PDLP Chapter 133 Giant Bow and Arrow Shooting Surface
Chapter 133 Giant Bow and Arrow Shooting Surface
"You're just like Su Dao back then, a stubborn little calf!"
After glancing at Chen Tuo, who was pressing his thigh down on the bow and easily hooking the bowstring with one arm, Qinggele also gave his evaluation.
When the Ewenki Banner was first established, there were still a few Evenki hunters who could use the Solon bow to participate in the Naadam festival.
However, as these people have grown old, very few are still able to wield the Sauron bow and the Siamese bow to compete.
Qinggele is a herdsman who has truly witnessed the changing times. Even if someone as powerful as Qinggong is, what can he do?
Within the three northeastern provinces, how many people still know how to make and use the giant bows and arrows of yesteryear?
Let alone the Solon bow or the Qing bow, how many people would actually use the Kaiyuan horn bow from the grasslands for hunting?
"Uncle Qinggele, Uncle Sudao shares the same idea as you; they also want to pass on their knowledge..."
The bowstring was strung, the bow was straightened, and Su Dao was told how to maintain the tradition.
Chen Tuo stood up, exhaled, and slowly and stubbornly drew back the Soren Greatbow in his hand.
"Impressive strength! But it's just a bow without arrows; even if you had arrows, could you hunt a bear with it?"
Although his words were full of criticism, Qinggele's actions were quite different.
The old man took out a leather pouch from his pocket and opened it. Inside were cylindrical thumb rings and ring-shaped finger devices.
Chen Tuo didn't choose the thumb ring and finger-operated bow from the leather bag; instead, he continued to draw his bow while wearing gloves.
"Uncle Qinggele, Uncle Sudao wants me to have a match with you."
Having witnessed Chen Tuo's actions, Qinggele, who knew perfectly well that Chen Tuo couldn't shoot arrows, nodded.
"We can have a contest! The winner gets a horse as a prize!"
After saying that, Qinggele turned around and quickly said a few words in Mongolian, which Chen Tuo probably didn't understand this time.
While the herders were preparing for the competition, Qinggele handed him a leather bag again.
"Choose a suitable thumb ring, and I'll teach you how to draw the bow and shoot an arrow. I brought some old-fashioned large arrows with me this time; I'll find you a few in a bit."
Qinggele both understood and agreed with Su Dao's ideas and Chen Tuo's statements.
As an elder of the winter ranch, he also hopes that the younger generation will not give up archery.
Previously, no one could compare to them. If Su Dao could bring the hunters from the three Soren tribes to stir up trouble on the grasslands, it might be a good option.
Seeing Chen Tuo rummaging through the leather bag and only picking out a leather thumb ring and a bone thumb ring, Qing Gele simply handed him the leather bag.
"Uncle Qinggele, this is too valuable, I can't accept it!"
Inside the leather pouch, besides leather and bone thumb rings, there were also jade, agate, and white jade thumb rings.
Although I'm not sure about current prices, most of the thumb rings in my leather pocket are made of jade, and many of them are carved.
"Good to know! When I was little, I was just a herdsman on the grassland. I found these thumb rings and I'm giving them to you..."
Qinggeler clearly didn't want to say where he picked it up or how he picked it up.
But Chen Tuo still didn't dare to accept the thumb rings he had picked up.
"Uncle Qinggele, I can't accept something I found!"
"I found this in the production team's warehouse. I have many more at home. Take it! You're a decent young man..."
Chen Tuo refused to take it, so Qing Gele gave the leather bag to Su Dao and then began to teach him how to use the thumb ring, how to draw the bow, and how to release it.
The teachings of Qinggele are similar to those of Guandunzi; there are no rules that must be followed, nor are there any fixed regulations.
It's simply a matter of doing whatever makes you comfortable.
As for how to shoot, according to Qinggele, once you draw the bow, nock the arrow, and pull the bowstring past your arm, you'll know what shooting is.
With the thumb ring, the old arrow, and the teacher Qinggele.
