Feng Hua turned to look at the person who spoke, a Mongolian man in his thirties, a cloth robe should be beige, but now it is dirty to navy blue, and the rich smell of meat can't hide the smell on his body.

Feng Huamian held back without changing his color. People who live on the grassland, you really can't say that they don't pay attention to hygiene. They worship fire, they worship water. It is believed that water is holy, and there are water gods in rivers and lakes, and it is not allowed to wash dirty things or bathe in the water.

Some people with strict beliefs don't even go to the river to wash their hands. Of course, scoop out the water and put it in the basin and wash it casually~ But the dirty water must not be poured back into the river.

In Feng Hua's view, this may be a good habit to save water and prevent water pollution.

Nomads graze their cattle from the water, and water is absolutely vital to them, so they cherish it from the bottom of their hearts.

The person who spoke had already taken out a few meat tickets and handed them to Feng Hua. Feng Hua did not hesitate, and directly took out 2 national grain stamps from his pocket, one for one city catty, and handed them to him.

The man took the food stamp, looked at it over and over again, and finally put it in his bag with a smile. Everyone around him looked at him with envy.

"Alatan barn, you can pick up a big bargain!" The people at the table smiled and said in Mongolian.

Feng Hua suddenly settled on the spot, and his heart seemed to run over 10,000 donkeys.

When I got off the train, I always felt that something was wrong, and even more so when I entered the meal, I seemed to have forgotten something. But I couldn't remember it.

Now when I heard a pure Mongolian language, Feng Hua suddenly reacted, this is not 60 years later, this is 60 years! How many people in the whole prairie can speak Chinese?

Except for the Han people in the agricultural area, a little further in, to the pure pastoral area, how many people can speak Chinese? Where is like the later generations, even the herdsmen far away on the Mongolian border can speak Chinese!

The point is, she can't speak Mongolian, she can't say a word! Not even hello thank you!

In her previous life, her knowledge of Inner Mongolia was limited to a trip to the provincial capital, when people spoke Chinese more standard than the Han Chinese. She had long forgotten about the language barrier.

Now what? Do you want to go home? Smelling the smell of meat, Feng Hua was unwilling.

"Bring me a pot of mutton!" Feng Hua slapped the meat ticket in front of the waiter, and handed over another 2 yuan and 5 cents.

The waiter took the ticket and the money, said nothing, turned around and walked away, and after a while walked out with a large basin.

Feng Hua walked away expressionlessly and started eating. Turn grief and anger into appetite.

This time I really didn't think about it, just thinking about the 2 million "horse herding map", I was thinking about it, and I ignored the details.

She is not short of 2 million, 20 million is not rare now, 200 million is almost ...... What is rare is that she is rare and precious.

It is said that there are only a few dozen "horse husbandry pictures" in later generations, and there are rumors that there are less than 10! She wanted to come and see how many photos she could collect, which was also a cultural heritage.

Now it seems that there is no play. Not only can't she open her legs, but she can't open her mouth anymore, how can she dig out things?

The two men at the next table began to talk in Mongolian again.

"Alatan Cang, how is business now?"

"It's so-so, it's far worse than before. Now everything is collective, and the herders have nothing to sell in their hands. The family won't sell it to me. Ay! The man who exchanged food stamps with Feng Hua frowned and said.

"That's better than us, we haven't had the last meal now."

After that, neither of them spoke, and ate meat with their heads bored.

Feng Hua also ate with his head bored, and he was full after a while. A large pot of lamb only went to the top.

When Alatan Cang saw it, he smiled and said to him, "Young man, eat more meat!" Eat more meat to grow stronger! Look at your little arms and legs, you Han people just can't do it. ”

His Chinese was not very good, and Feng Hua had a hard time listening to it, but he still understood it. And although this person said that the Han people were not good, and his tone was so bad that there was no malice, Feng Hua smiled at him.

Feng Hua is now a young boy who is white and gentle, and his smile is sunny and kind, which makes people happy when he looks at it.

Alatan Cang also laughed: "What's your name?" How do you come to eat alone? "Mongolians are very enthusiastic, and the way to express enthusiasm is generally to chat and check people's household registration......

Feng Hua paused for a moment before saying, "My name is Semble." Today, there was no one at home to cook, so I came out to eat. ”

Although Feng Hua doesn't know a word of Mongolian, he has heard a few Mongolian names, and the most famous is Tengger. But she thought about it and didn't dare to use it, the name was too loud, if others called her Tengger, they could give her goosebumps.

Although the name may be rotten grassland, she still can't get over the hurdle in her heart.

The others are the names of Mongolian female singers, and her current image as a teenager is inappropriate. Just when she was about to say a Han name, she thought of a person, Han Lei.

This is also a Mongolian singer, Feng Hua likes his songs, so I learned about it at the beginning and knew that this person also has a Mongolian name, Semble.

Although Han Lei is also very loud, few people in Sembble know about it, so she has no pressure at all.

"Yo, Semble." Alatan Cang looked at her and spoke another string of Mongolian words.

Feng Hua ......

Overloaded this is?

Seeing her dazed look, Alatan Cang smiled again: "This is interesting, Han children who can't speak Mongolian give Mongolian names." ”

After saying this, Alatan Cang did not speak again. When the meat in the basin had been eaten, he said something to the man at the table, and the man took out a large lunch box from the package he had with him, and put all the bones in the basin in it.

The two got up and left the hotel.

The guests at the other table did the same after a while, using their own large lunch box to take away all the bones they had eaten.

Feng Hua looked at the remaining half of the bones, and took out a lunch box and began to pack it, but it took 3 aluminum lunch boxes to finish.

When I walked out of the hotel, it was already gray, the sun had completely set, and it was about to get dark.

There are pedestrians on the road that is not wide, and it looks lonely. Feng Hua hesitated for a moment and walked out of the city, intending to find a place to enter the space to rest.

Although it is said that there is no need for space if you can, the temperature of the grassland in spring is still very low, and the temperature difference between day and night is large, and it is not uncommon for heavy snow to fall in this month of previous years.

Spend the night in the middle of nowhere...... Feng Hua thought about it, she didn't have cold medicine.

After taking a few steps forward, Feng Hua saw the person who had exchanged food stamps with her in the meal just now. The man was sitting on the side of the road, looking in a daze.

Seeing Feng Hua coming, the man raised his head and smiled.

Feng Hua also smiled, it seemed that he was not in a daze, he was waiting for her.

"Uncle, what's wrong?" Feng Hua took the initiative to speak.

"Well, what's the matter, do you still have food stamps? I'll change it with you! The man said with a smile.

Feng Hua guessed that this was the case.