Early the next morning, Nasha and the others left.

Caizi drove Hashun Gerili's new car and also went out of the house, and the two of them went to the Tai Chi Hall to practice Tai Chi, and there were not many people who came to practice boxing today. When I asked, I found out that many people also took advantage of the November Golden Week to travel.

Coming out of the Tai Chi Pavilion, Caizi and Hashun Ge Rili went to the Golden Cake Tofu Brain Shop to eat breakfast as usual.

Hashun Gerili asked, "Genius, why don't we also go on a trip?"

Caizi looked at Hashun Gerili and blinked, feeling that what Hashun Geri Li said made sense. smiled and said, "Go, where do you want to go?"

"The Hiramouren savannah. ”

Caizi was shocked when she heard this! Hashun Gerri Li had always been hostile to the Xilamuren steppe, so how could she propose to travel there today?

The genius looked at Hashun Gerili's expression and said, "Hashun Gerili, do you really want to go to the Xilamuren Prairie?"

"Nonsense, I don't want to go and say what are you doing there?"

"Okay! Let's go. ”

After returning home and making preparations, Caizi arranged the affairs of the company and booked the plane ticket, which was the next morning at 8 o'clock. They didn't drive there because Caizi felt that driving was too tiring.

The autumn clouds are white everywhere, the sky is blue and blue, the plane flies over Hohhot, looking down from the sky, the mountains and the earth under the white clouds are getting greener, some are fresh and tender, some are deep, and the undulating mountain beams and the sheep surging like the "waves" and "flowers" can be faintly seen.

When the two got off the plane, Caizi immediately called the Prairie Story newspaper, like the editor-in-chief asked for a car.

The driver, Xiao Liu, quickly drove the small jeep that Caizi bought for the newspaper and took over the car, but Caizi was not in a hurry to go deep into the grassland.

Because at this time, Lao Hai's car has not yet arrived. He wanted to join Lao Hai's car and go to the grassland to play together.

Caizi picked up the phone and was about to call, but was stopped by Hashun Gerili and said, "Are you calling Nasha?"

"Hmm!"

"Let's go alone! Let the kids play on their own. ”

Caizi blinked and thought, too, after finishing with Nasha, Hashun Gerili and himself couldn't let go, so Caizi nodded. Looking at Hashun Gerili and asking, "Then where are we two going to travel?"

"Go to the Xilamuren Prairie! By the way, let's see the old girl's sister again!"

Caizi was shocked when he heard this! Could it be that Hashun Gerili is here to make trouble? Caizi was unhappy in his heart.

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Lao Hai's car also drove into the edge of the Xilamuren prairie at this time, Nasha took out the tourist map, and everyone began to talk about going there first and then there.

Bowes Riguleng sat in the back seat of the car, looking at the scenery outside the car window, and the new 'tide' was surging! Because she was so familiar with this land! How familiar she was with the grassland!

"Oh, is this the same as a few years ago when I wandered among the green grass and fresh 'flowers', and enjoyed the vast and endless grassland of that day?"

A long-lost longing and closeness to the grassland suddenly jumped from the bottom of Bosri Guleng's heart.

She can't name her here, looking at the generous, 'fine' deep and broad, thought-provoking mountain, Bos Rigu's cold heart is rising and falling.

When the mountains are gradually left behind, the vast grasslands begin to spread to the horizon, and the herds of cattle and sheep begin to increase, this is the Xilamuren Prairie!

Like a mother, Shelamuren greeted them with her arms outstretched. As we approach late autumn, the grass is no longer green, but it is full of golden seeds, ready for the next year's 'spring' day.

In front of him is a wide grassland, Lao Hai parked the car, let everyone get off the car first, and then go to the shepherd's house not far away to see the life of the herdsman.

This group of energetic young people shouted and rushed into the embrace of the grassland.

Stepping on the soft grass, the breeze ushered in the breeze accompanied by the scent of grass, and the psychology of Bosi Rigu Leng was the most complicated.

