"I have been yearning for the Mongolian steppe since I was a child, and today I am fortunate to finally be able to see the grassland." Wang Laohu did not explain the real intention of going to the Mongolian steppe, "The sky there is more lovely than elsewhere." The air is so fresh and the sky is so clear that I always want to sing a song to express my happiness. Under the sky, there are thousands of miles, but not vast. There are hillocks on all sides, the flat land is green, and the hillocks are also green. The sheep went up the hill and down again, and everywhere they went, it was as if they had embroidered the boundless green carpet with large white flowers. The lines of those hills are so soft, like a Chinese painting rendered only in green and not outlined in ink, flowing green everywhere and gently flowing into the clouds. Wang Laohu brought out Mr. Lao She's "Grassland", "Grassland" wrote the beauty of the grassland, but Wang Laohu did not see it with his own eyes.

"Haha, you say that our Mongolian steppe is so beautiful, you can stay at my house for a few more days, and I will let you accompany you to see everywhere." The old shepherd said.

Wang Laohu wanted to play more here, but his mind was not here at all now, the Mongolian army was attacking the Ming Dynasty, and Vazhou could hold on for a few days? If you explain your intentions immediately, will it cause them to be dissatisfied? So this is not the best time to explain.

"I want to play a few more days, too." Wang Laohu first agreed.

At this time, a woman came in from outside the tent, a typical Mongolian woman. She wears a red Mongolian hat, the hat is inlaid with white and gold beads, the white beads are on the upper and lower brims, and the golden beads on the hat, like a piece of auspicious clouds. The long, black hair is mixed with small braids, neat and generous. His eyes were shining.

I saw that she had a pot of fresh milk tea in her hand.

The old man smiled and said, "This is my daughter-in-law, come, fill the guests." ”

She came to Wang Laohu's side, raised the pot, and poured fresh milk tea into Wang Laohu's bowl.

"Young man, come, drink milk tea and eat meat." Mongolian hospitality is not something that is said in books, and if this is the case, Wang Laohu and this old man met for the first time, but they treated him like this.

Wang Laohu drank it all again.

"There are not many people in our small tribe, and there are only about 100 people in all of them, and they are scattered, you should have seen it when you came just now." The old man said.

Indeed, as the old man said, this place is vast and sparsely populated. But it is this kind of vast and sparsely populated land that makes the Mongolian steppe look at the beauty of the clouds, and Mr. Lao She wrote such a different artistic conception, but it is also because of this kind of vast land and sparsely populated people, which also makes the Mongolians want to think of the Ming Dynasty to grab land and resources.

"What I saw was a different kind of grassland scenery, like a paradise, and we couldn't find a place like this quiet and beautiful." Wang Laohu said.

"It seems that the young man likes us Mongolia very much, haha." The old man said, "Tomorrow, I will arrange for someone to take you around." ”

"That's a lot of asking for." Wang Laohu happily agreed, he took another sip of wine, and said, "The Mongolian steppe is so big, there must be many tribes like this." ”

"We're a small tribe, and there are quite a few big tribes. Later, tribes like ours gradually became part of the larger tribes. ”

"There should be a lot of leaders in so many tribes." As soon as Wang Laohu asked like this, the old man became alert, Wang Laohu was dressed in Mongolian clothes and held a sword in his hand, not like an ordinary person.

"You ask that?" The old man said.

"I'm guessing that the Mongols will be like us, with one head in one place, and then several heads will unite into one big head." Wang Laohu explained the officials and the emperor like this.

"You're talking about your officials." The old man said

"Yes, yes." Wang Laohu replied, "However, I don't ask too much about these things. ”

The old man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "Young man, I treat you as a guest, if you have another purpose, we Mongolians have a clear love and hatred, and a firm position. ”

The old man's words seemed to mean something else.

Wang Laohu understood that the old man thought that Wang Laohu had come here to fight their tribe's idea, so he was a little cautious, and he didn't know if Wang Laohu's words just now could dispel the old man's concerns.

Wang Laohu ate another bite of meat.

"I see that you have a sword in your hand, you must also be a person who knows kung fu, and I think my son is also a kung fu person, and in this tribe, he is also a Bart." At this point, the old man paused.

