The Nadamu Festival has officially begun.

On the day of the opening ceremony, videos of Mongolians frequently appeared on short video platforms.

Many self-media platforms posted related videos.

Among them, the footage of Jiang Feng was used the most.

These media people filmed Jiang Feng from various angles and posted them online.

Everyone obviously knows how to gain higher traffic, and that’s by using popular participants.

For example, Jiang Feng, or a 193 cm tall wrestler with muscle-bound physique, and so on.

The netizens’ attention was also captivated.

"Just watched the Yuedong dragon boat race, and now the grassland Nadamu. Why does it feel like only people from Central Plains are the ones working overtime?"

"Everywhere else, people are more leisurely, whereas we are competing harder and harder, can’t compare at all."

"Heavens, let us relax a bit too!"

"Abroad they’re on a 4-day work week and 3-day weekend, yet we can’t even guarantee two days off!"

Everyone left comments.

While envying others, they also felt a bit helpless about themselves.

The opening ceremony of the Nadamu Festival was very lively.

Besides the wrestling teams, horse racing teams, there were also motorbike teams, ethnic costume groups, and so on.

Moreover, immediately after the opening ceremony ended, the first round of wrestling matches began.

People gathered around the venue, watching two big wrestlers battling on the grass, their enthusiasm soared sky-high.

On this day, Jiang Feng, besides attending the opening ceremony, mostly acted as a spectator.

Incidentally, he became the mascot of the Nadamu Festival; many people specifically came to take pictures with him.

Jiang Feng stood still, spending over an hour just taking pictures with others.

Drone footage captured this scene, and the stream viewers laughed heartily.

[When did the host start the photography business, more popular than someone in a Sun Wukong costume!]

[Hahaha, if he charged 20 per person, he would earn at least twenty thousand!]

[The host is quite nice, actually took all those photos!]

[Regret not going there for a trip, I also want a photo with the host!]

[The Nadamu Festival mascot, truly none other than him!]

Jiang Feng stood on the grass, with two girls approaching him, making a peace sign, Jiang Feng smiling, while a tourist in the distance pressed the shutter for them.

The scene was truly amusing.

Many said they came here specifically for Jiang Feng, and Jiang Feng couldn’t refuse their enthusiasm.

Photographing some pictures with them was also nice.

After all, the opening ceremony and the matches were over.

Until everyone finished taking pictures, Jiang Feng waved goodbye to everyone:

"The grassland welcomes everyone, I’m heading back to the ranch, see you again if possible."

Everyone waved to him.

"Goodbye, host!"

He retrieved the drone, ended the live stream, called a truck, and took Red Hare back to the ranch.

Even after he left, the tourists remained excited.

"The host is really handsome in person!"

"Very kind, even more handsome than in the live stream!"

"The host is worth being a fan of!"

The tourists discussed with each other, and subsequently, online forums, message boards, and other places were filled with topics about Jiang Feng, who, up until now, had no bad rumors, thus his reputation and public image were exceptionally good.

Back at the ranch, Jiang Feng fed the dogs.

The food bowls were already laid out, filled with milk mixed with jerky, and before the dogs ate, they all looked at Jiang Feng attentively.

"Let me count to 3."

"1!"

"2!"

"4!"

Once Jiang Feng said 4, the dogs made a rush motion, but hearing it wasn’t 3, they immediately returned.

Everyone looked at Jiang Feng in bewilderment.

"3!"

Jiang Feng said with a smile.

As soon as the word was out, the dogs dashed to their respective bowls and began feasting.

The evenings at the ranch were always leisurely.

Cattle and sheep had entered their pens and rested peacefully.

Jiang Feng sat on a chair, watching the dogs eating, feeling very relaxed.

A month’s Nadamu Festival, it sounds long, but daily activities were fairly tightly arranged.

Nowadays, Nadamu is not merely a sport, but a symbol of the grassland, also the peak season for grassland tourism each year.

Grassland tourism relied entirely on the performance of this month.

Horse racing would happen three days later; Jiang Feng went to the racecourse to check on Red Hare, adding some fodder.

Now, Red Hare was already over two years old, though it hadn’t entirely reached the peak level at three years, its physical condition was very good.

The horse race measured the endurance of the competitors, as well as the endurance of the horses.

Red Hare’s lineage was inherently strong, making it a hot favorite for victory.

Over the next two days, Jiang Feng did not train again, just rode Red Hare daily to run around his grassland.

