Sinphyu Kyun Aung Thein - Naemin Tathaung (3)

"Hey, hey, man. Don't do this to my little brother."

Mae Min Boar shouted in concern.

In his vision, the elder Nga Hlaing had grabbed the younger Nga Thaing by the arm and tied him up.

Nga Taig looked towards his mother, his face twisted in worry. At that moment, Nga Hlaing released his younger brother. As soon as he got free, he took a step back to the right and two steps to the left, and grabbed his brother's neck again.

However, my brother caught me with a left hook and I was caught again. I kept releasing and coming back, and Nga Tai won in the third round.

Although Mae Min Baaw often saw her two sons practicing the Banto and Ban Shao, she couldn't hide her anxiety. She was shocked and screamed. So Mi Oh spoke from the clay pot making place.

"Mom, break the rope so that it can climb up." Nga Taig let go of his brother and ran to pick up the earth.

"Mom, you're throwing stones."

Before Mi Oh could finish shouting, a small piece of earth the size of a letter came running. Mi Oh sat down and jumped to avoid it.

"Mom, didn't you tell me?"

Mae Min Boar didn't look at them yet. The child in her arms was catching a bug in the furrows.

It's because they're pointing fingers at each other to distract attention.

In the middle of the ploughed field, Nga Moe Kaung, holding a basket by the small side, was scattering seeds. Not far behind him, two ploughshares were quickly covering the seeds. Between the sower and the one who was 'stirring' was a distance of two bamboo poles. In the distance, pigeons and doves, and pheasants were dropping and picking up the seeds .

Nga Moe Kaung and the two plowmen behind him saw their brother practicing in the shade of the sycamore tree. They were impressed by their brother. When Mi Oh jumped up from his seat, they laughed.

It is autumn.

Farmers are rushing to plow and cultivate the land, fertilized by the waters of the Ayeyarwady River. People are sowing and planting, and everywhere you look, the land is covered with people.

The plants and seeds planted in the soil do not need to be watered. However, they are planted at the right time for the moisture to evaporate and the time for the plants to fall. Therefore, just as the bean farmers rush to sow, the chili and onion, pepper, and peanut farmers also work without any effort after eating. The sun is running quickly down the Irrawaddy River.

Mae Min Baw looked up at the big sun and said, "I have placed the tree beside the pot of rice, and I have entered under the sycamore tree. I have a basket."

He put dishes and water bottles in the basket. “Son, come and help your mother.”

When Mae Min Baaw looked, there was no elder or younger son. They were running away with their heads in a hurry. A big brown horse entered the field. The man's head was flying in the wind. It was the brother of Nga Chue and Nga We, "Big Horseman Nga Rue".

The big horse saw the children running, but he didn't stop. He bent down and offered them his hand. Nga Tai grabbed the big iron rod and climbed onto the horse. Nga Hlaing did the same. He got on the horse and sat behind the big horse.

Nga Taig sat on the lap of the horse, holding the reins.

“Hey, big boy, what are you doing?” he shouted, jumping up and down, but the horseman stopped him. “Don’t do that, little boy. You’ll fall down with your recklessness.”

Nga Taig did not answer verbally. He stood up from the lap of the big horse. He held himself in his hands. The big horse was very pleased and laughed loudly.

When the brown horse reached the edge of the shade of the sycamore tree, the two brothers jumped off the horse, but the horseman still couldn't get off. Mi-oh ran up to the horse, carrying Mi-yo in his arms, so he had to pull her onto the horse. Mi-oh sat quietly in the horseman's lap. Mi-yo was restless. "Hey, hey, hey," he cried. When he shouted and the horse didn't move, he turned to the horseman, crying.

“Your Majesty, I am in good health.” ““Please, sir. Where did you come from, the big horse?”

"It's been a while since I've been here, so come in. Come on, you're welcome. Just go around once."

The horseman turned away as he spoke. He had to ride once to please the family and then turn back. When the brown horse returned to the shade of the sycamore, Mae Min Baaw was standing with his arms crossed, and his two sons were carrying bundles of firewood and ready to go home.

"Let's go back, girls."

Mi-oh slid down from the horseman's hand. She carried a small package and started to go home. Mi-oh, however, was still in the horseman's hand, so Mae Min-baw had to pick it up.

"Please allow me to cook, sir."

"Okay, come on, come on. Well, you compete with your sons and daughters."

As he got off his horse with a groan, he covered Nga Hlaing's head with his hand. "What message did you get, old man?" he asked.

“You have arrived at the worldly life, sir.” “You have arrived. What about the young child?” “Good luck, sir.” “You are a very talented person.”

The horseman laughed loudly and left his mother. The two plowmen and Nga Moe Kaung were walking towards him on the plain.

The two plowmen were Nga Kya and his brother Nga We.

The plow that Nga Chue drives is his own, while the plow that Nga Wee drives is Nga Moe Kaung's. If someone else uses the land that belongs to him, they will take revenge because they are afraid that the "wet" will be destroyed. However, Nga Wee does not have a plow or a cart. Since he earns his living by hunting, Nga Moe Kaung is busy with his work, so he does not go to the forest and comes to the land of the kin.

"May you be blessed with good health, my dear." "May you be blessed with the love you have shown me."

They were sitting on the bare ground of the Kanthin Khon. Before they could finish speaking, Ngawe asked U Aung.

"Mom and Dad, how are you, big brother?"

“Because of the uprising, my brother went to Nay Pyi Taw and returned only the next day. It was difficult, but I know that it was difficult because of the people. And I don’t want to stay in the palace.”

