The sound simulated by the vocal organs is sharp, the kind of sound that is about to break, only a weak thin dog can have.
If you don’t look at the person and just listen to the voice, you can imagine a skinny guy with a weak body and a weak body, pulling his neck and shouting.
This kind of accent can weaken the aura of Zhao Chuanxin's tall stature.
Sure enough, Bayar and Qimuge, or Yokokawa Yoshiro, did not notice anything wrong.
Zhao Chuanxin thought that the fishing was good and he brought back the lost fish.
But Bayar Bor was not willing to spend the wasted money, so he also went to buy a lamb from a herdsman and roasted it himself.
The old man had a bit of stubbornness in his bones. He asked the herdsmen for dried cow dung, lit it on fire near Zhao Chuanxin, and slowly roasted the skinned lamb.
It’s really clean and hygienic.
Zhao Chuanxin was downwind, almost crying from the strange smell of burning cow dung.
The vocal organ screamed "Okay, okay, you are so careful, right?"
He took wood, set up the charcoal stove, and quickly moved to the wind of the two of them.
The meat skewers were already cooked. Zhao Chuanxin picked up a fork, picked up a handful of wet grass and threw it into the charcoal stove.
Suddenly, thick smoke billowed, covering the bodies of Master and Disciple Bayar Bo'e.
The two of them were choked and coughing in the thick smoke.
Zhao Chuanxin was playing with the skewers and shaking his legs for fun.
The wind in the grassland had no direction. It just choked them for a moment and then turned elsewhere.
Bayar Bo's forehead and Yokokawa Yoshiro Kaoru's disgraced face.
But Zhao Chuanxin was still regretful that he didn't choke them half to death
He chewed a piece of meat tendon, but after a long while of chewing it, he spit out the charcoal. furnace.
Bayar frowned when he saw it, "You are so disrespectful to the flames. Sooner or later you will be punished by the God of Fire."
They worship fire and cannot When baking boots on the stove, you are not allowed to step over the fire, blow your pipe on the stove, use a knife to pick the flames, or throw stolen goods into the fire. There are a lot of taboos about fire.
As for cow dung, they believe that cow dung is clean and can even be used to brush greasy pots and porcelain after meals.
And Yokokawa Yoshiro had a languid expression and seemed to be very impatient with the red tape in Bayar.
Zhao Chuanxin stroked another string and said, "It's okay. If you accumulate virtue and I commit sin, we will cancel it out."
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What is this? Logic
Zhao Chuanxin took a sip of kvass with a certain concentration and enjoyed it very much.
There are only herdsmen’s tents nearby and no car shops.
Looking at it, Bayarbor and the others were going to spend the night by the campfire after finishing their meal.
Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while. The grassland was vast and it was the peak season. The tall weeds could easily block his sight. If the two of them ran away, it would be difficult to chase them.
So I am going to spend the night here., staring at the two of them step by step.
At this time, a little boy walked out of the yurt, round and round like a potato.
He was behind Zhao Chuanxin, looking eagerly at the meat skewers in his hand.
Zhao Chuanxin looked at the boy's parents, who were busy dealing with the dead sheep in the night and seemed to have no time to cook.
After thinking for a while, he gave the remaining meat skewers to Fatty.
The fat little boy was so silly that he took it and ate it without saying thanks.
Zhao Chuanxin took out a foldable saddle with a backrest and sat down, stretched out his legs, lit a cigarette, and unconsciously rubbed the lambskin that had just been peeled off, it was very soft.
There were only a few meat skewers left, which were probably just enough to make me fat and appetizing. I wolfed them down. When I saw that there were no more meat skewers in Zhao Chuanxin’s hand, I sat down next to Zhao Chuanxin and murmured. One sentence.
Zhao Chuanxin was confused and couldn't understand.
But I heard Bayar, who was still struggling to roast a whole lamb with cow dung, said, "He said, do you like lamb?"
Zhao Chuanxin said to you, Strangely enough, I even helped with the translation.
While flossing, he blew out the smoke and said lightly, "It's necessary. I like all kinds of animals except humans, and I can't miss them with every meal."
Bayar's forehead ""
Are you sure that's what the child meant?
He translated it to Fatty, who scratched his head and said another sentence.
Bayar's translation: "He said he has tea bricks at home, and he can cut out a piece for you to make tea."
The chubby little boy had no neck, so Zhao Chuanxin patted him "Go quickly, get more," said the back, "I only eat meat and don't like digesting it."
The fat boy got up and ran away.
Bayar's forehead said, "He is young and ignorant, so you are taking advantage of him without telling me."
