In the town of Doronnore, the bride, Qiqige, family and friends, are also ready to welcome the most important moment in life.

Just outside the town, in a white yurt, Qiqige was wearing a traditional national wedding robe, and his mother Sorogaowa was carefully wearing silver jewelry.

The wedding robes are mainly bright silver, from the hat on the top of the head to the robe on the body and boots on the feet, the silver light shines like a prairie princess waiting to be married.

"Girl, remember to cry when you get in the car later. Only by crying and marrying, can you not forget your parents' grace." Zorongo's baby was still muttering to remind him.

In the past, Mongolian tribes could not intermarry, so their daughters had to marry far away. In the vast grassland, the daughters who married far away would not be able to return in the future. It was auspicious to see each other again, so of course they would cry.

However, Qiqige was really a little unable to cry: "Mom, didn't you say you would live in Heixiazitun in the future? And grandpa was there too. I can see my relatives every day. What else can I be sad about? It's too late to be happy."

"That's going to cry!" Zorogaova looked at her beautiful daughter as beautiful as a flower. She wanted to work hard and had a straight face, but there was still a smile on her lips.

The bridesmaids next to them began to give ideas. Most of them were classmates from Qiqige when they were in college, and there was a Tang Yuanyuan among them. Her idea was the worst and she actually wanted to use chili water. What's wrong with you?

Outside the yurt, hundreds of relatives and friends were also waiting. The girls were wearing festive costumes and holding blue Hada in their hands. Most of the men were wearing brand new robes and chatting together.

Alslen and his brothers were also holding horses, waiting for the arrival of the little fat brother. This time, he played the role of his mother's brother, which was extraordinary.

There is also Tian Xiaopang's cheap father-in-law Wang Bicheng, who is also wearing a Zhongshan suit today and walking around in front of the yurt. His mood is very complicated, both happy and reluctant.

The place where the crowd gathered and went long was Dahuang. That's right, Dahuang also came here from Danzhu Temple and would give blessings to the newcomers in a while.

He sat quietly on the grass, the little white fox lies at his feet, facing the east, with the rising sun, as if covered in golden light.

"Here you come--" Dahuang slowly stood up, the smile on his face gave people a feeling of being so warm.

The convoy to pick up the bride came! The news spread quickly, and no one suspected the words of Danzhu Living Buddha, although they still haven't seen the shadow of the convoy.

Qiqige, who was in the yurt, also heard the news and was about to stand up with his robe. Then his mother pressed him down: "How could there be such a anxious bride, you, you--"

"Mom, I'm in a hurry to see the children." Two blushings appeared on Qiqige's face.

The girls next to them also laughed, and Tang Yuanyuan didn't care: "Auntie, Xiao Gezi's wedding is a hodgepodge of two ethnic groups. Don't care about so many. In short, just be happy - hehe, I'll go out to see it first. I haven't seen the doll for several days. I like to hold the doll the most!"

This sounds a bit awkward, but everyone knows the girl's temperament and is not surprised. The girls were also thinking about going out to watch the fun, so they just urged Qiqige to walk out of the tent together.

Everyone looked east together. In the bright morning light, the loud eagle cries first cut through the sky, and then the distant howling of wolf echoed on the grassland.

Everyone couldn't help but feel excited: You know, whether it is the golden eagle or the grassland wolf, it is an amazing existence in the eyes of the shepherd.

Soon, I saw the birds of prey flying in the air and the wolves running on the ground. Everyone was excited: The wedding team seemed very unusual—

If you can drive the golden eagle and the wolf, you will be the great hero in the minds of the Mongolian people. Now, the great hero will ride on a horse to welcome the most beautiful bride, which is completely in line with every young Mongolian man and woman, the most beautiful fantasy and yearning for the wedding.

"It's the little bully, Fat Brother--" Tang Yuanyuan waved and shouted, regardless of whether the other party could hear it.

In the traditional Mongolian wedding customs, riding a horse to welcome the bride is a must. The bride can ride a carriage, and the groom must ride a horse. If you can't ride a horse, would you be embarrassed to marry a girl on our grassland?

When the little overlord led two big red deer to the front, people realized that it was not a horse but a deer. Riding a deer is also a good sign, and a deer is also a symbol of auspiciousness.

Then, there were the convoy behind, several buses, and the vast off-road vehicles behind. Everyone was stunned: How many people are coming? Could it be that the whole village came to pick up the bride?

As for getting married, of course, the more grand the better. Only with many people can we be happy and lively.

Tian Xiaopang rode the little bully, full of energy; the two brothers behind him complained: The inside of his thighs is so rude. If I had known, I would have taken a car. Why would I be handsome when I had to ride a deer?

When he arrived at a place with an arrow from the yurt, Tian Xiaopang was about to turn over and get down when he saw an elder in a Mongolian robe in front wave at him: "Don't get off the horse, walk around the yurt first."

At this time, Zorogaova also quickly pulled her daughter into the yurt. This silly girl didn't know the rules at all.

Tian Xiaopang rode the little bully and slowly circled around the yurt. The people in the car also got off one after another. The adults cordially shook hands with Wang Bicheng and his relatives and friends one by one, or hugged them.

