The most frustrating and unexciting thing for the shepherds is that these jobs are unpaid, and the black-hearted shepherds will not give you an extra grain or a drop of milk because you have worked so hard to slay the wool.

"Phew!" Thinking of this, Mu Ren took a sip and greeted the ancestors of the black-hearted shepherds in his heart, and then reluctantly decided that when he went back tonight, he would contact the other sheep herding friends, and let everyone drive the sheep together tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, take each other's hands, and shear the wool together.

Mu Ren was reluctant to drink all the yogurt lumps in his skin bag, and after tasting two bites, he stuffed the lid again, it was still early before dark, if he ate everything now, in the evening, he would be hungry and panicked.

The surroundings were steaming, and Muren's eyelids as he stared at the sheep became heavier and heavier, and when he was about to close his eyes and fall asleep, a melodious song came from behind the hillside.

"Oh... Ahh Ahh

Catch the white clouds...

Chasing the sun, the Mongols who herd horses are all good riders, they are all good riders...

The bumps on the horse's back, cold and gentle, the vicissitudes on the horse's back, it's too late to look back..."

The singer was a man, his voice was very penetrating, his veins were long, and although he was far away, his singing voice was like a breeze in the summer, waking Muren up from his drowsy state.

Mu Ren listened blankly, and what came to his mind was Eqige, who was alive and dead, and Ahe Chaolitai, who was shown to the public by the head of the sword, and the voices and smiles of the two appeared alternately, and they couldn't help but be stupid.

"This little brother, please." A young man came to Mu Ren, took off the felt hat on his head, bowed slightly, and made a salute.

The singing stopped at some point, but Mu Renwu didn't realize it, and still sat on the ground in a daze.

"Brother Tang, is this person a fool?"

A girl's questioning voice finally woke Muren from his sluggish state, and saw a man and a woman standing in front of him, the man should have just finished saluting, still holding a hat in his hand, and the girl looked at him a little narrowly, with a smile in her eyes.

Mu Ren hurriedly stood up and returned the salute, "This big brother, this girl, please." ”

After speaking, he muttered quietly, "I'm not small, and I'm not a fool!" ”

Although the voice was small, it was enough for the other party to hear, and Mu Ren obviously did it on purpose, which was not rude, but also expressed his dissatisfaction.

The girl laughed out loud, and then said, "Lin Qiao is rude, I hope my brother will forgive me!" ”

The young man also opened his mouth to apologize, "My sister just said something disrespectful, and I hope that I will be big... Brother Haihan! ”

Muren looked at the man and woman in front of him helplessly, isn't it normal to be normal, brothers are brothers, why do you have to add a big or small one in front?

The young man burst out laughing, "Don't blame this brother, seeing that you are frowning, I won't mind making a little joke with you." ”

At this point, what else can Mu Ren say, Mongolians are open-minded, even if they fight, they can become friends, not to mention a little joke, "The two distinguished guests just call me Mu Ren." ”

However, this gag has shortened the distance between the two sides.

"Brother Muren, my surname is Tang, Tang Hezhi."

"Tang Hezhi, Lin Qiao." Mu Ren repeated in a low voice, "The two of you are Han? ”

Because of learning things from Qian Guanshi, Muren has a good impression of the Han people.

"Exactly." Tang Hezhi replied, "But we have been begging for a living on the grassland for many years, and if we don't say it, Brother Muren won't be able to see it." ”

Muren nodded, no matter how they dressed, they were the same as Mongolian herdsmen, and the Mongolian language was even more authentic, and there was no trace of the Han people anymore.

"Brother Tang, you sang that song just now?" Muren asked.

"Hehe, that's not it, although I can sing too, but I always lack a little taste." Tang Hezhi denied it, and then affectionately pulled Mu Ren, pointed to the bottom of the mountain and said, "Well, it was sung by our marksman Mo Rigen, I didn't expect him to shoot his arrows accurately and sing so well." ”

The mountain is very low, the foot of the mountain is not far from here, several Lele cars are parked side by side, the car is piled high with bags full of bags, seven or eight men scattered around the car, although there are no weapons in their hands, but it can be seen that all of them are brave warriors, that fierce atmosphere, even standing on the mountainside Muren can feel it.

And the person Tang Hezhi was referring to was even more outstanding, Mu Ren only glanced at it, and was intimidated by his arrow-like aura, and didn't dare to look at it again.

"Brother Tang, Miss Lin, you are..."

"Oh, Brother Muren, let's do some small business, looking for you just to inquire about the next road, to see if there are any larger tribes nearby." Tang Hezhi replied.

"Then you are in the right place, the left is our Sunit Left Banner, the leader of the alliance in this area, it is perfect to do business." Although Makiren did not wait to see the Tanghis father and son, he was still proud of his tribe, and his words were full of pride.

"Really? Oops, I didn't expect it to arrive so soon. Tang Hezhi pretended to be surprised, "I won't tell you, Brother Muren, the final destination of our trip is Sunit, and the other small tribes are just doing it easily." ”

"Then congratulations to Brother Tang." Mu Ren arched his hand and said, "I don't know what Big Brother Tang is doing?" ”

"Oh, it's just exchanging food for some sundries, see?" Tang Hezhi pointed to the five Lele carts at the foot of the mountain and said, "The carts are full of grain, thousands of catties, if it's not enough, we can still let people send it over." ”

Mu Ren looked at the sack on the car, his throat shook up and down, and he swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva, except for the word "grain", he didn't hear what Tang Hezhi said, and he had already begun to think in his heart that he could have something at home that could be exchanged for food.

However, after thinking about it for a while, Mu Ren suddenly found that there seemed to be nothing valuable in his four-walled home that could be exchanged for food.

By the way, Ahe Chaolitai's horse is still there, Muren suddenly became excited, the Han people came to do business outside the Saiwai, isn't it the horse they love the most, Ahe's horse is not bad, it must be able to exchange a lot of grain.

When Chao Litai was still alive, there were many people who coveted the horse, and after his death, there were also people who came to the door to buy it.

"Brother Tang, do you want the horse?" Muren couldn't wait to ask Tang Hezhi.

Muren's actions just now fell into the eyes of the scheming Tang Hezhi, Tang Hezhi did not answer him, but said with a smile, "Don't worry, Brother Muren hasn't eaten yet, let's go, let's talk while eating." ”

"Huh? I've eaten it, Brother Tang. Mu Ren didn't want to owe favors, so he shook his head and refused, but before he finished speaking, he was pulled away by Tang Hezhi.