The group hurried overnight and walked out of this military restricted area before dawn.

Fortunately, he didn't meet any more Russian sentinels along the way, and it was very peaceful, so that Zhang Meng forgot all about the fat man's previous words.

Walking all the way, the fat man who had just escaped from the forbidden area couldn't stand it anymore, and scolded his mother at the dead native guide. If you say that the car is leaking oil, it is very likely that it is those bastards who are bad at it, and how ugly it is to listen to it.

Everyone was impatient with the fat man's torture, and made up their minds that as long as they met someone, they would definitely spend the night and let the fat man rest enough before he went on the road.

Hearing this, the fat man closed his mouth.

Without a guide, everyone can only rely on the instruments in their hands and the surrounding environment to identify the direction. Fortunately, Hai Dongqing did not pick a difficult road to fly forward, and most of the time he was moving along the Heilongjiang River.

After walking for almost a few hours, I finally saw a small row of villages.

No one has ever been to Russia, and they don't know what the Russian countryside is like, and they still wonder, how can these dozens of families be similar to the old tunzi in the northeast? When I walked in, I completely understood what kind of Russians are here, all Chinese wearing big fur hats. Seeing Zhang Meng's group of outsiders, the villagers who were squatting at the entrance of the village and chatting suddenly turned their heads and ears.

Zhang Meng saw that the other party was all cotton clothes and jackets, with yellow skin, and was surprised if he had walked back to China, even if he wanted to talk to this group of villagers.

But before Zhang Meng could speak, all the men and women who were dressed and looked like Northeast Chinese dispersed.

They looked at Zhang Meng's gaze as if they were looking at a plague god.

"Haha." Seeing Zhang Meng deflated, the fat man suddenly crossed his waist and laughed: "Zhang Quede, stop talking, you have a bad face, look at it and scare people." ”

", you fat man!" Zhang Meng was already a little embarrassed, and when she was ridiculed by the fat man like this, her mood immediately became unhappy: "You look like a good person, you have a bad stomach, you have to do it, you go and ask." ”

"I'll ask, I'll ask." Not to be outdone, the fat man swaggered towards the group of villagers, but before the fat man could get closer, the villagers all scattered like before, and they didn't talk to you, they didn't drive you away, they just ignored you.

The fat man was angry, and when he heard Zhang Meng's laughter behind him, he turned his head and saw a child, and immediately rushed over.

When the child saw the fat man walking towards him, he was stunned.

Seeing that the child was not supervised by an adult, the fat man immediately took out a pack of compressed biscuits from his pocket and handed it over: "Come, little friend, tell Uncle Sù, what kind of place is this?" Uncle gives you cookies to eat. ”

"Thank you, Uncle Fatty." After speaking, the child took the compressed biscuit from the fat man's hand.

"I'll go!" The fat man scolded in his heart, this kid, he got it by calling his uncle, and he had to add a fat uncle.

This "fat uncle" laughed so much that Zhang Meng, Zhao San and others behind him all leaned forward and backwards.

The fat man didn't have time to care, he turned around and wanted to continue asking, but he didn't expect this kid to be very smart, took the compressed biscuits handed over by the fat man, and ran to the village, and the fat man was dumbfounded. I couldn't catch up, so I could only watch the child run farther and farther, and couldn't help but curse in my mouth: "This little rabbit cub, whose family!" ”

Before the fat man finished scolding, he was beaten head-on.

"! Dare to beat the fat man, don't kill me, don't ......" The fat man sighed, looked up and wanted to find the person who beat him, only to find that the other party was a burly old man wearing a felt fur hat and about fifty years old.

Zhang Meng and others were watching the fat man's joke in the back, but they didn't expect such an episode.

I only heard that the old man in the felt hat did not change his face, blew his beard and stared at the fat man with a leather whip and asked, "Little fat man, who are you scolding?" ”

"I ...... That's what I said casually......" The fat man laughed.

"Humph!" The old man in the felt hat snorted coldly.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Meng hurriedly came over to play a round: "Uncle, don't get me wrong, we're just here to ask for directions, this dead fat man usually doesn't have a door, don't care!" That was your ...... just now."

"My grandson!"

Looking at the stubborn and hard old man in the felt hat in front of him, the fat man scolded in his heart, no wonder this old man would whip himself, and his feelings said that the child was a little rabbit cub, which was actually equivalent to scolding the old man in front of him for being an old rabbit cub.

"Oh, oh." Zhang Meng has never seen such an old man, when he was the shopkeeper in Shuiyuexuan before, he also met many people from the Northeast who came to Hong Kong to shoot the artifact, but most of them were silent, and they were not as strong as the old man in front of him.

"Uncle, seeing that you are always sitting here, can we ask you for directions?" Zhang Meng asked.

Seeing that Zhang Meng was quite polite, the old man glanced at everyone and nodded impatiently: "Say it." ”

"That uncle, we're here to explore, and we're lost, and I don't know what kind of pimple this is?"

Hearing Zhang Meng's words, the old man in the felt hat glanced at Zhang Meng with a sneer: "You're not from the Northeast, are you?" Don't fool me with your half-baked dialect. ”

was exposed by the old man, Zhang Meng's face was ugly for a while.

Seeing this, Zhao San and Qing Pheasant hurriedly rushed over from behind. The pheasant hugged his fists first and said: "Uncle, this is our young master, who lives in Hong Kong all the year round, and has not been back to the Northeast much, so ...... Don't get me wrong, we're here for an adventure and we're lost here, so ask for directions. ”

The old man glanced at the pheasant, his eyelids drooped and said, "You kid looks like you're from the other side of the Great Xing'an Mountains." ”

"Uncle has a great vision, his hometown is Shandong, and he came to Jilin in the east." The pheasant smiled heartily.

"You don't have to get close to me." The old man in the felt hat unceremoniously took out his dry cigarette, twisted it, and smoked it: "If you want to ask something, just say it." ”

Listening to the old man's tone, it seems that he has already seen through everyone's purpose.

Zhang Meng could only shake his head secretly in the back, he had never seen such a stinky and hard old man, if it wasn't for the fact that now was not the time, Zhang Meng really wanted to secretly ask the pheasant, is it so difficult for the Northeast people to deal with when they are old.

Seeing this, Zhao San smiled awkwardly, and also took out his eye bag pot: "Brother, borrow the fire." ”

"Hmm." Seeing that Zhao San was about the same age as himself, and they were all dry tobacco, the old man in the felt hat did not embarrass him, and after taking a sip of cigarettes with Zhao San, he sighed: "Don't ask what place this is, no one knows if you say it." ”

After speaking, the old man in the felt hat took another puff of dry smoke, his eyes showed a fierce look, and he stared at Zhao San and said: "It can be seen that you are not from this area, listen to my advice, where to fight and go back quickly!" ”