On May 1st, a rain with little hail fell from the wasteland.

This is the first precipitation after the long dry season, announcing the arrival of the rainy season.

From this day on, the Herdsmen will gradually bring the livestock to higher places, which are cooler.

When the dry season comes, they will lead the livestock back to the low-lying wintering pasture.

Winters migrated with the camp.

The little lion often comes to talk to him.

"To talk about the difference, the difference between our Boya and the Jin people is even greater than that between the Venetta and the Paratu people. They worship the stone piles, and we respect the ancestors. The Lu wild tribe who goes west does not understand the language of us."

The little lion said in a mess: "Hey, only those outside the grassland call all the tribes Hed people. There is no pronunciation of 'Hed' in the words of the tribes."

Winters quietly cut the wood cone, and practice makes perfect. His control over the knife has become more and more accurate.

After camping, he would raise a pulley to hold his knees and do simple rehabilitation exercises with the help of Eerlun.

While trekking with the camp in a ox cart, he kept cutting wood cones.

There were many grasses and few trees on the wasteland. When the people in the camp learned that he had cut wood, they took the initiative to collect wood for him.

The thick, thin, branches and trunks are all sent to Eerlun.

When the little lion saw that he was cutting wood cones all day long, he brought him a set of iron tools.

Winters began to do some simple carpenter work, and although he lacked nails, he still made several folding stools.

The little lion seemed to only need one listener. He bit the sweet grass pole and said carelessly: "Do you know? Most people on the grassland have never seen the sea, and even my brother has never seen it. I don't even know how to describe it to them."

"Even if they imagined it as much as they could, the sea was just a large lake. For everyone, the mountains to the south and north, the snowfield to the west, the Paratus to the east, and this grassland are all the world."

"Sometimes I can't help but think that it's ridiculous and funny to fight each other for such a small place from birth to death."

"Sometimes I can't help but wonder, why do you and I kill each other? For food and clothing? But over the years, the grassland has been in good weather, and everyone can at least eat enough and wear warm clothes."

"For the sake of hatred? Paratu captured the tribes and sold them to the sea as slaves. The tribes also captured the people of Paratu to be 'Tutichar', wearing them with iron chains, which was even more vicious than the owner of the Red Song Manor."

"The tribes and the Palatus people hate each other, but they don't hate each other, because everyone is used to it. My brother has also been a personal guard for the big leader of Palatus. Don't you know? Just after that man destroyed my father's tribe."

"The tribes are also attacking and killing each other. We have fought with you for a war, and we have to be on guard against the tribes to fight us."

"Even outside the grassland, aren't you 'civilized people' killing each other? The war between you Veneta and the archipelago is even more tragic than the war between the tribes and Paratu."

"Or it's because of greed? I don't know. I don't know, and I don't want to live in a daze. Outside the grassland, there is an endless sea!"

The little lion spit out the grass residue and said lightly: "You are the only one in the vast grassland who will listen to me. If they say these words to others, they are afraid they don't think I'm crazy."

"Yes, do you know? I heard from the song of the singer that, on the west side of the west side, through the tundra and snow, on the west side of the mountains, there is another piece of land and sea! It was from where our ancestors migrated here. If we have the chance, I really want to go and see it, or let's go together."

Winters stopped his work, looked at the little lion and whispered: "You have grown up, and you have made too much progress than you have been in Akei Island."

"What do you mean?" Little Lion pretended to be angry: "Didn't you mean that I was a fool when I was in Hongsong Manor?"

"I want to see your brother."

"I want him to see you too." The little lion sighed: "He has been busy recently. During the war, the Lord Qinren robbed our old camp. He stripped more than fifty pieces of clothing, killed more than a dozen people, and stolen many livestock. My brother led his troops to fight against the Lord Qinren."

"Don't you follow me?"

"I'll guard the stove." The little lion remembered something again: "By the way, the great shaman wants to see you. To be precise, he wants to see Hestas. Don't worry, he is a very good person."

"You call me Hestas." Winters didn't look surprised at all: "It's because of that ceremony."

The little lion nodded and explained distressedly: "Yes, the Kurshitahi ceremony is a kind of...I find it difficult to explain, it is a very important ritual anyway. Hestas chose you as his successor - although I don't know why, I understand a little bit now."

"You are not only inheriting the name and title of Hestas, but also every generation of Hestas before them. Their spirits are inherited by you. They accompany you and protect you." The Little Lion continued: "So to us, you are Hestas, the bridge for our communication with our ancestors and all spirits--although you don't look very similar now."

"Why me?" Winters pursed his lips.

"I want to know too." Little Lion smiled bitterly: "If you really are Hestas, you should be able to ask the previous generation Hestas by yourself. Or wait for the Great Shaman to come and let him explain it to you."

As he said that, the little lion picked up two wooden cones from Winters' lap.

