Sinphyu Kyun Aung Thein - Naemin Thitaung (2)

As Nga Moe Kaung tried to cut the rope that pierced the cartilage separating his nostrils, he was struck on both legs by “iron bars.” The evil driving warriors who were fighting with their sweat and strength were driven out of Nga Moe Kaung’s attention.

"Hey, boy, boy"

Nga Moe Kaung, who had been smiling with all her teeth since she heard the sound from the living room, was in a state of excitement when she had a seven-day-old baby. However, she did not know what her mother-in-law, Daw Pan Ei, was doing. She ran to her sister-in-law, Mi Tou, and her mother-in-law, and ran to the living room door. “Do well, my daughter, don’t let your heads break.”

After cleaning the fish, salting it and drying it for a while, Daw Pan Ei fried it far from home. Daw Pan Ei didn't call him, but Nga Moe Kaung ran away. Then, after being stared at, he became embarrassed and ran back.

Since it was not yet day, Nga Moe Kaung was not allowed to enter the fire chamber. His wife and mother-in-law, including the women, were afraid of the spirit figures on his chest. They were afraid that if he entered the fire chamber, he would attack the elders. They were also afraid that he would attack the children.

So, I could only look at Mae Min Baaw, who was drinking turmeric water by the roaring fire. When I said, "Sister, don't be weak," Mae Min Baaw just nodded.

Meanwhile, when Nga Moe Kaung heard the warning, “Don’t break the heads of the fried fish,” he looked at his mother. “What’s the matter with the fried fish heads, my child?” he wanted to ask. Although he thought about asking Mae Kin and Mae Thaing, he didn’t ask because he was looked at with mocking eyes.

The traditional ceremony, which includes not only fried fish without the head, but also white bread and red bread with rice flour, is a traditional ceremony. After this traditional ceremony, both the mother and the child take a bath. The child's head is washed with a cotton swab and the hair is shaved. Since the child's head and the cotton swab were so dirty, the cotton swab was called. While Nga Moe Kaung was thinking, the elder brother came and showed the child to Nga Moe Kaung's face.

"Hey, little boy"

The young warrior picked up the child with his big, strong hands, wielding a sword and a whip. He didn't know whether to grab him by the armpits, or to grab him by the head and under the buttocks.

The child's face, which was already pale from the touch of the unknown man's large hand, was pale. It also made a sound. This was the child yawning. Nga Moe Kaung thought the child was crying, so he said, "Oh, oh, don't cry, Maung Min," and Pyawhali backed away.

"You know, the mother and the baby are the ones who carry the baby."

"Yes," said Nga Moe Kaung, looking up at Nga Moe. "I have to do the work," he replied.

"I have to choose between a land of rice and a piece of money." "I will choose, I will choose."

As Nga Moe Kaung stood up from his seat, a roar of laughter emanated from the living room. Daw Pan Ei's voice was heard at the top of the laughter.

"Don't think it's okay to tease Maung Moe Kaung."

So when Nga Moe Kaung sat down again, he heard Mae Min Boar's voice with satisfaction.

“Brother, please look at the fields and forests, both children and adults are healthy. The rice plants are not harvested.”

"Yes, little sister, have you forgotten about me, my mother?"

The laughter died down. It was hard for Nga Moe Kaung to sit down or get up. However, it was harvest time.

He immediately remembered that he should go to the field where he was, so he went out to the field, wearing his helmet and shovel.

Nga Moe Kaung had forgotten the whole world, and then he lamented, "It's already midwinter, when you're just starting to kill."

The world has come back to life. The money machines are warning us that we can't live without them.

The dewdrops on the trees warn us by falling on our heads. The small berries on the grass and bushes warn us. We cannot afford to be careless in the rain.

In the fields near the village, farmers were busy harvesting their crops, some of them singing softly.

Nga Moe Kaung's farm is not far away, but it is quite a distance. 'I have left the tent and the cows. It will be like this.'

I remember seeing a tent in the field and thinking it was a good idea. But smoke was pouring from the roof of the tent. In front of the tent, under the pea plants, there were two cows and a man in a field.

