In the end, Olia had to go back to the carriage and settle the problem with a bucket of braised beef instant noodles that I gave him.

I sat on Ollya's bed and looked out the train window, and the sound of Ollia snoring and eating instant noodles was in my ears. I prefer the hard sleeper car to the high bag, one is that there are more people, and I can hear a lot of interesting things and meet interesting people here, and the other is that Monica has been running to the high bag recently, and I am a large light bulb in the high bag.

Russia is big, I knew this in junior high school. At that time, I had to memorize some strange things in geography class, such as the world's largest ocean is the Pacific Ocean, the largest country is Russia, and so on.

But now that I have actually entered Russia, I have realized how big the largest country in the world is, with a population of 140 million living on 17 million square kilometers, which means that the country has almost two Chinese lands and only one-tenth of the Chinese population.

The train went all the way forward, and there was almost wasteland on both sides, and there were few towns and villages. Such a scene is magnificent once or twice, and it becomes desolate when you see it too much.

The train arrived in Irkutsk and stopped in Irkutsk for more than twenty minutes. Here the number of railroad tracks on the ground increased to four or five, and the wires in the sky became nets, and seven or eight railroad workers in orange clothes stood in a row on the side of the road, watching the international train speeding by.

There were dark red freight trains parked on the railway line, with containers, gasoline fillers, cranes, etc., and I saw green passenger trains, which were empty. Two or three storey buildings began to appear on the ground, and there were a lot of cars parked in the middle of the ground, and I guess Irkutsk was probably a transit station or something.

There were about two dozen Russians standing on the platform, and I saw a yellow face get off the train, and the Russians immediately swarmed around him.

I saw the yellow-faced man with a smile on his face handing over a few pieces of clothes and a few packs of cigarettes to a few Russians while collecting money, and suddenly remembered what Lao Chen said to me about the dumping master.

"There are a lot of people on this train, and the small station where the train stops often becomes a place where they make a fortune. Before they arrived in Moscow, these bad men exchanged their things for a lot of rubles. Because there were more merchants and more money in the car, robbery and theft were more rampant. In the past few years, it has been a lot better, when this train, a Russian man came up from Moscow, with two Russian girls, from Moscow to Beijing, has been providing that kind of service to passengers; And these grandsons also prostitute themselves arrogantly, and said that they were revenge for the loss of so many northern territories in China...... Gee...... It's a help to a grandson. ”

At that time, I smiled and jokingly asked Lao Chen if he had a girl called Russia, Lao Chen took a hard puff of cigarette, looked at me and said lightly: "I'm afraid of being embarrassed." ”

The train occasionally passes through a few cities, and when the train passes through them, I always immediately see the towering chimneys, the cranes that look like giants, and the stout oil pipelines. I can't help but sigh at the abundance of natural resources and the developed heavy industry of Russia, and at the same time I sigh and at the same time smack my tongue in my heart, such a vast territory, Russia is still expanding into the Arctic......

In my opinion, Russia's economic development model should be very simple: find an oil field, coal field, gas field, or forest area, sit down to exploit it, process it and sell it, this energy-based development model seems to be replicated in both Siberia and the Far East. Where is like China, I don't know how many cities are worried about the development model, seeking industrial transformation, pinning their hopes on tourism, service industry and so on. The various pressures that China is under have determined that China will "intensively cultivate" its development model, and Russia will not need to do so for a few decades, which is probably both its advantage and its disadvantage.

When his mind was opened, Crewe's voice suddenly sounded outside the box, "Hey Li, you are here?" Want to drink kvass? I bought it in the food truck. ”

I turned my head to see Crewe holding a can of aluminum with Russian written in one hand, and Monica put her arm around Crewe's waist and her face flushed and resting her head on Crewe's shoulder.

I gritted my teeth and said, "Of course, thank you." ”

Crewe smiled and said hello to Ollia and then sat down next to me and handed Kvash to me, I looked at Monica, who was half-leaning on Krewe's body, and opened Kvass's sip with a cold snort.

Thinking with his toes, Lao Tzu also knows what these two people did in the high bag!

When I entered the kvass entrance, my eyes lit up, and I couldn't help but sigh in my heart that this low-alcohol beverage made from rusks, which is popular in Russia, Ukraine and other Eastern European countries, can be popular in Russia for hundreds of years and be accepted by the majority of people after being introduced to the northeast.

Kvass has a slight acidity and sweetness of fermentation on the palate, and the wine is very light, in addition to a characteristic aroma of malt milk and hop fermentation. The smell of kvass is not strong, it is a bit like a dead beer, so the irritation is very light and the taste is good.

What I knew about Kvass before was that the advertising slogan was Wahaha Kvass, and now that I drank authentic Kvass, I suddenly felt that Wahaha Kvass was compared.

I was chatting with a few people in Krumolia and drinking kvass, and Crewe showed me his Belgian passport as we chatted.

I read Crewe's passport and realized that this Belgian who looked about my age was actually a guy who had traveled a lot, and Crewe's passport had a lot of visas, Korean, Japanese, Russian, Mongolian, Singaporean, and many other names of countries that I couldn't understand.

I suddenly felt some admiration for Crewe.

The train continued to run on the Russian tracks, heading towards Moscow. When passing by the Novosibirsk station, I met a Russian uncle who spoke not only English but also Chinese. The uncle's Russian name is very tongue-twisting, but he also has a Chinese name - Liu Zongyuan, which has the same name as the poet

Uncle Liu told me that in winter, many photographers come to Novosibirsk to take pictures of the birch forest, which is the busiest time in Novosibirsk.

When it came to the photos of the birch forest, the uncle took out a photo of the snow scene of the birch forest in winter that he took from his bag, and kept showing off how rare the framing point was, and how much time it took him to know.

I took a look at the photo and it was beautiful. There was a thick layer of snow on the ground and branches, and there was a snowman under a birch tree, and next to the snowman was a girl with a smile on her face.

I glanced at the girl a little flustered, I didn't rely on the sea tongue to get lost in the girl Catherina