Got everything done.

That night, Wang Kui and Zhao Zhongheng took all the equipment and took the flight of the magic capital and flew directly to Bayan Zhuoer Tianjitai Airport.

Arrived at the local area, it was exactly ten o'clock in the evening.

Bayar was very sincere and drove to the airport to pick him up.

He looked like the voice on the phone, in his thirties, typical Mongolian characteristics, tall and strong, very white skin, wearing a string of stars and moon Bodhi necklace around his neck, after meeting, he first said hello, and then was attracted by the domineering appearance: "Brother, you dog, you look quite fierce!

"...... in the Mountains"

Wang Kui explained a few words briefly.

The more Bayard looked at it, the more he liked it.

When we got to the parking lot, it was a black Range Rover Executive, which was big enough to put a lot of stuff.

He was very good at talking, and after chatting all the way, he learned that the ranch was owned by Bayar's father, because he wanted to do a sand business and needed money, so his father sold some of the sheep.

From the airport, return to Bayanzhuor city.

On both sides of the road, there are basically endless woods, as well as a small river rippling with the moonlight, and on the water, from time to time, there will be a few white-haired and black-edged birds and gulls, flapping their wings and frolicking.

In Mukden and the Demon Capital, it is rare to see such beautiful greenery.

Trees and lakes can be found everywhere in the city, but there are also many high-rise buildings, and the constant flow of people on the streets adds a lot of life to the city.

Bayard arranged for the two to have a meal and stay at a nearby hotel.

Early the next morning.

They drove off on time and headed northeast to the Urat grassland, the largest in the Bayanzhuor steppe, where his family's Xilin Ranch was located.

Because the road needed to bypass Yin Mountain, Bayar drove all morning before he saw the pasture.

Inside the car.

Wang Kui took out the recorder and clicked on the live broadcast.

Meanwhile.

The cover live broadcast of Tiger Outdoor's homepage suddenly added his live broadcast room page:

The modern version of the Silk Road?Look at the Laokui wilderness: Inner Mongolia hunts 10,000 herds!

Today is Monday.

There weren't many people watching the live broadcast in the morning.

But he couldn't stand the tiger fish and put a lot of effort into his premiere promotion, and a day in advance, he sent a small speaker advertisement.

plus Zhao Zhongheng's new fans on Weibo and Douyin in the past few days.

As soon as I opened the live broadcast room, hundreds of people crowded into the room!

[Finally got up until Lao Kui started broadcasting!]

[May I ask if this is the fierce man who scares the bear and the leopard?]

[Do you have a tiger? I want to see a tiger!]

[Bloody shots? Hold the grass, is it so real?]

......

Because it is recommended on the homepage, many new passers-by have come in, and they noticed that in the lower left corner of Lao Kui's live broadcast room, there is a line of translucent font reminder:

"All behaviors in the live broadcast room have been legally recorded, and may involve slight blood, violence and other scenes, please watch as appropriate, and do not imitate. ”

Wang Kui looked at the more and more people gathered, laughed, and said: "Hello new sailors, I'm Wang Kui, an outdoor wilderness anchor, a professional hunter, follow my live broadcast, you will see all kinds of thrilling hunting that ordinary people can't experience!"

"Our current location is on the road to the Bayanzor Urat grassland, and after a while, you will see the magnificent scene of endless grasslands and tens of thousands of herds......

After a few brief opening remarks, he turned the camera out the window.

The grasslands of Inner Mongolia are indeed beautiful.

Although the Urat steppe is a semi-desert grassland, it is now in the middle of summer and the greenery is very lush.

On both sides of the river, the grass is green and green, the blue sky looks like the felt tent where the herdsmen live, it is connected with the earth on all sides, as far as the eye can see, the green field is vast, the wind blows, the grass lowers its head, and even groups of cattle and sheep can be seen disappearing from time to time.

Bayard drove the car straight into the pasture.

You can see that there are all circles of cattle and sheep driven by the herdsmen, and even a lot of brown and black horses.

In the center of the ranch, there are several large yurts made of white tarpaulin.

Xu heard the sound of a car.

The curtain of the yurt door was lifted, and a middle-aged man in his fifties appeared wearing a green cloth robe and blue satin pants.

The uncle's hair is sloppy, and he has passed the age of knowing his fate, but his body bones are still tough, his face is dry and wrinkled, his cheeks are red, there is a strand of middle air, and a long black and gray beard is swaying in the wind, so uncomfortable.

Wang Kui and a few people got out of the car.

A fresh scent of mud and grass, mixed with a slight smell of sheep dung, suddenly penetrated into the nose.

"Moo......"

"Baa ......"

Beside him, there were a few cries of cattle and sheep from time to time, Zhao Zhongheng closed his eyes, he didn't need to look, just smelling the smell and listening to the sound, he could sketch a picture of "the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep" in his mind.

With so many sheep and cows, who knows how much it will cost?】

[Lao Kui's employer this time is a real local tyrant!]

[My family is from Inner Mongolia, just this turf, 1,000 acres of 500 sheep, rent a year to get 200,000, I look at this scale, there must be tens of thousands of acres!]

[This is too rich, right?]

Bayar took two quick steps and introduced: "This is the manager of my family's ranch, just call Uncle Silan......"

Uncle Silan looked at Wang Kui, his face was cheerful and sunny, but he was ruthless in his bones, especially the pair of godly eyes, which were extremely aggressive.

A good hunter!

Wang Kui also felt that this old herdsman in charge was not ordinary.

In Mongolian, Arislan means lion, and if you can use Silan as a name, when you are young, you must be a ruthless horn!

He said hello.

Uncle Silan smiled and greeted him from the right, "Let's go, little brother, pick the horse first......"

Several people drove the car.

From the yurt to the horse farm.

Boy.

In addition to TV, the audience in the live broadcast room has never seen so many horses in reality, all of them are fat and strong, and they make a few chirps from time to time, some are brown, some are jujube red, and there are white, and there are countless of them.

"This isn't a purebred Mongolian horse...... right?"

Wang Kui looked at the characteristics of these horses, and they were generally taller than Mongolian horses, because Mongolian horses belong to a small breed, but judging from the appearance of the skulls and hooves, they meet some characteristics of Mongolian horses.

"Good eyesight!"

Uncle Silan couldn't help but admire, and immediately touched a horse beside him, "This is what I researched with Bayar's father, using three hippos and Mongolian wild horses to crossbreed, take the body of three rivers, Mongolian bravery, but the personality is a little irritable......"

"Yu Yu Yu ......"

As he was saying this, suddenly, one of the brown and black strong horses, which was nearly 1.6 meters high at the shoulder and weighed hundreds of kilograms, suddenly raised his head and raised his front feet and neighed.

"Be careful!"

Wang Kui stretched out his hand to stop everyone, looked at this mixed-breed black horse, and looked forward to it, "What a grumpy, Uncle Silan, that's it!"

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