The sheep were still in flocks, heads down munching on grass.

Their bodies have gotten quite plump; they’ve gained a lot of weight during this period.

By the time of the autumn harvest, they would make a hefty profit again.

Until the third day, dedicated to the horse racing event.

The Nadamu Festival ground became lively once again on this day.

Tourists entered early to fully immerse themselves in the atmosphere of the Nadamu Festival.

Jiang Feng launched the drone to live stream the on-site scenes.

Seeing some excitement, the netizens immediately got thrilled.

[The host is going to compete!]

[Can he take first place?]

[Top favorite to win!]

[I’m betting on Red Hare!]

Initially, it wasn’t horse racing but a variety of fancy equestrian performances.

Riders could be seen on horseback, some holding onto the horse’s back from one side with their bodies hanging in mid-air, performing stunts.

Others would jump off the left side, run a few steps, then jump back onto the horse’s back, then jump off from the right side and run a few steps again.

Some stood up on the horse’s back, holding a Hada, letting it trail a long line.

Others also hung on the side in mid-air, posing like they’re lying down. It’s showy, yet quite handsome.

The main theme was all about showing off skills.

The surrounding tourists were exclaiming in surprise and continuously taking photos.

[Is this a practice session for riding in the grasslands?]

[You say you don’t ride horses to school, but now you’re doing stunts!]

[Wow, so riding a horse can be played like this!]

[Indeed, everyone in the grasslands knows how to ride a horse!]

The live stream viewers were also speaking up.

This Nadamu Festival has established that the Mongolian People excel in horse riding, archery, and wrestling.

Many Mongolians who grew up in the city, whose bodies are no different from the Han People, kept explaining:

"Not everyone can ride a horse or shoot; we don’t ride horses, nor do we live in Mongolian yurts; we’re no different from the Han People."

But no one listened.

With such grand riding displays, how can you say you can’t ride?

The fancy equestrian stunts brought the on-site atmosphere to a peak.

After watching the performances, people went outside to enjoy the horse racing competition.

The horse racing rules are simple: start from the starting point and run around the big circle formed by flags.

Tourists and media are within the big circle.

The races are divided into two levels: three thousand meters and five thousand meters. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

The five-thousand-meter race is for adults, and the three-thousand-meter race is for youths aged sixteen to eighteen.

For the three-thousand-meter race, the horses are not given feed ten days before the competition; they are only given nutrients to make the horses’ physique look better and muscle lines more visible.

The running speed won’t be affected too much.

Some riders in the five-thousand-meter race also do this, but Jiang Feng doesn’t like such tech products, so Red Hare continues to eat feed.

The youth’s horse riding is quite a sight.

All are charming young people, all are the hopes of the grassland.

They are referred to as the eagles of the grassland.

They are dressed in Mongolian attire, with a strong and spirited appearance.

While the youths were competing, Jiang Feng also had time to chat with the live stream viewers.

"That is the youth category competition. Don’t underestimate them; there’s even been an eight-year-old girl who came in second place in a horse racing competition."

"The horsemanship talent of the Mongolian people is impressive."

Jiang Feng told everyone.

After speaking, he sighed, "Youth is wonderful!"

Seeing Jiang Feng so leisurely explaining others’ competition, the viewers responded one after another:

[What? Eight years old?]

[Host, didn’t you just graduate from college a year ago? You think you’re not young?]

[Seems like horsemanship truly requires talent, and the reputation of the horse-riding nation is well-deserved!]

[No worries, there are many Han People, we have experts in everything, we’re strong too!]

The bullet comments were exceptionally lively.

Horse racing is thrilling.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t be one of the sports favored by the wealthy.

The feeling of horses chasing each other is enough to make one’s blood pump with excitement.

Red Hare stood not far, watching the galloping horses in the field.

Its front hooves lightly lifted and fell again, breathing heavily.

It was obvious that Red Hare was very excited.

It’s a naturally competitive horse that loves fierce competition.

Initially, in the wild, it showed a strong desire to compete, which led to being driven out by the leader of the wild horse herd.

Now, with a race to compete in, it was even more excited.

On the three-thousand-meter track, the horses chased one another, creating a lively scene.

Horses raced past the track in front of the tourists, creating a gust of wind, garnering exclamations from them.

When the three-thousand-meter race ended, the five-thousand-meter seed riders took to the field.

Jiang Feng rode a red horse, going to the starting line, ready to make a move.