Chapter 526: Continuing the Family

The equestrian performance ended in a short while, but three old and white-haired Mongolian men walked in, each holding an instrument about one meter long and trapezoidal, with only two chords coming up. After bowing to Zhang Haotian, he picked up a bow-shaped object and sounded the melodious music.

Zhang Haotian knew that this was the famous horse-head fiddle of the Mongolian people and it was also the most representative tool of Mongolian music.

The three old men were very cheerful in the string rhythm, and they were like countless cattle and sheep running in the grassland under the vast sky and white clouds, eating the grass above, while the grazing people were satisfied and singing cheerful pastoral songs.

Listening to the music, the Tatarot people did not applaud as before. Except for some children who were making fun of each other, all the adults were listening quietly, and their faces gradually showed yearning and sadness. Even Uenqi closed his eyes slightly, as if he was in deep thought.

Zhang Haotian looked at everyone's expressions and of course understood that such a piano sound would bring spiritual impact to the tribe's people, especially some elderly people, who would evoke beautiful memories of the past. Compared with the present, he felt very painful and helpless, and sighed in his heart. However, he had already made a great vow that one day, the people of the Tatarot tribe would live happily, and his life would also strive for it.

At this time, amid the sound of the piano, a group of girls wearing bright clothes and bowls on their heads walked into the venue. Accompanied by music, a girl led the dance in front, lined up in two rows, her arms continued to stretch and flex, and her body either moved forward or backward, and began to perform dances. Such dances are dignified and quiet, soft and hard, and are undoubtedly much more beautiful than the performances of those men just now.

Zhang Haotian's eyes soon gathered on the Mongolian girl leading the dance. She was wearing a water-green silk-faced Mongolian robe, apricot-yellow belt, black hair, and dozens of small braids. Each braid was made with a red rope with a beautiful knot. Her eyebrows were curved like willow branches, her eyes were as bright as a crescent moon, and her cherry lips were as rosy as a diamond. Among the dozen Mongolian girls, she was not only the most beautiful, but also danced the best, with a soft and light figure. Although she was dancing the heroic and cheerful Mongolian dance, she was quite charming.

This girl was actually Someigaowa. She obviously had put on makeup at this time, which was a bit more gorgeous than usual. It is no exaggeration to say that she was the number one beauty in the Tatarot tribe. What Zhang Haotian saw in Ulaanbaatar was really not better than her.

Seeing Zhang Haotian's eyes looking at Someigowa, Wu Enqi sitting next to him approached him and leaned into his ear and said, "Prince, Someigowa is not bad, actually her family's origin is not low. The highest official in her ancestors once served as Daluhachi, the third-rank of the Great Yuan Zheng, I think you can take her away. If you think she is not very high, you should be a maid for the bedtime service first, but the most important thing is to leave the blood of the royal family for the Tatarot tribe as soon as possible. You must know that your father originally had two brothers, but one died, and the other died in the battle in the breakout of Badatota City. Now you are the only royal family lineage in the Tatarot tribe, but there must be no accidents."

Zhang Haotian's mind suddenly appeared in his mind. After counting the time, she had already given birth, and said, "No, I have a child, who is already born."

Upon hearing this, Wu Enqi was delighted and hurriedly said, "Is it a man or a woman?"

Zhang Haotian naturally didn't know about this, so he shook his head and said, "When I arrived in Mongolia, the child was not born yet, and it is not possible to know whether it was a man or a woman."

Wu Enqi shook his head and said, "Of course it's good to be the little prince, but if it's the little princess, the Tatarot King will not be inherited. Prince, all the people and property of the Tatarot tribe are yours, but according to the rules, as a great shaman, I have the responsibility to assist and supervise you. The Tatarot tribe has reached its current situation. The more descendants the better, not to mention the Tatarot King, who is the leader of the tribe, I have discussed with Irede and Xu Rigan just now. If you don't accept Somegova tonight, we will not let you take the risk of robbing the bride. Prince, I know you are a person with a high vision. Somegova's appearance is considered to be the best, but it's not very plump, not like Yizi. According to my opinion, I originally wanted to find more strong women to serve you, so that the chance of giving birth to the little prince would be much greater."

Listening to Wu Enqi's words silently, Zhang Haotian did not blame him for treating himself as a stallion. The decline of the Tatarot tribe was truly placed in front of him, and he really could not guarantee that the God of Destiny would always favor him and let him live in a desperate situation. If Shangguan Yumei gave birth to a daughter, then according to traditional ideas, the descendants of the Tatarot tribe will be really cut off. In Chinese culture, there is the concept of "there are three unfilial piety, and no descendants are the greatest". For the Mongolian royal family, this concept is of course stronger. Moreover, as the king of the Tatarot tribe, this is also his responsibility, his responsibility to his ancestors and his people, whether he likes them or not, he must fulfill this responsibility.

Seeing Zhang Haotian silent, Wu Enqi knew that he agreed, so he turned to Saihan who was sitting beside him and said, "When your sister finishes dancing, then dress her up and send her back to the prince's tent to serve the prince well. This is the supreme glory of your family."

With Zhang Haotian's identity, Saihan had been secretly moved, just sighing his destiny and promised the elderly Wu Enqi. Although he enjoyed some tribes' privileges, he was sad deep down. Now this handsome and charming prince who made people see his heart beat promised to accept his sister Someigowa. After she became pregnant, she could be named a concubine. That was a great thing and could make up for the regret in her heart. He quickly agreed with a smile, stood up, walked to the side of the field, waved to Someigowa, who was dancing, and signaled that she would come to her side immediately after she finished dancing.