After comparing the same line, he couldn't help but breathe: "I originally thought that you were cutting wooden sticks for entertainment, but after all, they were short for barbecue. But now I can see that they are all exactly the same, not bad at all! Haha, you are also a unique skill."

Winters refused to comment and continued to peel the wood cone.

"Someone is coming to see you! Winters." Eerlun happily led a man in.

"Good luck, champion Paratu, have your injuries been better?" The visitor entered the tent and respectfully presented a small package of gifts: "My Lord sent me to visit you."

The visitor spoke fluently. There were only three people in this camp who could speak the common words: Winters, Eerlun and Lion Lion.

When did the fourth one come?

Winters had no expression on his face and did not accept the gift. He remembered who this person was.

The little lion raised his eyebrows: "Who are you?"

The visitor lowered his eyebrows and replied: "I am the general translation of the fire-grower."

The little lion snorted, took the gift, opened it and looked: "Pepper?"

"It's pepper." Lao Tongzhi's attitude became more and more respectful: "I'm afraid that this adult wouldn't be used to eating grassland food, so he brought some spices."

"What are you doing?"

"Please allow me to talk to this adult alone. The old servant is weak and weak. This adult can kill me with just a finger. Please rest assured."

Little Lion wanted to refuse directly, but he still asked Winters with his eyes.

Winters nodded slightly, and the little lion glanced at the old translator and walked out of the felt tent with Erlun.

Winters didn't speak, and the old translator didn't speak. The two sides looked at each other quietly for a while.

"How is your injury?" Lao Tongyi broke the silence and asked with a smile: "Is there anything we can do?"

Winters said nothing and told the other party with his eyes: "Speak just by saying something."

Lao Tongyi coughed lightly, suddenly changed color, and asked like a sudden attack: "Where is the golden man who sacrifices the sky?!"

Winters was unmoved: "Since you're apart, let the monkey's butt face fight by yourself."

"You are lying!" Old Tongyi's eyes were sharp, and he stared at Winters' eyes, face and fingertips, without letting go of a slight movement: "We didn't find any fragments of the Golden Man! There was no prisoner's hands, nor in the camp! No one knew where it was!"

"Very good, that's your business."

Old Tongyi suddenly grabbed Winters' wrist: "Where is the golden man who sacrifices heaven?!"

Winters smiled but not smiled, and his pulse was as stable as a drip.

The next moment, Lao Tongyi vaguely saw the fist shadow appearing in front of him.

Then came the crisp sound of bone breaking, and he was beaten to sit on the ground with tears, nosebleed and saliva flowing.

"Don't seek death." Winters' voice was cold and transparent: "Monkey's butt face wants to sacrifice to the golden man of heaven? If he wants to save money, he might be able to cast a small trumpet."

The old general interpreter was about to break out, and the little lion and Eerlun outside the tent had already heard the sound and broke in.

"What's going on?" The little lion held the knife's handle and stared at Lao Tongzhi with a bad expression.

Lao Tongyi held the bridge of his nose and pulled it straight. He got up from the ground, saluted the few people, and left with a gloomy face.

"What's going on?" Little Lion asked Winters with concern again.

Winters relaxed: "Collaborate."

"This old servant has some skills." The little lion scratched his hair and said, "It doesn't hurt. He has done his nose and left."

"You may not win when you face him." Winters recalled the touch of Lao Tongyi's palm: "The calluses on that guy's hand... are thicker than mine."

Winters' thoughts returned to the north bank of the confluent river: "It's a pity that I didn't see it at that time, and I didn't kill him with one sword on the battlefield. Now, even if I want to kill, I can't kill him."

Eerlun threw away the bag of peppers brought by Lao Tongyi in fear: "We don't want this anymore. What if he poisons it?"

"Don't worry." Winters leaned against the blanket and said slowly: "The most concerned about my life safety now is the monkey butt face. I think sheep killing today, let's make mutton soup? Just like on Akihiroshima, add a little bit of crushed pepper."

"Okay, I'll cook the sheep's head for you." Hearing the name of the monkey's butt face, Eerlun's willow leaves were smiling and walked out of the felt tent with pepper.

Mash the pepper and sieve.

Wash the sheep's belly, sheep intestines, sheep's heart, and sheep's lungs and cut them into shreds, blanch them first, then put them in the pot and boil them into white soup.

Sprinkle pepper with mutton soup and add a little sauce made from wild leek flowers from the grassland.

Take a big gulp, and the chilly spring cold will disappear without a trace.

Finally, Eerlun served the noodles secretly prepared.

This is the warmest meal Winters had on the Great Wilderness.

...

Winters ate well, but some people were very annoyed.

After Lao Tongyi left the camp, he rushed south without stopping.

In the valley sixty kilometers away, the fire-grower was waiting for him.

If the little lion saw this scene, he would be furious.

The meadow of Terdon is south of the river and closer to the Goldending Mountains to the south.
To be continued...