After passing the so-so security check at Redstone Airport, there were not many people in the waiting hall, and I saw a small plane parked on the tarmac outside the window in the waiting hall, which I thought should be the Tu-134 that Sasha said. After waiting for a while to inform us to board the plane, we didn't see the shuttle bus when we got out of the boarding gate, and the airport staff asked us to walk to the tarmac to board the plane. Walking to the plane, I took a closer look, it was a plane that should be some years old, it looked very old on the outside, and when I boarded the plane, I found that the cabin was very dilapidated. Brother Chao whispered to himself, "My God, I don't know how many years this plane has been flying. "I silently prayed in my heart that the plane would reach Chita safely.

The cabin attendants who greeted the passengers at the door of the cabin were two plump Russian middle-aged women in their forties, who could sit less than two-thirds of the seats in the cabin of a hundred or so people, these Russians sat calmly in their seats, and most of them took out books from their bags to read, it seems that these Russians have become accustomed to this old plane, and my heart has calmed down a little. The plane lifted off in a loud noise, the noise and atmospheric pressure, my ears were deafened by the sound of cannons, and my eardrums were swollen and painful, and Brother Chao asked me to swallow my saliva, and after I tried to scratch it a few times, the swelling pain was slightly reduced. When the plane was in the air, the noise had decreased a bit, and I calmed down to look at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window.

Suddenly, the plane jolted violently, and the captain informed on the radio that the plane was encountering air currents, and asked passengers not to be nervous, fasten their seat belts and not move around. At this time, a middle-aged Russian man sitting next to him took out a delicate stainless steel wine jug from his pocket, unscrewed the lid and handed it to Brother Chao, Brother Chao took a sip of wine and handed it to me, I took it and took a big sip of it, and a wave of wine rushed to the brain, and returned the flask to the Russian man, who said: "It's fine if you drink vodka." "It's almighty vodka again, and it didn't take long for my brain to start dizzy, and I didn't feel nervous anymore, and it looked like if I had to bring a bottle of vodka, preferably Armenian brandy, if I flew again. In this way, I was dizzy, and I arrived at Chita in the turbulence of the plane from time to time, and the plane landed with a violent jolt.

I almost turned the mutton soup I ate in the morning upside down. Brother Chao said with an uncomfortable face: "TMD, I won't take this ghost plane in the future, I'd rather spend time taking the train." ”

With the experience of the Tu-134 just now, I bought a small bottle of Armenian brandy at the equally small airfield in Chita and took it on the plane. Fortunately, the plane from Chita to Ulan-Ude was a Tu-154 in acceptable condition, and the cabin was not so shabby, and the stewardesses were all young and beautiful Russian beauties. I thought to myself, is the age of the flight attendants on Russian planes also directly proportional to the condition of the aircraft? The take-off was very smooth, and compared with the noise of the Tu-134 plane just now, the roaring noise of the Tu-154 plane actually felt very pleasant to my ears. There was no air currents in the air, and when I looked out the window, there were white clouds floating in the clear blue sky, and the white clouds looked like piles of cotton. The beautiful stewardess brought the plane meal, ate two bites and gave up, the Russian plane meal is really hard to swallow. He took out the brandy from his bag and invited the Buryat man sitting next to him to have a drink with him, and the Buryat man gladly agreed and asked the stewardess for three glasses, and the three of us drank the bottle of brandy together. I got up too early, drank another glass of brandy, and I soon fell asleep in a daze. When he was woken up by Brother Chao, the plane had already landed at Ulan-Ude Airport.

Out of the cabin, I found that snowflakes began to flutter in the sky, and Brother Chao complained: "This ghost weather, the wood will be loaded tomorrow." "It occurred to me that the forest scene of Lake Baikal and Bhat should be beautiful at this time, but unfortunately Lake Baikal is too far away, and it is already ten in the evening, otherwise I would really like to see the scenery of the snowy sky on the lake.

Sasha and Bart were already waiting at the airport, and after greetings, Bart drove out of the airport in his Lexus SUV. At this time, the snowflakes in the sky are getting bigger and bigger, the endless grasslands and fantastic hills in front of them are no longer visible, only the goose feathers and snow flying in the sky, the whole world is white, at this moment in the land of Genghis Khan's descendants, I suddenly thought of the poetry of **: the scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, only reckless; Up and down the river, suddenly lost and surging. Mountain dance silver snake, the original Chi wax elephant, want to be higher than the heavenly public test. It must be a sunny day, and look at the red dress, which is extraordinarily enchanting.

