Four people were really suffering from crowding in this all-4-racing. After all, there were only two seats in the car. There were three spare tires in the rear compartment, and some tents and Danshui were stuffed in the gap, so there were only two people sitting in the small open space behind the seat. Fortunately, Qi Kun didn't come, otherwise he would have no place to sit!

But looking at the ghost weather outside, the four of them chewing dried beef together, I felt much better.

"Who will tell me that the dried beef in Mongolia is not delicious in the future, and I will fight with anyone!" Hu Erlang said: "There was a girl in the store who brought me some dried beef that time, saying it was pure Inner Mongolia dry beef, but what kind of thing is it!"

Xiao Peng smiled and said, "Don't you think the 99-two kilograms of Mongolian dried beef on Pinxixi is real, right? That's not enough! It's 151 kilograms to buy in pastoral areas, but it's cheaper to go to the mainland? What an international joke!"

Yang Meng also nodded and said, "I'm afraid the best meat in the world is here! Those who say that mutton has a strong smell of mutton should come here to try the real mutton, but there is no mutton smell!"

When everyone heard Yang Meng's words, they nodded together.

"Well, I think Inner Mongolians love animals the most! That's a meal!" Long Teng said: "I was thinking that the wolf blood sausage and roasted wolf legs I ate that day were really full of aftertaste."

After hearing this, Yang Meng compared her hand to her mouth...

Inner Mongolia is very long, and the gap between the east and west is too big. In the west, there are many people who passed by when they were "walking to the west", so the customs and accents are very similar to Shanxi; while the customs and customs in the east are very similar to those in the northeast.

The blood sausage that Mongolians like very much is a must-have food for almost every household. It is to pour sheep blood into the large intestine to make an enema, and cook it for more than ten minutes.

When they were passing by a pastoral area, the local owners were entertaining them in addition to traditional Inner Mongolia cuisine such as hand-held meat, there were also very rare wolf blood sausages and roasted wolf legs.

Inner Mongolia grassland wolves were once extinct in China, but now, as the environmental protection work in the Han Dynasty is getting better and better, the Inner Mongolia grassland wolves have recovered their traces, but the number is not large. There are about a few thousand of them in all ethnic groups, and they are listed as national second-class protected animals.

Of course, this number of wolves will also cause a lot of damage. Every year, these wolves will cause considerable impact in pastoral areas. The armed police will help drive these wolves to Outer Mongolia...

Cough cough cough cough cough cough.

There are also some small wolves that have not been driven away and will go to the herdsmen to destroy them. Yang Meng and the others are now in Xilingol League, which is a severely attacked by wolves. Sheep from herdsmen are often bitten to death. For example, there was a tragedy in Abaga Banner where 288 sheep were bitten to death in a week, and even wolves attacked people many times.

Although grassland wolves are now protected by animals and cannot be hunted at will, when did the herdsmen consider these things? If you want to die, I am still abusive to your problems? What do you admire and worship wolves? It’s nonsense! You basically kill wolves without mercy - just read a book like "Wolf Totem". The contents in the books are the same, but in reality they are the same.

Yang Meng and the others were lucky enough to eat wolf blood sausage and roasted wolf legs - to be honest, the taste is really average, the meat is tight and thick, but it may be due to psychological factors, which always feels endless aftertaste.

Of course, it is a protective animal after all, so...

Shh!

"Oh, don't mention the wolf blood sausage and roasted wolf legs, I want to eat something hot!" Hu Er said in a daze.

Xiao Peng blinked: "Or what if you go down and set up a tent and make a fire in the tent?"

Hu Erling pointed his middle finger: "What international joke? I didn't wait for my tent to cure it and insisted on the hail to cause a concussion. How many months have passed? It's just this ghost weather? It rains three days and winds two days. Are we still wearing short-sleeved sleeves at home? We have to wear coats here!"

Xiao Peng looked out the weather and said, "Fortunately, the hail is not big, it's just a soybean pellet. I'm not scaring you. If it's so big, it's enough for us to drink two pots!"

"Shut up! Crow's mouth!" The other three people in the car started roaring together.

Xiao Peng shrugged: "Look at you being nervous, what's the matter? If someone knocks on our car window at this time, that would be scary!"

As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of knocking on the car glass. The three of them began to think it was the sound of hail knocking on the window. However, they tilted their heads and saw the four of them being shocked: they were lying on the window and looking into the car!

"Damn, what the hell?" Xiao Peng jumped up in fear and hit the roof of the car to cover his head: "It hurts."

Yang Meng was quite calm. He saw clearly that there was a man wearing a vinyl raincoat outside. Seeing Yang Meng keep pointing down, signaling Yang Meng to roll down the car window.

Yang Meng rolled down the car window, and the cold wind and rain rushed in with hail, "Is there anything wrong?"

