Today, in order to eat authentic Mongolian roast lamb again, a group of people once again started a horse race. There is no doubt that Feng Wenying has won the first place again. With a light weight and a lot of experience in controlling horses, these two are beyond the reach of others. Although losing to a woman makes people feel quite faceless, if this woman is Feng Wenying, there is no need to pay too much attention to face or something.

Before they reached the yurt, the herdsman's sheepdog had already jumped up and started barking. Ren Laifeng hurriedly grabbed the war horse, he didn't want to provoke this kind of dog who was loyal to his master's family.

The barking of dogs soon alarmed the owner of the yurt, and several men of different heights walked outside the yurt and watched a few strangers vigilantly. Among them was a young man with a white fur hat on his head, who spoke a few words aloud. He spoke Mongolian, which they couldn't understand.

However, since he had already had several previous experiences with herders, Ren Laifeng was not worried about any language barriers between the two sides. Most grazing sites and settlements have a few herders who can speak Chinese, and even if they don't, they can communicate with gestures.

"Dear friends, we are guests from afar, we have traveled a long way, thirsty and hungry. After your yurt, I want to ask for a bowl of milk tea. I don't know if it will fulfill our wishes. It's really awkward to speak like this, but only this simple and easy-to-understand language can Mongolian herders with a weak Chinese foundation understand.

It was the Mongolian man with the white hat who picked up: "The Horqin steppe welcomes guests from afar. Come on friends, please come into our yurt, which contains hot milk tea to quench your thirst and fragrant fried rice to satisfy your hunger. ”

After a few pleasantries, the sheepdog stopped growling, and they followed the herdsman into the yurt.

The hospitable Mongolians served fragrant milk tea, golden fried rice, and milk tofu, milk skins, pies, etc., and the long table was full of them. That's not all, several middle-aged and elderly women also brought out a pot of mare's milk wine! A high-end Mongolian folk wine banquet was taken out in the blink of an eye.

Mongolian men are hospitable, and they don't care if they are familiar with it or not, just pull it and sit down with a wine bowl and touch you.

"Cheers!" This is the first Chinese vocabulary learned by Mongolian men.

"Cheers!" Let the wind dry up a small bowl in one bite. This sweet and sour drink with a faint alcoholic taste is very delicious to drink, not only Ren Laifeng, but none of these people who come today do not like to drink.

Fried rice, pies, mare's milk wine, these are all delicious foods of the Mongolian people, and their taste is naturally not bad, but they mainly want to eat roast mutton, and just drinking milk wine and eating fried rice can not satisfy their appetite.

"Well, Lakshin, we know that Mongolian roast lamb is particularly delicious. We also want to eat your roast lamb. Eh, don't stare at me. I know it's a bit too much, but we don't eat for nothing, we give money. Fu Erchong put his arm on the shoulder of a Mongolian man next to him and loudly discussed with the other party about roast mutton.

"If you want to eat mutton, you tell me, you don't need to tell Lakshin. My family has a lot more sheep than the Laksin family. If you want to eat mutton, I'll slaughter one for you!" ”

"Bayan! How do you speak? Although we don't have as many sheep as yours, it's still perfectly okay to invite guests to eat roast lamb! Good friend, you don't have to pay, I'll ask you to eat roast lamb and eat roast whole lamb! ”

There was a lot of energy between the two Mongolian men, and Ren Laifeng hurriedly persuaded him. But the two men didn't seem to listen to persuasion at all, and stood up one after another and walked out with their necks on their backs. Ren Laifeng and Fu Erchong were all stunned. This, this is unhappily parted? No, I just heard that this yurt is the home of that Lakshin, what else is he leaving?

Ren Laifeng stood up and followed, and Feng Wenying, Fu Erchong, Huang Tian and others also followed. The remaining Mongols in the yurt stopped them and simply went outside.

Laxin was standing outside the sheepfold shouting something. The sheep in the sheepfold bleated, and a thin figure was swooping down in the middle of the flock, and finally caught a large sheep, only to be thrown off by the sturdy sheep. The sheep also ran away, and the skinny boy who grabbed the sheep made him fall on all fours.

The crowd of onlookers laughed. Originally, he just thought it was ridiculous and laughed casually, but the owner of the house, Lakshin, was annoyed and roared loudly at the sheepfold, and the thin boy who grabbed the sheep ran out shaking and stood opposite Lakshin with his head down, as if waiting for his disposal.

Lakshen, who was still hospitable and enthusiastic just now, seemed to have suddenly changed as a person, raised his foot and kicked the thin boy to the ground, and then rushed over and kicked the thin boy without a head or face. While kicking, he was still scolding loudly.

At this time, everyone present stopped laughing, and Ren Lai's face sank like water, and his eyes were thoughtful. Ren Laifeng was thinking about why Lakshen did this, but some people were extremely dissatisfied with Lakshen's approach, and Feng Wenying was one of the most emotional.

"Brother Feng, Brother Feng." Feng Wenying wanted Ren Laifeng to intervene and persuade her, but she was embarrassed to be too loud on this occasion. As a result, he whispered twice and Ren Laifeng didn't respond, and Feng Wenying was in a hurry! She didn't discuss with anyone, shouted to stop, ran a few steps to stand two steps away from Lakshin, and pointed at the person who was beating the person with her hand, "Lakshen, you stop for me!" ”

Rakshen was stunned, turned his head to look at Feng Wenying, and then at Ren Laifeng's gang, his slightly darkened face was all dazed, obviously he didn't know why the guests were angry.

"Lakshin, why did you hit him? What did he do wrong, and you want to hit him like this? Do you want to kill him? Feng Wenying looked at the thin boy huddled in the ground, in fact, he was a little compassionate. She just thinks that she has come to this house as a guest, but the host beats the family in front of her, is that not taking her seriously? At the very least, it's disrespectful, right?

"If I want to hit him, I will beat him, and no one can care. Woman, go back to your friends! ”

Things have developed so far, in fact, Feng Wenying spoke unceremoniously to Lakshen first. Except for a little louder voice, none of the words that Lakshin said to her from beginning to end were swearing. But Feng Wenying was inexplicably enraged!

"Okay, you Lakshin, give your face something you don't want, let me teach you a lesson today!" After saying this, Feng Wenying took two steps forward and raised his foot, "Bang! With a thud, he kicked Laxin down!