The night and day of the desert are two worlds entirely.

If it is an oven during the day, it is an ice cellar at night, and it is completely cold, and even on the sand, there is occasional frost.

As soon as Chiba stepped out of the tent he had set up, he felt a biting cold wind in his face, and he couldn't help but shiver.

But who knows, Chiba forgot, Lan Meng, who was hugging him tightly by his side, shook like this, and touched her sensitive area, and an ambiguous breath came from his ears:

"Hmm!"

This sound, coming and going quickly, seems to be just an illusion, but it can't help but make people think about it.

Before Chiba could savor it, he was half-dragged by Lan Meng and came to a bonfire that was being built.

The materials for the campfire are taken from the withered poplar trees in the desert.

The people who live in the desert are full of wisdom, although it is difficult to resist the difficult climate of the desert, but they find another way, every other way, they plant poplar trees under the sand, one to gather sand and consolidate the soil, the second to form road signs, and the third to bring a place for travelers to rest.

Chiba could see that some of the other twenty or so people in the caravan were building firewood, and some were rolling up their sleeves and hugging the poplar tree, humming and pulling up most of its body that was submerged in the sand.

Seeing Chiba staring curiously at the person pulling out the tree, Lan Meng kindly explained:

"In the eyes of the people of the Land of Winds, the poplar tree is sacred, and we are grateful for the blessings it brings us, but we will not forget to reciprocate."

"If we allow this poplar tree to completely submerge in the sand, the next traveler who comes to this neighborhood will lose a signpost and a place to stay."

Chiba nodded as if he didn't understand.

For a person like him, who has always lived in favorable conditions, it is really very difficult to understand the customs of the people of the Land of Wind.

When the rest of the business travelers were busy collecting the dead leaves of the poplar trees and gathering around the campfire, Chiba could feel that there were unfriendly eyes.

That look is like looking at a boy eating soft rice, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

Chiba looked at Lan Meng beside him helplessly, and smiled bitterly in his heart.

"It seems that I am regarded as a little white face raised by Lan Meng."

However, although these big bosses were unhappy with Chiba, because of Lan Meng's face, they didn't come to Qianye in person to trouble, they just did their own thing, completely regarded Chiba as a transparent person, and ignored him.

In this regard, Chiba has no surprises.

After all, Chiba had robbed them of the goddess of their dreams!

Someone lit a match and threw it into the campfire.

With the sparks shining in all directions, falling on the flammable dead leaves, the spark suddenly became a prairie fire, the fire snake licked angrily, burning the surrounding firewood, the fire swelled, and the heat wave pounced.

The cook in the business trip took out small pots, added half a pot of water to them, and then took out the potatoes that were easy to store, peeled and cut them into pieces, and put them into the pot.

At the same time, they took out pieces of dry cakes the size of a basin, all of which were as thick as a finger and so hard that they would knock their teeth just by biting down.

But these things are a supreme delicacy for business travelers walking in the desert.

Dry cakes are fried in butter and can be stored for a long time, and they only need a little belly, and with their fluffy feeling, they are easy to wrap around and not easy to get hungry.

The chef took a large knife and cut the dry cakes with great difficulty, like a saw, and threw them into the small pot.

Filled with moisture, these dry cakes quickly swell and fluffy.

Lan Meng naturally brought Chiba a bowl of this different kind of food.

The corners of Chiba's mouth twitched fiercely, looking at the bowl in his hand, he felt that he had no appetite at all.

Lan Meng blinked his big eyes and said puzzledly:

"Isn't it to your liking?"

Lan Meng frowned, thought about it, and took out a small packet of beef jerky from his arms.

"Oh, I'll give you these!"

The life of the business travel is difficult, and this bag of beef jerky is still owned by Lan Meng because he is the leader of the business travel.

The other big men of the business travel, seeing their leader, actually gave such a precious beef jerky to this strange boy, their whole hearts and lungs were about to explode!

Their eyes turned red when they looked at the dry cakes and potato wedges in their bowls, and then at the beef jerky in their hands, which was full of sauce and salty flavor!

What envy, jealousy and hatred!

Chiba didn't know anything about it, and thought it was normal, so she naturally took the beef jerky from Lan Meng's hand and took a bite of it, although it was a little hard, it wasn't a problem at all.

Chiba had been hungry all day, and with the contrast between those dry cakes and potato wedges, the beef jerky, which originally seemed ordinary, suddenly turned into an excellent delicacy, and the rich salty aroma was about to gush out.

"Tut-tut!"

On the side, watching Chiba gobble up the beef jerky, Chisha June suddenly let out a voice of unknown meaning.

Chiba turned his head to look at her in confusion, only to hear her say:

"It's really a boy who doesn't know how to be blessed, do you know that the beef jerky you just ate is enough for Lan Meng, a stupid girl, to eat for a whole month?"

Huh?

Chiba was shocked and couldn't help but widen her eyes.

"Oh, Sister June, how can you say that!" On the other hand, Lan Meng let out a shy voice, "Don't listen to Sister June, she lied to you." ”

Seeing this, Chisha June shook his head helplessly, feeling an unusual headache for Lan Meng, a rather nymphomaniac employer.

Then, she turned her gaze and saw the big and old people in the business trip gathered together, as if discussing something, pointing at Chiba there.

After a while, as if they had made a decision, a young man who looked quite strong opened his skin and poured wine into it with a grunt, and two flashes of red appeared on his swarthy face.

With the help of alcohol and the instigation of his companions, the young man came to Chiba with the smell of alcohol.

"Stranger, although I don't know why the leader wanted to save you, since you have come to our business trip, how can we welcome you."

"I, Dashan Board, have the greatest strength in business travel, and I sincerely invite you to participate in the wrestling between us!"

As he spoke, the young man named Oyama Itako stared at Chiba with blazing eyes.

Seeing this, Lan Meng was like a cat that had been stepped on by its tail, and suddenly exploded, and said like a calf protector:

"No! He's still a kid! ”

However, Akasha June did not stop all this, but watched the development of things with amusement.

She wanted to know what happened to this little boy who killed the elite and endured madness without tears.