Sure enough, after a while, Somegova's dance ended and she walked to her sister, and Saihan pulled her through the crowd, so naturally he went to find a place to talk.

About half an hour later, the dinner performance ended, and the whole sheep on the fires everywhere were also cooked, and the elderly in the tribe were divided with knives. Of course, there were few sheep and many people, and each person could not share much. Many women did not want to eat it, but gave the mutton to the children, and the children jumped happily. The joyful atmosphere was obviously something they had never felt before.

The best sausage sheep was dedicated to Zhang Haotian, but he didn't eat it. When he saw a group of children not far away, he asked Haninohai to take it over to them, and he drank the milk wine with the nobles such as Uenqi. However, he had always cared about the ordinary tribe. Seeing that they were scattered at this time, they gathered around dozens of small fires, singing, dancing, and entertaining themselves. He was moved by the atmosphere, drank a while with Uenqi and others, and then stood up and went to the crowd.

Entering a crowd of about two or three hundred people, cheering constantly. When everyone saw him coming, they were about to bow, but Zhang Haotian waved his hand and signaled them to play with his own things. There was no need to salute. Looking around, he saw two whole sheep roasted above the fire, and beside him, there were two young men wearing cowhide short clothes with iron nails and big waists, hugging and falling,

Mongolian wrestling is famous all over the world. Zhang Haotian also wanted to see it, so he looked at it intently. He saw that the two of them fought and fought in sumo, circling and fighting with legs and knees, and there was no winner for a while. The movements were generally kicking, tripping, wrapping, picking, and hooking, which was very different from China's fist and foot skills, but the lower plate was very stable.

Zhang Haotian was secretly thinking that Wu Enqi and the three big picture also came over. Seeing him taking it seriously, Wu Enqi thought about his skills today and wanted to convince him in the tribe, so he said, "Prince, these two people, one is Temur and the other is Chaganbara. They are the two most powerful wrestlers in our Tatarot tribe. Are you interested in fighting with them?"

Zhang Haotian drank some wine and was in high spirits. He nodded and said, "Okay, let them practice with me together."

Uenqi had seen his skills, and of course he knew that he was not a big shot. He agreed and asked Idler to enter the field, stopped the two of them, and told them that the prince wanted to practice.

When everyone heard that the prince was going to fight with the two most powerful wrestlers in the tribe, everyone was excited. Someone shouted loudly. The Tatarot people who were originally surrounded by other fires also came here one after another, and the inner and outer three layers were surrounded.

Zhang Haotian walked to Natmur and Chaganbala at this moment. Seeing that they were in awe of him and knew that they did not dare to let go, it would be meaningless. He said to Idler who was still standing next to him: "Idler, tell them both to use all their skills to attack me. If they lose, they will be severely punished. If they win, I will be rewarded with heavy rewards."

Idler told them, and the two looked at each other and followed one of them and said something. Idler looked at Zhang Haotian and said, "Prince, they asked you, how do you count as weak and how do you count as losing?"

Zhang Haotian could already understand the simple Mongolian language and smiled slightly and said, "The winner is determined by the rules of falling. Anyone who lies on the ground and can't stand up will lose."

Idler immediately passed on Zhang Haotian's words, and saw the two wrestlers nodding, then stepped back to the sidelines.

At this moment, Zhang Haotian confronted two wrestlers. Although the Mongolians had a strong sense of hierarchy, they were also very sensible. Since the prince gave the order, he would not be polite anymore. In just a moment, Temuer and Chaganbara roared at the same time and rushed towards Zhang Haotian.

Zhang Haotian had just observed the two of them to fight, and knew in his heart that although their fist and foot skills were not good, they had practiced wrestling since childhood. If they were stuck on their bodies and locked their hands and feet, even masters of fist and foot skills would be helpless. Therefore, if they wanted to win this competition, they could not get close to each other.

At that moment, seeing the two of them pounced over, Zhang Haotian took a step back, maintained a distance, and kicked Temuer's lower abdomen. His leg was moving quickly. Although he did not use all his strength, ordinary people could not bear it. However, he did not expect that Temuer had a strong ability to resist attacks. After being kicked, his body only slowed down and did not fall backwards.

However, once Temuer slowed down, it would be easier for Zhang Haotian to deal with Chaganbala alone. Seeing that his right hand had reached his chest, he wanted to hold his collar and no longer retreat, but quickly stretched out his right palm, slanted around, and used the outer edge of his palm to be on Chaganbala's right wrist.

Chaganbala's arms, waist and legs were strong everywhere, but the wrist joints were weak. After being hit by him, he couldn't help but let out a squeal of pain, and his right arm had already shrank back.

With just this move, Zhang Haotian turned his defense to attack, punched and kicked his legs, and stretched his movements. Naturally, his movements were much more flexible and quicker than Temuer and Chaganbara. After a few moves, Temuer's shoulders and Temuer's thighs hit him one by one, but he did not take any ruthless moves. Although the two wrestlers were in pain, they were still able to persevere.

After a few more moves, Zhang Haotian understood the routines of the two. He knew in his heart that their lower plate was very solid and could be described as a solid mill. It was not easy to make them fall. The only way was to avoid the real and attack their weak parts. At that moment, his body was moving. With his fists and feet spread, he actually forced Temuer and Chaganbala to get in a hurry.
Chapter completed!