"I need help, my car broke down, a few kilometers behind!" said the man: "If I hadn't met you, I would have walked more than 30 kilometers. Thanks to Tengger for letting me meet you!"

This should be a herdsman. Nowadays, many herdsmen still maintain the faith of shamanism. Whenever they encounter important things, they will pray to God for blessings. "Then they will be called heaven." In Mongolian words, "Tengri" means heaven. There is a motorcycle parked behind him------There are many herdsmen in the pastoral area riding motorcycles.

But riding a motorcycle this day is not a comfortable thing. It looks very embarrassed when you look at the man!

Yang Meng scratched her head: "Of course, or you get in the car? Give us the way?" He said this and looked helpless at the carriage behind him. This man was a standard Mongolian man, with a height of at least 200 kilograms!

Hu Erlang asked in confusion: "I said Mengmeng, it's okay to let him get in the car, but where are you sitting?"

Yang Meng thought for a moment: "Open the spare tire behind first and put it with our motorcycle, and come back later and pick it up!"

Xiao Peng lowered his voice and asked Yang Meng: "Mengmeng, you have thought about it. Didn't you lure the tiger away from the mountain to steal our motorcycle? If he could really find someone to help, why didn't he borrow a mobile phone from us?"

The two of their motorcycles were also covered with canvas and parked next to the car to prevent hail. What should I do if someone steals it?

"Okay, think about the world better! Not all pastoral areas have mobile phone signals." After Yang Meng finished speaking, she opened the car door and got out of the car.

Xiao Peng also got out of the car with him: "Okay, let's just come, don't get wet in the rain!" After saying that, he compared his middle finger to Yang Meng: "I'm better than you, right? You're doing all the dirty things! Alas!"

This soybean-sized hail strikes the head and it hurts, right?

The two went to the car with the man and opened the rear door, moved out the three spare tires inside to free up a space. Xiao Peng sat in directly: "I'm just here!"

Yang Meng asked the man named 'Bubaicang' to take the co-pilot' to guide the way, and he drove along the direction he pointed. After all, it was dark now, and the storm and hail were storms, and the car was not fast. After driving for about half an hour, even Yang Meng began to suspect that the man was lying to him, but Bubaicang pointed in front: "It's there!"

Yang Meng was confused. Even with the headlights turned on, he couldn't see anything! But he drove along the direction of the man's finger, and he actually saw an old Dongfeng pickup truck.

"I'll go, how can you remember the clear road?" Yang Meng said in shock

Bubaicang grinned and said, "This is my home, where I grow up. If I can't even do this, wouldn't it be in vain?"

Yang Meng stretched out his thumb and turned the car to the front of the pickup truck. There was a tow hook behind his all-4-racing car and a tow rod on the car--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

After they found the motorcycle and put it on a small pickup truck, they continued to rush on----- this time the goal was Bubaicang's home.

The road conditions are not good, the weather is not good, and there is also a car behind. The car slowly advanced for more than an hour before reaching the home of Bubaicang.

When he arrived at Bubaicang's home, Yang Meng and others were stunned----If he saw that another herder's home was a luxurious apartment, then Bubaicang's home was simply a palace!

"This is too big, right?" Yang Meng and others were dumbfounded after getting off the car--it took at least five minutes from their entry gate to the parking garage!

Bu Baicang took off his yukata and smiled: "The house was not that big, but it became bigger and bigger. After all, there were many children in the family. I have seven children!"

After hearing this, Yang Meng and others couldn't stop talking: Seven children? Is it okay if they live here with seventy children?

But Bubaicang shouted at this time.

Yang Meng and others don’t understand this meaning, it should be in Mongolian.

After a while, a woman came out of the room. Bu Baicang and he talked to him for a long time and explained to Yang Meng: "This is my lover Qimuge. She can't speak Chinese and only speak Mongolian. She said thank you for your help and hope you must stay and be a guest!"

After hearing this, Yang Meng laughed and said, "If you drive us away in such weather, we won't leave!"

Bu Baicang also laughed loudly and translated Yang Meng's words to Qimuge. After hearing this, Qimuge laughed and said something to Yang Meng. Bu Baicang smiled and said, "My lover said: People like you are the best guests! She likes you! She arranged a room for you, take a hot bath and rest, and Qimuge will prepare some delicious food for you later. I'll have a few drinks with you!"

"I'll go! Life in the pastoral area is so good now, right?" Hu Erling sighed.

Bubaicang smiled and said, "There are also gaps between the rich and the poor in the pastoral areas, and there are also people who insist on living in yurts and riding a horse. And I am just lucky."

"Good luck?" Yang Meng was confused.

"A part of my pasture has been planned to be included in the wind power development project. According to the compensation plan, I got about eight million. So I was lucky!"
Chapter completed!