Drawing the bow, nocking the arrow, and releasing it was not difficult for Chen Tuo.
Standing archery, in his view, is similar to rifle shooting, except that it requires a certain amount of strength.
"Practice your shooting slowly according to what I teach you. Once you can hit the bullseye more than 30 meters away, you can try shooting while walking or on horseback. Just practice more!"
After teaching Chen Tuo the basic movements, Qinggele picked up the old groin-scooping arrows he had just found and stuck them one by one into the snow before saying:
"The Evenki brothers from the Greater Khingan Mountains want to challenge us with their ancestral hunting bows. Young men, don't embarrass yourselves!"
Having successfully drawn hatred from Chen Tuo and his group, Qinggele shoved his hands into his pockets and walked off the field.
Seeing the herdsmen who had just been smiling turn into angry glares, Chen Tuo could only manage a wry smile.
Isn't a men's gathering all about competing and showing off?
Here, even peeing is a competition to see who can pee the farthest.
The fat old man Qinggele had stirred up a grudge, and with a single sentence, "Don't embarrass yourself," who would admit they couldn't do it?
Su Dao, who loved watching the excitement, started distributing deerskin bowstrings in the middle of the field, saying as he did so that they were Evenki deerskin bowstrings.
This undoubtedly stirred up even more hatred for Chen Tuo.
In the arena, Wu Laowai and Guan Dunzi were both shrewd and experienced. Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, the two of them ran off the field and stood with Qinggele.
"Old Wu, what do you think that heavy old thing can shoot at?"
Having been put on the roster of the Beishan settlement by Chen Tuo, Guan Dunzi's initiative was much stronger than Wu Laowai's.
Fearing that Qinggele hadn't taught them anything substantial, Lao Guan started trying to extract information from them as soon as they got close.
"Didn't that old man say he was shooting bears? It's probably something like the old foreign cannons you two use, close-quarters bear stuff, you could easily lose your life!"
Guan Dunzi was trying to get information out of him, so Wu Laowai played a supporting role.
Qinggele smiled upon hearing this, giving the two a chance to get information out of each other.
"Although the Solon bow can be used to hunt bears, no one who runs in the mountains is stupid. The idea that a giant bow with a large arrow can shoot a man's face from ten paces away is just a saying."
Having revealed his secrets, Qinggele took out a leather quiver, drew out a large arrow, and handed it to the two men, saying:
"The large bow was equipped with these large arrows, which used to be called hunting arrows, specifically used for shooting deer and wild boars. Before guns were available, tiger spears were used to kill tigers and hunt bears!"
Although Qinggele mentioned it, neither the three Solon tribes nor the horse archery on the grasslands have been passed down to the present day and are no longer what they used to be.
The giant bow and arrows, capable of shooting an arrow in the face from ten paces away, were something Qinggele had only heard of.
The story he told about killing tigers and hunting bears was something he heard from others when he was young.
In this day and age, even if there are bears and tigers in the mountains, who would take a bow and arrow to shoot them?
"Old man, are you going to kill tigers and bears with a gun, huh?"
Qinggele's words might fool others, but they lack the decades of experience to fool Wu Laowai and Guan Dunzi.
Even setting aside bears and tigers, who would dare to poke a wild boar?
That thing, with its big head, can break wherever it touches. You might get lucky once or twice, but if it happens every time, the person probably won't live long.
"A hunt! Firstly, there are too many people involved, and secondly, they'll drug the bears and tigers. Those who actually shoot the bears and tigers are the powerful figures who have oppressed us; they won't actually do it!"
After being tricked into revealing information by the two old foxes, Qinggele was very cautious in his words.
These words were a clear statement. Wu Laowai and Guan Dunzi exchanged a glance and knew that this old man was at best a half-baked expert with no real skills to steal.
Learning by observing others to make a living was one of the skills of Wu Laowai and Guan Dunzi's generation.
I had hoped to learn some grassland hunting techniques from Qinggele, but who would have thought that the old man was actually such an honest and simple person...