Probably because of drinking, or because of the fatigue of this journey, several people woke up very late the next day.

Yuan Yu still got up very early, afraid of waking up the ugly old man Xiao who was sleeping, Yuan Yu tiptoed to get dressed, and covered the quilt tightly for Xiaodaogu, and then pushed the door open.

The cold air of the early morning was a bit biting, and in the unusually large shed, the camels were gone, and it was empty.

In the courtyard, a camel merchant with a felt hat was tying the camels together one by one with straw ropes, and Yuan Yu counted them, and there were seventeen camels in total.

Under the neck of the last camel, a brass bell was tied, which jingled and jingled when it walked.

The elderly camel merchant told Yuan Yu in a voice full of vicissitudes, saying that when he heard the sound of the camel bell when he was on the road, he would know that the last camel was still there, and the camel team was still fine!

The camel merchant led his company of camels and clanked away, and Yuan Yu stopped looking.

Seeing the continuous mountains in the cold and hazy not far away, Yuan Yu knew that Mongolia was not necessarily a grassland.

And nearby, there is mostly a dark yellow, yellow-brown mountain, yellow-brown road, yellow-brown withered grass, and the winter slaughter has not completely faded.

Zhang Sanhui rubbed his sleepy eyes, walked to the shed and unbuttoned his trouser belt, and after a shiver at the end, he relaxed his muscles and bones, looked around a few times, and was about to rub Yuan Yu's head.

Yuan Yu looked at Zhang Sanhui's somewhat wet hands, and avoided them with a frightened expression......

Zhang Sanhui didn't succeed, scolded Diao Wazi stupidly, and finally rubbed his hand on his buttocks.

When they all got up, the sun was already very high, but it was still not very warm.

The owner of the camel shop said that this place is high in the west and low in the east, Nansha and North Grass, connecting the southern end of the Great Xing'an Mountains and the Inner Mongolia Plateau, and when it comes to autumn, it is very beautiful!

The shopkeeper regarded them as tourists who came to relax, and said curiously that there were really few people who came to Inner Mongolia to play at this time!

Old man Xiao didn't answer the shopkeeper's words with a haha, and only groped for his clothes pocket to pay for accommodation.

The shopkeeper is a straightforward person, stubbornly thinking that he is a friend after drinking, and he never takes money from friends!

Old man Xiao looked at the coldness at the door of the store, and said very implicitly: "The livelihood still has to be maintained!" ”

The shopkeeper was stunned, and slapped Old Man Xiao with a big slap and laughed.

He said that he would have starved to death if he had counted on this place to make money, and although he was a Han Chinese, his ancestors had already taken root here for three generations.

During the Republic of China, his grandfather was a well-known camel merchant, with 100 camels, and every time in the cold winter, the camel team would run far south to Tianjin, Beiping, and sell the coal he brought, and then sell it for goods to pull it back and sell it, so that he accumulated over the years. It's just that after the continuous wars, every stable day, the family business was also scattered little by little.

Fortunately, the accumulated contacts are still there, so in his generation, he married a grassland girl as his wife, and he also had children, and the cattle and sheep on the pasture every year were enough for him to live a stable life.

As for this camel shop, which has been passed down for many generations, it is purely to keep the little incense in my heart.

He knew almost all the camel traders here, but even so, fewer and fewer caravans passed by them every year.

When he said this, the shopkeeper's expression was a little complicated: "It's time to catch up, our old businesses in the past are slowly getting really old!" ”

Old man Xiao silently withdrew his hand, he understood that for some people, money is a token, and for others, money is an insult.

Sure enough, when he saw Old Man Xiao withdraw his hand, the joy on the shopkeeper's face became a little stronger, and he pointed to Xifeng and said, "You friends, it's settled!" Hello bro, you drank a lot, I didn't drink enough last night, continue tonight! ”

The young Yuan Yu didn't understand why the spicy wine fascinated the shopkeeper so much, but Yuan Yu was a little envious in his little heart.

He thought that drinking alcohol was a symbol unique to adults, and he wanted to grow up.

When I first arrived, it was not enough to rely on the archival materials given by Song Cheng.

Therefore, Old Man Xiao was not in a hurry to leave.

The shopkeeper's surname is Chen, and he has a name that is very inconsistent with his rugged appearance, Chen Jinyan, also known as his name.

For a whole day, Chen Jinyan was telling Old Man Xiao about his grandfather's time when he was a camel trader, and all kinds of strange things in the south, north, south, and north.

Yuan Yu listened fascinated, he didn't understand why they all had so many stories, compared to them, he was as thin as a piece of paper, except for his lonely life experience, he hadn't actually experienced much.

Chen Jinyan's face was slightly drunk, he took Old Man Xiao's hand, exclaimed happily, and said arrogantly, if something happened here, he Chen Jinyan's connections accumulated by three teachings and nine streams, it would still work to say it!

When Chen Jinyan said these words, he didn't know what the origin of these people he called brothers and sisters.

Zhang Sanhui fiddled with the fire and thanked him very sincerely.

When he said this, everyone was already drunk, and Xifeng, who had been talking and drinking, opened his mouth, but was stopped by Old Man Xiao.

Old man Xiao raised his eyebrows and said with emotion: "One side of the water and soil and one side of the people, this mother river of the Liao River really raises refreshing people!" ”

"It can't be said that the Mongolian people have never defined which river is the mother river, they have always been nomadic herders without a fixed place, where the water and grass are abundant, where they live, so the herdsmen have a unique feeling for each river and pasture."

When Chen Jinyan said this, he suddenly leaned closer to his face and said very seriously: "It's just that it's better to go less by this water!" Wickedly tight! ”

Old man Xiao waved his hand: "How evil can it be?" Which one of the Yangtze River and Yellow River is not evil? ”

Chen Jinyan smacked his lips, rubbed his dark red face for a long time, and then sighed and said: "It's different, that's different, the things about the Yangtze River and the Yellow River are not all spread little by little, which of you has experienced it?" ”

Old man Xiao snapped his fingers: "Then I have to count ...... well"

Chen Jinyan was stunned, slapped it over, and laughed: "Blow, you can blow it, the cowhide blows to the sky!" Old man, don't talk about it far away, just talk about the river god boy who was sealed by the public last year, if I say it, you don't even want to sleep well tonight! ”

Chen Jinyan shivered first, and poured a sip of spirits: "This matter, it's not a secret, it's just that the public doesn't let it go, and the rumors are spreading, it's going to squat, a few, do you know what a river god boy is?" He's Malego, it's something that comes out of a dead man's belly......"