Bart asked us, "Where do you want to eat in the evening, or do you want to eat a roast leg of lamb?" "I was looking out the window at the snow and heard Bart ask where do you want to go? He blurted out: "I really want to go to Lake Baikal to see the snow." After listening to my words, Bart said: "Not today, it's too late, tomorrow morning I will load the car and take you to Lake Baikal to see the snow scene, Lake Baikal after the snow is very beautiful." ”

Bart took us to the yurt where we went last time to eat roast lamb shank, the roof of the yurt and the yard have accumulated a thick layer of snow, the yurt is projected with dim lights, in front of the yurt the two tall Mongolian ancient warrior wood carvings holding long knives and bows and arrows in the sky flying in the snow and the dim light like a living person, vigorously ready to go to the battle. Looking at these two vivid wood carvings, I once again thought of the poetry of **: a generation of Tianjiao, Genghis Khan, only knows how to bend the bow and shoot the eagle. At this moment, I had the illusion that I had suddenly crossed time and space from the remote and backward mining town of the Soviet era to the vast steppe of the era of Genghis Khan's iron cavalry.

Entering the yurt, a large bowl of hot milk tea went down to the stomach, and some of the bodies that were shivering and shivering outside were warmed up. After telling Sasha and Bart about our trip to Manchuria and Redstone, Chao Ge asked Bart if it was okay for the onion to be delivered in Zabaikal. Bart asked, the price of delivery in post-Baikal? After calculating the price of onions purchased by Varoga in Hailar, Chaoge quoted Bat a price for delivery in Zabaikal, and Bart said that he would find out about the wholesale price of onions in the recent market and the freight of the truck from Zabaikal to Ulan-Ude tomorrow, and then decide. A large plate of roasted golden leg of lamb was served, and because we hadn't eaten much for a day, my brother and I devoured it, and in just a few moments, a large plate of roasted leg of lamb and a bottle of vodka were wiped out.

The next morning, the snow stopped, and when you looked out of the window of your hotel room, you could see a white and silver world outside, and the whole city was covered in snow, but unfortunately when the snow stopped, you could not see the snowflakes flying on Lake Baikal. After breakfast in the hotel cafeteria, Bart first took us to the train station to buy tickets for the international train to Zabaikal tomorrow. There are no regular tickets for a quadruple box, but I was lucky enough to get two tickets for a premium double box, but the tickets are much more expensive than the ticket from Redstone to Ulan-Ude. Brother Chao said that even if it is expensive, it is better than taking a taxi through Chita, which is too much of a toss, and he will never dare to take the plane to Redstone again.

After buying the tickets, we went to the special railway line. The processed timber from the Butlin Yard was already piled up next to the railway, and after we checked the scale, the Russian stevedores began to load the trucks. The efficiency of the Russian stevedores is really not complimentary, and seeing the stevedores working slowly, I am secretly anxious, thinking that if I load it like this, it will definitely be loaded until the afternoon. After Bart urged twice, it didn't work, and the workers only said that the weather was cold and people froze and couldn't do it too quickly. Bart told us to wait, and he drove away alone, and after a while, Bart came back with a few bottles of vodka. After seeing the vodka, the eyes of several stevedores lit up, and Bart gave them a bottle of vodka, and as soon as they got the vodka, the stevedores found a cup out of nowhere and took turns to drink the tega from one cup in a cup. Bart waited for them to finish the vodka and said that if the two wagons were finished in three hours, they would each give each of them a bottle of vodka. Listening to Barthes, the work efficiency of the stevedores improved significantly, and it took less than three hours for all two wagons to be loaded. Bart gave each person a bottle of vodka, and then spread his hands to us helplessly and said, "See, this is Russia, as long as there is vodka, you can get a qiē." ”

After lunch, Bart took us to Lake Baikal, where the rough mountain road became even more muddy and difficult to walk after snow, but it was not a problem for the four-wheel drive Lexus off-road vehicle. The reckless primeval forest along the way is a magnificent scenery of a forest and snow field, dotted with chic wooden houses, and a big red sun hanging on the blue sky, this qiē is like a fairy tale world. I opened the window, and a breath of fresh and cold air came to my face, and I took a deep breath of the air with the fragrance of the forest, and I was suddenly refreshed. The sky is as blue as a wash over Lake Baikal, and we look at Lake Baikal from a relatively high position, where the clear water, blue sky and white clouds, and snow-capped mountains on the distant shore form a beautiful picture that is indescribable in words.