The little kids shouted Sister Hua Duo and rushed into the yurt. Everyone was stunned: What's going on with the leading little monkey? Is the monkey baby?

When Tian Xiaopang's disciples and patients got off the bus, people were even more stunned: Where did so many children come from?

Of course, the more children the better. In the eyes of the elderly, this is a symbol of more children and grandchildren. However, there are too many of them. Isn’t it a way to make all the students in any primary school be rounded up?

"I heard that Qiqige's husband has taken in many children." Someone who knows some inside information will explain to those who don't know the truth.

"Then you can't adopt hundreds of people. Can you open a children's welfare home?" Everyone was confused.

Arslen explained to them with a smile that he often went to Heixiazitun to know the roots and bottom lines.

"It turns out that they are all children with autism, but seeing them one by one, they are more pleasing than the little lambs, and they don't seem to be sick?"

"This is the magic of Heixiazitun. These children are almost cured." Alslen also felt very proud because the fat man was his best brother.

Only then did people understand and nodded repeatedly. Especially the relatives on Qiqige also praised Tian Xiaopang's character.

Among them, there are some colleagues of Wang Bicheng, who are more aware of the inside story: It’s not just that, the fat man from Heixiazituan is said to be able to reach the sky directly.

Originally, as Wang Bicheng's identity, his son-in-law must have to rely on the power of his father-in-law; but in fact, Wang Bicheng's ability to go further this time is said to be related to his son-in-law-

There were too many people in front of the yurt, and it was noisy for a long time. Bao Da understood that he had finished connecting with the other party's Mongolian elder, the emcee of the wedding, and made a charter. Then, according to national customs, the wedding officially began.

Several people hurriedly surrounded Tian Xiaopang with the host, and came to the front of the yurt. The fat man stepped in and was about to enter. As a result, a horse whip suddenly appeared in front of him, but Alslen was looking at him with a smile.

The little fat man couldn't help but grab the back of his head: "Brother, we are good brothers, where are you singing this?"

Arslen's face showed a look: "Today, I am not your brother, but Qiqige's brother. My identity is my mother's family."

My mother's brother, to put it bluntly, isn't he just my brother-in-law? Tian Xiaopang smiled and opened his mouth and called out "brother-in-law", which made Alslan so angry that he almost whipped him twice.

Of course, the whip cannot be whipped, but it must be difficult for this little fat man to marry the most beautiful flowers on our grassland. How could it be so easy?

So, Alslen waved his hand and rushed up a dozen strong men. Tian Xiaopang took a look and rolled up his sleeves: "Wrestle and warm up first, right? You all go together!"

Wrestling? Who doesn’t know that you are the number one in Nadamu wrestling competition? No matter how powerful a fighter is, he is not your opponent. This is not the same level at all, okay?

But they saw those men taking out the horse-head fiddle, then they played a cheerful tune, and there were two men and women singing, singing in Mongolian language.

Knowing that Tian Xiaopang didn't understand much, Alslen proudly explained to him: "You will only be allowed to enter when you meet our song-"

Singing? Tian Xiaopang grabbed the back of his head hard. The disciples behind him were all anxious: "Master's singing is the most unpleasant!"

When the master got married, his apprentice naturally also broadcast live. Seeing Tian Xiaopang scratching his ears and foreheads turning white in seconds, the audience in the live broadcast room started to make a fuss and left messages: Xiaopang, hurry up and go back-

Go back, what am I doing? Can I go back without taking my wife? Tian Xiaopang is not a vegetarian, so he waved his hand and greeted him: "Where are the children?"

"Godfather!"

"Master!"

There were three hundred loud voices: "Uncle Xiaofa!"

Tian Xiaopang's confidence increased greatly: "Let's have one too!"

The children and the disciples at home happily took out various musical instruments from the car, and it turned out that they were all ready.

But, in this way, the Three Hundred Boy Scouts were a little anxious: they didn't have musical instruments, even if they had one, they wouldn't be able to-

When Tian Xiaopang saw this, he could not neglect these children, so he instructed Zhazha, and the little magpie shouted: "Come on, I'll call Zhazha, you guys applaud!"

"Zhazha!"

"Quagua."

"Zhazhazha--"

"Quaguagua--"

It's true that the tricks were quite uniform, and everyone couldn't help but applaud. Then the little kids took photos even more excitedly.

"This magpies can speak human words, it's amazing!" Many people were attracted by Zhazha, but this name was not good, and they sounded like a scumbag.

Tian Xiaopang is the groom, so of course he doesn’t need to take action. Bai Jingjing leads the children to play, and of course it’s still the classic song: Yanyan Yu Fei.

It is appropriate for Yanyan to fly and his son to come back. The children have already mastered it. When they play it, the simple and beautiful melody quickly pressed down the horse-head fiddle on the opposite side.

What's even better is that as they performed, groups of swallows flew over the little kids' heads, murmured from time to time, as if they were singing and dancing with their friends below.

Is this too amazing? The sound of the horse-head fiddle stops, and the musicians are also stunned: This, we are not on the same level as these children!

And while they were stunned, Tian Xiaopang laughed and bent down and crawled into the yurt.
Chapter completed!