Zhao Chuanxin's cowboy hat was still held low, and he chuckled, "Everyone They are all hypocritical, and true gentlemen like me are rare. He will have to pay the price if he eats my mutton skewers. Only villains can be as magnanimous as I am."
At this time, Yokokawa Yoshiro sneered, "That kid is so stupid, you can fool him with your words." They must look at the next generation more clearly than the previous generation. Why is this kid looking for me instead of you when he hasn't eaten? Maybe the fat boy has already seen that you have ulterior motives."
Yokokawa Yoshiro felt confused. Tight, he snorted coldly, "How dare you, a philistine like you, look down on others?"
Zhao Chuanxin raised his head, revealing half of his chin, and his eyes saw the sky through the brim of his hat. The dark clouds cleared away, revealing the clear starry sky again.
He said, "Feng Yue is in business, and the world is at ease. In my life, I have killed people, set fires, lied, and slept with women, but no matter what I do, I have no regrets.
You This bitch is so bad that it oozes pus. I'm afraid he can't even sleep and eat well on weekdays."
"You" Yokokawa Yoshiro is no match for Zhao Chuanxin in terms of words.
The nose is so hung up and crooked.
But Bayar, an old fellow, stared at the beard on Zhao Chuanxin’s chin and narrowed his eyes.
At this time, the outer layer of the lamb they roasted was also cooked.
Yokokawa Yoshiro turned his anger into appetite, tore off the dry mutton and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowing it in large gulps.
He hasn't eaten anything good on the road these days, and his stomach is extremely short of fuel and water.
Bayar Bor'e said, "Qimuge, please eat more slowly. Meng and Tengger will not like us overeating. The Han people also say that you should not eat too much of a good thing."
Menghe Tengger is the Changshengtian, the highest god of the grassland.
Yoshiro Yokokawa suddenly went berserk, with a ferocious face, "Open your mouth to talk about Meng He and Tengger, but close your mouth to live forever. My wound has festered. Why didn't the gods let me heal? How can I recover if I don't eat more meat?"
Bayar was speechless.
Sometimes, when you dance to pray for the gods to protect you, the gods will fail.
The atmosphere was cold, except for the beeping sound of the bonfire.
Zhao Chuanxin boiled the kettle on the charcoal stove and opened the lid.
Pang Xiao also brought tea bricks.
Tea is as important to grassland people as cattle and sheep.
The fat boy broke off the fist-sized piece, with marks of being hit by a knife on it.
Zhao Chuanxin divided one-third of the money and stuffed the rest back into the fat little hand, "That's enough."
Then he got the rest from another child a few days ago. I gave the rest of the milk bricks to Fatty.
This thing is not particularly attractive to fat little people, but it can also satisfy hunger.
The people on the grassland are actually very tough and only need a little food to survive. During the lean season, it is common to go hungry and have a full meal.
The fat boy suddenly pointed at a corner of the moon on the horizon. He stretched out his hand as if to pull the moon out, and made a straining sound like he couldn't poop out.
Zhao Chuanxin said in his heart that his ability to enjoy himself was almost as good as his own.
He will not regard this behavior as stupidity.
The happiness that children get is logical and self-consistent, but adults have lost this ability.
But Zhao Chuanxin has not yet, so he likes children, and children usually like him.
But Yokokawa Yoshiro's heart was filled with pain. This is the fate of a villain.
At this time, Bayar looked at the fat boy who was looking at the moon and suddenly turned around and asked Zhao Chuanxin, "Why do you think the juniors can see the seniors more clearly?"
"Because the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, every time a new generation is replaced, a piece of history is updated. Using people as a mirror can help us know gains and losses; using history as a mirror, we can know the ups and downs." Zhao Chuanxin added, "Like me, we have to do it every day Read the Spring and Autumn Annals."
As he said this, he took out a copy of the Spring and Autumn Annals from somewhere, opened it and shook his head.
Bayar's forehead ""
The more Yokogawa Yoshiro looked at Zhao Chuanxin, the more he disliked him.
He couldn't describe it, because there was no word "pretentious" at this time.
So he ate meat fiercely.
But you will choke if you eat meat.
Especially when Zhao Chuanxin poured two cups of tea, and Fatty held the glass and drank the tea with a hiss.
Yokokawa Yoshiro choked even more, rolled his eyes, and was slapped on the back several times by Bayar before he calmed down.
Bayar has no heirs, so he really cares about this apprentice.
It’s just that this old guy gave his care to the wrong person.
At this time, a wolf howled was heard not far away.
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