She looked around, the field was boundless, and the white clouds lined the blue sky. On the ground level, the yellow and green pastures are pure and elegant in front of you. These people ran to the grassland, they were really the lambs of joy, and Bosri Guleng suddenly felt that his 'mind' was open, and his sorrow was scattered.

It's been six or seven years, she hasn't been back here for six or seven years, she is like a fish basking on the riverbed, and today she finally waited for the sweet water!

In front of the 'Mongolian' ancient bag of the shepherd's house, Bosi Rigu looked at the young 'girl' wearing the costume of the 'Mongolian' tribe singing and dancing, and his heart was like a 'flower'. This is the scenery I want to see!

One of Nasha's male classmates came to Bosri Gulen and asked, "Bosi Rigulen, do you know how to dance the 'Mongolian' ancient dance?"

Bao Si Rigu shook his head coldly, she was not like other 'Mongolian' ancient girls since she was a child, she rarely came out of 'Mongolian' ancient bags, she rarely had contact with the outside world, she had not learned 'Mongolian' ancient dance, which he felt very sorry for.

"What about the 'Mongolian' ancient songs?" one of Nasha's male classmates continued.

"Singing I will. ”

"I'm talking about pure 'Mongolian' ancient ethnic songs, not 'Mongolian' ancient ethnic songs sung in Chinese. ”

Bosrigu sneered and said, "I can write a few." ”

"Then you can understand the songs they sing?"

Bosri nodded coldly.

While listening to the melodious grassland folk songs, while tasting the 'milk' tea held by the enthusiastic grassland girl, the hospitality etiquette of the grassland infected each of us.

Nasha and Bosi Rigulen, like the rest of their classmates, were learning with the reception of the 'Mongolian' tribe.

After all, they are all beginners, and their clumsiness makes the onlookers laugh!

Lao Hai, the logistics parent, is indeed qualified, they are finished, but he is arranging meals!

Then the young men rode horses and 'shot' arrows, and after a toss, they were tired enough.

Dinner is ready, roast lamb 'legs', fried lamb chops, boiled lamb heart, boiled lamb liver, lamb lungs, and lamb blood sausage are all delicious on the sheep.

The male classmate held a large bowl of horse 'milk' wine, and tried his best to persuade the 'female' students around him to drink some too. Some of the 'female' students couldn't help but be persuaded to start drinking.

After three rounds of wine, the matouqin sounded, the male and female singers took turns to perform songs, and several young 'women' came to the table to present Hada and wine to each guest.

One of Nasha's male classmates took the mare's 'milk' wine from a little girl from the 'Meng' tribe and said thank you and drank it all in one gulp. Stopped by Bosri Gulen.

"If you drink like this, the little girl of the 'Mongolian' tribe will pour you wine until you drink it and lie down." ”

The male classmate looked at Bosi Rigu Leng with a smile and said, "Oh, are there rules for drinking here?"

"Well, I'll teach you. ”

After saying that, Bosi Riguleng took the full wine bowl, dipped the ring finger of his right hand in the sake and flicked it upward, then dipped it, flicked it down, dipped it three times, and flicked it forward, and then put a little on the girl's forehead, lightly 'kissed' her face, and then said to the boy: "After doing this, you can drink it all, and you will be fine when you drink." ”

The boy nodded, and the little girl of the 'Mongolian' ancient tribe continued to say in the cold words of Bao Si Rigulen: "This kind of drinking is, playing up to the sky, playing down to respect the earth, and bless the people when you play forward." Drink and kiss on the girl's forehead, which means that you are beautiful and we all like you. ”

When Nasha arrived, she snatched the wine bowl from the hand of another 'Mongolian' ancient girl, brought it to the other boy and said, "Come on, I am here a 'Mongolian' ancient girl, I salute you with a bowl of wine." ”

The boy looked at Nasha, winked and said, "Nasha, are you trying to drink me too much?"

"Fool, if you don't drink me, I'll drink it!"

The boy looked at the group, picked up the wine bowl embarrassedly, and finished it according to what Bos Riguleng had just said, and took a big sip of wine. Then he started coughing.

Hahaha--- everyone burst into laughter---

For thousands of years, this land has always continued this simple folk customs and pure folk feelings!

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