next year. I believe that no one will know better than this group of people who deal with God every day.
And the festival of abundant grass is the most important festival in the holy colt khanate.
Every year, the Grass Harvest Festival will be held in the autumn when the water source grass species are the most fertile in a year. Whenever the festival comes, the nomads wandering in the prairie will pack their bags and take all the family’s achievements this year to the big towns in the depths of the grassland.
For these nomads who have worked hard for a whole year, it is better for them to take advantage of the busy grass festival to sell the sheepskin and cowhide that they have peeled before and then sell some of their own exclusive secret dried beef and sheep jerky, so that they can sell some gold and silver at home every day.
After all, for the people of Shengjuhan, the Grass Festival is equivalent to their Spring Festival.
At this time, a middle-aged uncle in Luoting Cliff, who looks a little furtive, is so crooked that he straddles the back of his thin mule, whose ass is still hung with two baskets full of fireworks.
"(Holy Horse Khan) Hey, old Bald, what good things are you going to sell to the villagers this year!"
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"(Holy Horse Khan) Yes, yes, old Balder, that trick you performed for the villagers last year was really wonderful. What surprises did you prepare for the villagers this year!"
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"(Holy Horse Khan) God, I didn’t expect old Balder to remember us. You don’t know that we all miss you so much!"
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"(Holy Horse Khan) Oh, my God, it’s old Bald. Oh, my God, I didn’t even squeeze into the crowd last year. I didn’t even see the old Bald trick. This year, if I want to squeeze into the front row!"
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