As Nga Moe Kaung was driving, his attention focused only on the tent and the cow, he met someone he didn't want to see in the forest. That person was Nga Yeok.

Nga Moe Kaung was shocked by the sight of Nga Moe Kaung's evil eyes. That's why Nga Moe Kaung avoided him. Aren't you a stranger in this village? Now he is going up the hill, and Nga Moe Kaung is going down the hill. Nga Moe Kaung

He didn't let her out of the way. He looked at her intently. Nga Moe Kaung, without realizing it, came down next to her.

In the narrow road, one of them was leaning, while the other was not, so they bumped into each other. The one who was ready to bump into each other did not lose his cool. The one who was not ready fell. Nga Moe Kaung caught hold of the shovel and did not fall into the bushes. “You are a good man, my friend.”

The sleeping man also asked. He also swallowed. He also clapped his hands together to make a loud sound.

"Uncle, you are a good man. But aren't you and I enemies?"

As he answered, he looked at Nga-kyeok. His short neck and large chest seemed to be struggling.

"I want to wrestle with you."

"I haven't been able to look at the fields for a long time. I don't have time to fight in the fields anymore." "Woman....

Nga Moe Kaung managed to dodge the bullet and didn't get hit in the face. However, he didn't respond to the insult of being called a woman. He put his helmet on the axe and dug in. He dug a hole in the ground that started about a foot from the navel and went down to his ankles.

I was stunned. It had happened so suddenly, but I had already challenged him. Without a word of warning, I had to dodge the incoming attack with my knee.

However, Nga Moe Kaung didn't jump and kick, but jumped on Nga Yeok's knees, grabbed his neck, and hit him in the chest with his knee.

Nga Moe Kaung's chest was not hit. It seemed that his ribs were broken. Suddenly, Nga Moe Kaung jumped. He pulled the shield and hit him with his elbow. "Hey, stop, stop!"

Nga Moe Kaung released Nga Yeok's robe. Nga Yeok stretched his waist. At the top of the hill was a monk. Behind him stood U Pyin Sin, a monk, and students, each with a bowl. He was the abbot of the village.

Nga Moe Kaung had never seen the village priest before. He knelt down and held his hands together like Nga Moe Kaung.

“What are you doing?” “A stranger from another village is insulting you, my God.” Ngayek pointed his finger at Ngamoe Kaung. “Hey, Daka, yes.”

“No, my lord. The disciple is trying to get me to come in and fight me, my lord. He wants to fight me, but the disciple refuses. He spits on me and calls me a woman.” “Yes, yes. I know Dayaka. Dayaka is a devil, a married man, a son-in-law.”

"That's right, my lord." "Dayaka, although a good man, is a fool."

"Still having to fight with strange men."

"That's right, disciple."

“The monk does not know the monk, but the monk knows the monk. The monk is the enemy of religion, the enemy of Burma, the general who is crushing the whites, yes.”

"That's right, my lord," he replied, looking at the wound on his left side. Three straight lines of blood. (The monk also noticed it as he looked down.)

"What's going on, Daka?" "The branches and trees at the edge of the bush are like a tree, my God."

In fact, the bush closest to Nga Moe Kaung is on the right. Nga Moe Kaung did not fall into the bush, but rather, he walked away from the person and scratched them.

The monk asked.

"The Kyak Kazin Fort was abandoned and turned into a ruin, my dear. I wish General Myat Tun had been healthy."

"It's only in Kanoung. The disciples have been in contact since they were imprisoned at home."

"Aye aye, Dayaka is a good man, a noble man. What is Dayaka's name?"

"Sleep, God."

"You are lucky to find a good man, a good man, a good man, a good man, don't fight, okay?"

"That's right, God."

“Now go, separate,” Nga Kye said, fearing and respecting the monk, “That’s right, sir,” but he was offended. The monk considered such a stranger a good man, a noble man, and he was very patient. He gritted his teeth and said, “It’s still in the bush.” He sang.

Nga Moe Kaung was not a complete stranger. He was not sure whether Nga Kyaw's anger would be calm. However, when he arrived at the field, he saw Nga Chip and Nga Pyone Cho. He forgot Nga Kyaw and was grateful and happy. Because they

Because the rice fields are being harvested when the caretaker is away. "There is still a bazaar in the middle of the valley."

