At this sports event at Maodeng Ranch, Jiang Feng beca the absolute star.
He was already sowhat famous here; people knew him as a major influencer with hundreds of thousands of followers.
Now, seeing his amazing horse riding and lasso skills, everyone admired him even more.
Jiang Feng led the horse back to the starting point and handed it over to the organizers.
The lasso competition prize was a beautifully crafted gift box from Maodeng Ranch, packed with various smoked ats, quite substantial.
Jiang Feng won awards in all the events he participated in, and he was full of smiles.
[Having money is one thing, but having such great skills too? Amazing!]
[And he’s handso. I’m declaring him as my new husband!]
[I’m declaring it too!]
[If you’re all declaring it, then I will too — he’s my husband!]
[Guys, let’s not join the commotion. Are we going to duel each other?]
[Draw your swords! Co on! Left-handed and right-handed cuts — let’s see whose sword softens first!]
The bullet screen was as lively as ever.
Jiang Feng got off Red Hare, still sowhat out of breath. Lassoing took a lot of energy, but thankfully it was brief and fun, so Jiang Feng didn’t feel tired.
"Boss, have so water!" Ma He handed over a bottle of mineral water, and Jiang Feng lifted it, drinking it all.
Jiang Feng said to them, "I’m heading over to the ranch to get Red Hare so water, just wander around here as you please."
"Sure."
Then, Jiang Feng led Red Hare and tied it to a post before heading to the activity area nearby.
There was a large ger here, firmly secured, covered with several layers of thick fabric outside.
The prairie winds are strong, so open-air pavilions have to be taken down after use, but this type of ger can withstand the gales.
No one lives here usually, but activities are organized inside when there’s an event.
The weather was nice today; several whole sheep were being roasted outside the ger, and people were cooking inside as well.
Jiang Feng found a slightly dirty washbasin, cleaned it at a faucet, filled it halfway with cold water, and took it to the kitchen to get two ladles of hot boiling water added.
With the two ladles of hot water added, Jiang Feng tested the water temperature by dipping his hand in the basin.
Finding it satisfactory, he asked the kitchen, "Chef, could you give a small half-bag of salt?"
"Sure." People here are generous; a little salt is no big deal.
Jiang Feng took the packet of salt, sprinkled so into the basin, and mixed it evenly with his hand.
Then, he carried the basin of water out of the kitchen.
A drone was filming him.
Jiang Feng said as he walked, "A horse like Red Hare shouldn’t be given cold water, especially after intense exercise. It needs warm or hot water."
"You also need to add so salt to it."
"The better the horse, the better care it requires."
He carried the basin to Red Hare, put it down, and Red Hare lowered its head to drink.
Jiang Feng petted its head.
This scene of man and horse appeared on the livestream, particularly heartwarming.
By this ti, the event was nearing its end.
The final part was the communal al.
There was a fenced area where the herdsn of Maodeng Ranch could enter.
Visitors from other places drove back ho.
This place is just a few dozen kiloters from Xilinhot City, and it’s a quick drive back.
Such events are held once a year, and large ranches are very generous, so there’s plenty of beef and mutton for the al.
Jiang Feng and his group shared a table, which was laid out with yogurt, dried fruits, sunflower seeds, peanuts, and cold dishes.
When the al started, the organizers brought out a large pot of boiled at on the bone and a roasted, shiny lamb leg.
They were already hungry, so they took their knives to carve up the lamb, dipped it in sauce, and ate it with wine, occasionally having so cold dishes, feeling extrely satisfied.
The bonfire gradually grew, and soone began to play the horsehead fiddle, sending lodious music into the air.
The organizers also invited a dance troupe to perform traditional dances.
People cheered continuously, creating an exceptionally lively atmosphere.
The herdsn rarely had such opportunities to celebrate, so everyone was thoroughly enjoying themselves.
Gradually, as everyone was engaged in the festivities, the sky started to darken.
The bonfire burned brightly, with its glow dancing across the open area.
People on the prairie are particularly cautious about fire; the ground around the bonfire had been covered and cleared with gravel, so no fires would occur.
Many people took out their phones to take pictures.
Jiang Feng was also livestreaming continuously.
"The dance segnt is coming up!"
"Generally, Han People are more reserved and don’t really dance, but slowly they’ve been influenced and started to join in."
"The bonfire dance originally celebrated successful hunts, where people held hands and danced around the fire to express their joy."
"This form of celebration has continued to this day, forming a unique culture."
"People of the prairie love this kind of celebration."
Jiang Feng sat at the table explaining this to everyone.
Viewers calmly listened, snacking while watching the herdsn’s communal al, and feeling incredibly relaxed.
At this point, soone began organizing the dance, and many people gathered around the bonfire.
"Boss, want to go dance for a bit?" Niu Erhu suggested to Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng waved his hand, "You guys go ahead."
The viewers in the livestream also urged:
[Strear, go dance, I want to see you dance!]
[Why not join in with everyone for a dance?]
[Looks so lively!]
Jiang Feng planned to get up and dance around the bonfire for a bit.
He had drunk quite a bit and felt a little tipsy; singing and dancing was most enjoyable at tis like this.
Just as he stood up, two girls dressed in Mongolian Clothing approached Jiang Feng, taking his arm and inviting him to dance.
"Master Jiang, let’s dance together."
The girl said with a smile.
This was the local custom; everyone wore long sleeves, and holding hands was no big deal.
Girls usually chose handso guys as dance partners.
Jiang Feng joined the crowd, forming a circle of a dozen people dancing around the bonfire.
So herdsn around them played instrunts or clapped to accompany them.
In the livestream, viewers watched Jiang Feng, each hand holding a girl’s, dancing joyfully.
[Let go of the master; let in!]
[The atmosphere is so joyous!]
[I want to dance with the master too!]
[This is a traditional dance, don’t overthink it!]
[It sure is lively!]
The dancers sang out, singing Mongolian folk songs.
Jiang Feng understood so Mongolian, but he rarely spoke it.
He quietly humd along.
The fiery warmth of the bonfire brushed against him, the prairie breeze gently caressed him, and the two girls occasionally pressed against him, and the alcohol slowly took effect in his body.
It was a peculiar feeling, like he was floating.
He was getting tipsy!
Jiang Feng thought to himself.
He didn’t know how long they danced, but as night fell, it beca unsafe on the prairie, so everyone dispersed and organized their return to their respective ranches.
Gelya hadn’t drunk, so she drove everyone else back.
Niu Erhu led the big yellow cow he had won and had started walking back half an hour earlier.
Jiang Feng was almost sober and chose to ride back on horseback.
It was roughly ten kiloters in a straight line to his ranch, not too far.
Riding on the horse, Jiang Feng continued to explain to the viewers:
"There are many sports events here in Mongolia. Every year during the May Fourth Youth Day or the autumn gas, herdsn organize events when they aren’t too busy."
"Sotis villages gather together for joint participation."
"The main events include bone breaking, where bones are bound to a hand and broken with the other hand. This requires practice, as ordinary people can’t do it, and it’s easy to fracture one’s hand."
"Then there’s tug-of-war, 100-ter races, wrestling, and so on."
"These are all strength competitions."
"In the future, Maodeng Ranch might collaborate with other places to hold joint competitions, and I might have the chance to participate then."
The sky was becoming dark, slightly gray.
Red Hare trotted towards the ranch.
Jiang Feng didn’t need to guide; it knew its way back by itself.
The drone had enough battery and continued to follow behind.
Everything appeared leisurely and lovely.
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