The woman said, "Abu, you miss Zheyun again, he has only been out for a few days, and he will be back soon." ”

"I know, I know, he's doing big things." The old man said, "When my son comes back, maybe you and him can still become friends?" ”

"I'd love to make this friend too." Wang Laohu said.

It can be seen from the old man's treatment that the family is very hospitable and friendly, and his son must not be bad.

On this night, Wang Laohu spent the Mongolian tent.

The next day, the old man arranged for two young men to accompany Wang Laohu around the tribe, the old man claimed to be a small tribe, but in fact the scope was quite large, but Wang Laohu knew that the Mongols did not have a very fixed place, and sometimes they had to move to other places because they did not have grass, because grazing needed grass.

But in fact, Wang Laohu didn't have the heart to look at this, he came here with his own mission, he wanted to be the peace messenger of the Mongolian and Han tribes.

So, he wanted to have a showdown with the old shepherds, explain his intentions, and ask for their help. But this is a risky move, they are Mongols, if they stand in their own Mongolian position, will they be arrested as spies and sent to the Great Khan.

But if he doesn't say it, it will only waste time here, and he wants to give it a try.

Wang Laohu returned to the old man's tent, and the old shepherd had not yet returned, leaving only the woman from last night, and his daughter-in-law milking the sheep outside a sheepfold.

Wang Laohu stepped forward and watched her squeeze the goat's milk, which was squeezed by hand, and as soon as his hand squeezed and pressed, the white goat's milk ejaculated into the prepared bucket. Wang Laohu said: "I didn't expect milking to be so interesting, I'll try it, okay." ”

The woman looked at Wang Laohu and said, "Don't look at this job as simple, but see that you may not be suitable for this job." "The Mongolian woman is straightforward, so frankly rejected Wang Laohu." I know the truth that interlacing is like separating mountains, so I won't be ugly. Wang Laohu said, "I think you are also a person who knows kung fu, are all of you Mongolians practitioners?" ”

Including the old shepherd, the woman in front of him, and the two young people who accompanied him just now, they all have a kung fu foundation, so Wang Laohu asked.

"The Mongols were born to herd and harness horses, which were all manual work, and there was a wrestling tournament every year, and all men had to have good strength. You see, we Mongolian women, milking cows every day, this strength will not be much less. The woman said.

"I see." Wang Laohu took it as understood. At this time, the old shepherd returned.

"Young man, didn't I ask you to go to the prairie with you today? Why did you come back so soon? ”

"These two people were very enthusiastic and accompanied me for most of the tribe, but I was too strong to move, and after a few steps, my feet were sore to death, so I came back. However, I have seen the vastness of the grassland, and I will never forget it. ”

"Haha." The old man smiled, "If you have the opportunity, you can come to our grassland often, but if you come to the grassland again, our tribe may no longer be here." ”

Wang Laohu understood what he meant, and the Mongols relied on the grass, and when the grass was finished, they would migrate to other places where there was grass, so it was possible that they would not be in the same place next time.

"Come, young man, it's time to eat." The old man said.

Today the old man brought wine to Wang Laohu, the wine of the Mongols. The old man said: "Young man, this is our family's six steamed and six brewed mare's milk wine, except for the distinguished guests, we are reluctant to drink it ourselves." ”

This may be true, the Mongolian people are famous for their hospitality, and the mare's milk wine that has been steamed and brewed six times is the best wine, and it is generally not drinkable.

Wang Laohu took a small sip, a stream of heat invaded the throat, and slowly went to the stomach, this six steamed and six brewed wine is not ordinary strong, southerners mainly use rice wine, generally only ten degrees, where have you ever drunk such a strong wine.

"This wine is so strong." Wang Laohu said.

The old man and Wang Laohu came to toast and said, "The liquor is enjoyable, come, young man, it's done." ”

Wang Laohu was not used to drinking this spirit, and he wanted to excuse himself, but he didn't want to, but the old man had already brought the bowl and made a knock on the bowl that Wang Laohu was holding.

Wang Laohu was a little dumbfounded.