"Are you just saying it's because of the bazaar, brother?"

"I'm not getting along with the old man, my friend. When you asked where Nga Xue was, "Call me U Xue, the horseman. My son is in the service of His Majesty the King. He's not a scoundrel like you," he replied. "We're not getting along."

Then Nga Chue said, "I'll go and get him," and the horseman smiled, showing his big red teeth.

“We won't live in mud and water, brother.” “Mud and water, four or five months, brother.”

"Let it dry. My people will let me go and stay in my village. If you want to take me for a walk in times like this, just take me."

Nga Moe Kaung waited until the brothers had finished talking before he spoke, "Let me know what you think, horse rider."

"This region (which will become Kayah State in the next 70 years) is a place where white people are intruding, bloodthirsty men."

Nga Moe Kaung's jaw immediately tightened. "I want to die, I want to kill you. I want to fight the enemy."

" That's right. I'm going to fight and fight with you. However, after diplomatic negotiations, peace has been reached."

"Have the whites retreated, Horseman?"

The happy face of the great horseman turned dark with the approaching rain. "You have to let me go, you bloodthirsty king," he said in a bitter voice.

"The part that remains loyal to His Majesty the King, and the part that leans towards the Whites, has no influence on me anymore."

"Should I give it to the camel?"

"Even though we can't give it to the Kala, it's a loss to give in to the Kala's wishes and say we won't rule our own territory anymore."

The rain has come down again.. "The king who has a sweet face and a bloodthirsty face"

All the disrespect and hatred he had for King Mindon was about to pour out from Nga Moe Kaung's heart. However, he remembered that the horseman was a loyal servant of that king, so he swallowed his words.

"Don't be so hard on yourself, you bloodsucker. I've also been hurt so much that my heart aches. Even though it's better."

The horseman, who was sitting cross-legged, grabbed the dark knee of Moe Kaung with his big hand.

"But please bear with me for a moment, my bloodthirsty servant. The Crown Prince is sending young scholars to the sheep country, Italy, France, etc. When he returns,

We will build factories to manufacture weapons. We will make guns, ships, and bombs for the blacks. Then we will drive the blacks out as slaves.

"I won."

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"May the scholars be healthy and happy. May they return safely and without harm. May they quickly build weapons factories and drive out the Kalayot."

As he prayed fervently, Nga Moe Kaung became suspicious. So he looked up at the horseman.

"Will the great horseman really fight the king of the horse? As far as I know, even if he has the power to obtain the golden palace, it is better for him to become a monk instead of a king."

The horseman nodded and smiled.

"My lord, the great king of the universe, knows that he cannot defeat the white man, so he is patient, the Jew..."

Yodhya is the region that would be renamed Thailand in over a hundred years.

"In 1214, the kings of Bangkok, Zin Mae, Lapon, Lakun Mine, and Breana, from Thailand, invaded and harassed the remote Kengtung region of the country, and attacked and annihilated them, right?"

"I'm just trying to make the white man proud and proud." Nga Moe Kaung saw it that way, but Nga Chue saw it differently. "The white man is so arrogant that he loses to the white man.

"Just as they took the lower part, Thin Roh also thought they would take the eastern part and it would be a good idea to attack."

The horseman took out a fist-sized copper betel nut from the corner of the cloth, put the betel nut in his mouth, and then covered the betel nut with it.

“However, the month of Taung Maung has not yet passed, but in the month of Nayon, 1216, they will come again and attack again. They are the brothers of the King of Bangkok, Zin, Lapon, Lakun, and the Mon Lama.”

"Are you just touching the grasshopper?" Ngawe asked.

"Yes, of course. In order to attack the Kengtung capital and the outskirts of Kengtung, the Kengtung Sawbwa army, the Mongpu city chieftain army, and the Myilat Sawbwa and city chieftains will be marched and suppressed under the command of the military commander, Maha Nawratha, of the Moe Nayin army."

No one would listen to the words of the rider. They listened without batting an eye as he continued his speech.

“This battle is not only a bloodbath, but also a bloodbath. It is a bloody battle. More than a thousand Thais died, and the Shan, Burmese, and Karen armies captured elephants, artillery, bombs, and many prisoners. Among the prisoners were the Lord Mayor of Anan and the Lord Mayor of Mongtai.”

Nga Moe Kaung's face became bright and happy.

"You can defeat those guys, you need to win, big horse. Just now, the ship's hulls are rising from the harbor."

"There are so many black cloths. Soon, my sisters and daughters will not be able to weave."

The horseman spat, licked his lips, and then looked at Nga Moe Kaung.

"My servant, in the golden age of the great king, the kingdom was more peaceful than the previous Kyaw Kari kings."

"It's better to die in a fiery battle than to live peacefully, carrying the Kala as you please."

It was a heart-wrenching groan for the horseman. He couldn't help but laugh. He looked at Nga Moe Kaung with awe, then sat down on his haunches and bowed.

"My servant, I respectfully bow to you, blood-drinking master."

"Respect, respect, don't act like that, horse rider. You should stay in the forest, drinking blood. Horse rider, serve the Lord of Life, be patient."

Nga Moe Kaung jumped up and apologized. He knelt down on the horse's hand and answered. "

"I am too devoted to you, Blood Drinker," Nga Chue then spoke up.

"My brother doesn't know about him. If he knew, he would have put it on his head. He left his wife Mi Nae and went to support the generals. Who is he...? Nga Tai, Nga Tai was born at night."

"You still know how to sell"