Nga Pyone Cho saw the large blood-stained wound and recounted how Nga Kyeok had challenged him to the bone-cutting contest. Then Nga Chiep laughed heartily. “You’re a wrestler. You’re a woman, you’re a woman, you’re a woman,” he remarked.

"I think you're angry with me too. With a narrowed eye."

Nga Pyone Cho continued, talking about his relationship with Nga Htet, “Be careful of your father too. Don't let things get out of hand too soon, you idiot.”

However, Nga Moe Kaung stubbornly forgot about Nga Yeok and dragged the conversation to his own business.

"If only Anu Ngachip and Naung Nge had come and taken care of me,

"That rice field can be used for food only."

"Thank you, Father, for your kindness, my dear," Nga Pyone Cho said, shaking his head and shaking his hands.

"Father, you are a bloodthirsty man, and your wife will be left in the lurch. Please go down to the fields and guard them, I warned you."

Nga Moe Kaung thanked the chieftain from the bottom of his heart. He was a true "son of the king of the evil spirits." When he was sick, he was treated like a son. He also acted as a father in getting Mae Min Baw married.

Now, after working hard all day, he came to pay me back. That's why he couldn't help but thank his son, Nga Pyone Cho. Similarly, he also thanked the old man, who was very grateful, and he reached out and kissed him.

"I think Ngai Chip has a girlfriend."

When asked this question, it is natural for the child to be pleased. The monkey also nodded his head with a hee hee hee.

"To be honest, if the seed is true, I'm a good boyfriend. But no one likes me back?"

He liked what he said and laughed out loud. Nga Pyone also smiled happily.

"So, you want me to marry your brother and sister-in-law?" "My mother is too young, my dear. She is still a child."

"Come on."

"If you are too young, wait until you are an adult, carrying a sword."

"Okay. Yes."

Nga Moe Kaung had already chosen a place to build a temple while he was talking. It was a large area among the fields that had been left bare. He cut through the bare ground with a shovel, and after a while, a sound of gnashing could be heard.

"Your suggestion is correct. But will the person in charge like it?"

"The truth is based on the skill and talent of the next generation. Shouldn't the tree that is still alive be cut down with a flower pole and a crown of thorns earlier?"

"If you only talk about the future, you should also think about the future."

Then Nga Moe Kaung looked at Nga Pyone Cho carefully. He was beginning to grow up and develop his lips.

"Yes, I can live with my wife in the future."

"My sister, my brother-in-law, is a good man. He is a good man who drives and drives rice."

I don't know many women in the village. The one who knows the most is Ngachip, so he comes in. Nga Pyonecho shakes his head.

"The legs of a heron are long and the fingers and toes are wide." "When the virgin blood comes in, you will become beautiful. You will become strong and powerful."

"He is," Nga Pyonecho said, his voice trailing off, and Nga Moe Kaung looked up. Seeing his father, the chief of the forest, U Tun Aye,

Because. While there is no shame in talking about marital affairs among men, they understand that it is not appropriate to talk about it in front of their father, who is expected to be respected. This is because they do not want to be treated with disrespect.

Nga Moe Kaung put down his shovel, folded his arms on his waist, and bowed to greet the traveler.

"U-taw, I hope you are well. Where did you come from?"

"I came to your house. The village headman came to receive alms."

Since he had only met Sayadaw and Nga Moe Kaung once, Nga Moe Kaung could not predict what would happen next. While he respectfully waited for the conversation to continue, U Tun Aye continued.

“Brother and sister, you two, the son of a monk, you were fighting in the forest, so you had to mediate?”

“That’s right, my lord,” he began, and Nga Moe Kaung had to turn the third act around again. The chieftain nodded his head at Nga Moe Kaung’s words and said, “I believe you. I have the heart of a man, the heart of a man, so I will tolerate and avoid the scoundrel,” he said enthusiastically, then looked towards the field and continued.

"Sayadab, I think that this monk has the right to insult a person as noble as Amaung. Please take care of Amaung for her sake, and don't let her lose consciousness."

He paid homage to the monk who had prayed for him, hoping for a good harvest.