He Mian'er is preparing to return to Beijing, which is less than a day's journey from the border, but Chen Fuzi is a scholar, and he has no power to restrain a chicken, and like her, he has never ridden a horse.

I'm afraid that it will be difficult to adapt for a while. I can only ask Baha and Sunina to ride a horse to give them a ride, so that even if they encounter the vicious boss, they can escape.

Unexpectedly, they waited left and right, but they never saw Bahá return. For a while, He Mian'er began to wonder in her heart, could it be that Nabaha met the boss, or did something happen to her?

Master Chen has been silent this day, and He Mian'er didn't bother him much.

She didn't dare to express her worries to Sunina, so she sat outside the yurt and waited. It wasn't until the sun went down and the sky was full of clouds that I saw a man riding a big horse and driving a flock of sheep back.

At a fixed glance, it was He Mian'er who had been waiting for Baha for almost a day. I saw him riding a horse and stepping forward quickly, reined in the horse, turned over and dismounted neatly, and pointed at He Mian'er at the sheep that had driven back.

Sunina had already greeted her, and the two of them didn't know what to say, but they both looked serious. In the middle of the night, Na Sunina walked over, gestured at He Mian'er, and made a gesture of beheading.

He Mian'er didn't understand what she meant, so she could only call Master Chen. Chen Fuzi observed for a moment, and then muttered: "What she means is probably that there are people on the other side of the border who are killing people and killing many people. I don't know if it's the boss of the bandits. ”

I saw that Sunina and Bach had already begun to pack their yurts and various belongings, and it seemed that they were ready to migrate.

He Mian'er had no idea in her heart, so she only sighed heavily and asked, "What should the master do?" ”

Chen Fuzi said in a deep voice: "A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. Since there is a disaster of killing, it is not weak to follow these two people to avoid it first. ”

Then, his eyelashes moved slightly, his voice was a little choked, and he lamented: "I don't have anyone in Beijing to worry about, what difference is it if I go back a few days earlier or later?" ”

Seeing that what Master Chen said was reasonable, He Mian'er helped the Sunina couple pack their things. That night, everyone slept in a yurt huddled together for the night.

When the sun shone on the Mongolian steppe on the second day, He Mian'er and the others were already on the road of migration.

The migration route of these two people was to the west, and there was no one along the way, except for Sunina and Baha who sang loud ballads from time to time, resounding throughout the land of Mongolia.

He Mian'er and Chen Fuzi sat in the rickety Lele car, watching the sheep next to them walking slowly, clumps of white cotton, fluffy, and the white clouds in the sky.

The sheep bleated from time to time, and her heart, which had been frightened for many days, finally calmed down.

The idyllic days seemed to be much better than she had imagined. For a while, she was a little envious of such a carefree day.

Unfortunately, this kind of day did not last long, and after sitting in the car for a long time, she began to retch. The whole person who vomited felt that his intestines were about to vomit out, so he stopped.

That Master Chen probably couldn't stand it anymore, so he took He Mian'er's hand and helped her take the pulse. That Master Chen frowned, and he could see that He Mian'er was nervous, couldn't it........

She didn't dare to think about it, in the past few days, she vomited frequently, couldn't smell the slightest bit of meat, and her lower abdomen often felt uncomfortable. She thought she was not eating well, and she didn't dare to think otherwise.

"Mian'er, you're pregnant." Chen Fuzi's thin lips opened lightly, and a short sentence seemed to sentence He Mian'er to death.

Rao is He Mian'er had already prepared in her heart, but she was still speechless for a while by this news. After a while, he lowered his head and breathed a sigh of relief gently, touched his stomach lovingly, and said, "This child is not the right time to come, if it has a big life and can survive, I will raise it alone." ”

Looking up at the vast grassland, she saw that it was a piece of land that she had never set foot on.

Everything is fate, and nothing is up to anyone. She herself is still duckweed in the water, I don't know where to float, this child, still in the womb suffered this catastrophe, born without a father.

It is really difficult to predict what the good fortune will be.

After several days of traveling, I finally began to see other people migrating back. Sunina and Baha greeted them warmly.

Everyone was extremely curious about these two original Han people, and from time to time someone shyly came up to stare at He Mian'er and Chen Fuzi, as if they were looking at some strange animal.

He Mian'er knew that something big must have happened at the border, so many Mongolians would migrate back. It's just that what happened, she didn't understand the language with these people, but she was never able to communicate.

Finally, it is not far from the location of the Khan of the Mongols. This place should be regarded as the royal capital of the Mongolian people, different from the sparsely populated scene in other parts of the Mongolian steppe, this place is bustling, people come and go, and there are vendors doing business and selling everywhere, which is very lively.

Most of the Mongolians are warm and simple, can sing and dance, and you can see men and women celebrating and jumping everywhere.

This is very different from the Mongolian people in He Mian'er's memory, and a while ago, she was also infected by the celebratory atmosphere of the Mongolian people.

"The Mongols have been divided tribes since ancient times, like a plate of scattered sand, this year's khan is named Asuji, young and promising, hard work, unified a number of tribes, against the Tatars of Mobei, only then did the Mongols have a short period of prosperity." Chen Fuzi seemed to be in a much better mood, pointing to the people on the side of the road and saying to He Mian'er.

"Master is really erudite." He Mian'er smiled and praised.

Chen Fuzi disagreed: "It's just some useless knowledge." ”

After Nabaha and Sunina and his wife were busy, they returned all the sheep that had been driven from Baha to He Mian'er and them.

He Mian'er did not refuse, she knew that silver tickets could not be used on the grassland, and the sheep acted as currency to a certain extent.

The Bahaj couple also helped He Mian'er and Chen Fuzi to build a small yurt, which was set up not far from them, and gave them a lot of extra things.

He Mian'er knew that they must regard her and Master Chen as husband and wife, but she was new to this place and was unfamiliar with life, and it was safer for a pregnant weak woman to be with Master Chen.

So he didn't care, and just took the opportunity to exchange a sheep for some daily necessities and two daggers.

She remembered that that day Master Chen stuffed her exquisite dagger for self-defense, but she lost it by herself. "Master, this dagger is something I will pay you back for the time being. When I return to Beijing, I will definitely return you again", He Mian'er handed over a vulgar-looking knife.

Chen Fuzi sat cross-legged on the sheepskin, and only slowly took it and said, "If you lose the knife, you will lose it, don't care." ”

For a while, the two of them not only remembered that they could return to the capital, but also felt a little new and faint anticipation for the next life in this Mongolian tribe.