A hearty lunch was eaten on the move, because Uncle Galu's family did not have a serious table, so we each received a small iron basin with porcelain dropped, which contained haggis with soup and water, and found a place to sit down, some on the lap, some on the armrest of the sofa and the like, holding spoons and steamed buns to eat quickly, and really experienced the eclectic dining style of the nomads.

Some experts on the Internet said that many people eating together will increase their food intake by 60%, coupled with this authentic haggis soup, everyone has a round belly in just a few minutes, and their faces are full of red light and a satisfied smile.

Only the two men in sunglasses who came with Su Rina ate more reservedly. I also took off my sunglasses during dinner, one was about 50 years old, and the other looked a year or two younger than me, in his early twenties.

The older one must be a single horn, judging from his face, this person is kind and kind-eyed, compared with Su Rina's current state, he is more like an honest person, and he can't see that he is a vicious villain at all, I even suspect that Su Meizi is looking for the wrong person.

The young one has delicate eyebrows, is very tall, and can be slightly taller than the fat brother, and his expression seems to have his own smile, which also makes people feel very kind.

However, I still keep reminding myself in my mind that you can't judge people by their appearance, and people who deal with all kinds of wild animals all year round naturally have excellent camouflage skills, and if they are blinded by a kind appearance, they are one step closer to death.

But there is one thing I still need to say, that is, these two people are very polite, not only behave very gentlemanly, but even in the yurt due to space problems, they will naturally avoid the side, humbly as if they want to bow, and never look at any of us, as if they have been abused before, so that we have to treat them in this way, to show respect.

After lunch, Dujiao and his assistant smiled and communicated with Uncle Galu in Mongolian, as if thanking him for his hospitality at lunch, and saying goodbye to Galu. Sure enough, after an elegant conversation, the two were about to leave, and at the same time they looked at Surina.

Su Rina lazily picked up the stockings that were thrown in the corner of the sofa and torn by herself, walked up to me, and said provocatively: "Little handsome guy, wait for me, let's go back and prepare, and come back to play with you tomorrow." Then he smacked me hard in the face.

I know that she is suing me, they will go back in the afternoon to prepare, and come back early tomorrow morning, it is difficult to say, only in this way.

I didn't respond, just nodded impatiently.

As soon as Su Rina went out, Yan Qiu, who was not angry on the side, said: "Hey, which one did the surnamed Su play?" Does it have to be this way? ”

I quickly glanced at Uncle Galu, glared at Yan Qiu again, and warned her not to talk nonsense, there are still people here who don't know the inside story, in case Uncle Galu knows the truth and is unwilling to be a guide, then everyone will have no good fruit to eat.

However, Uncle Galu was obviously busy sharpening his knife, probably preparing to bring it into the mountain tomorrow, and did not react to Yan Qiu's words. But I know he's not deaf, maybe he's pretending not to care.

After resting for more than an hour after the meal, Uncle Galu's daughter came out of the yurt with a basin of clothes, presumably to wash clothes by the river, and Uncle Galu's son also went out, not knowing whether to play or continue to herd sheep.

Uncle Garu's knife was almost sharpened, and he went into the back room where we lived, and said to us, "Let's go, there is still something to do before entering the mountain, and I will take you to meet someone." ”

Our kang was littered with the things we poured out of our bags, and we were about to recount and distribute them, but when we heard Uncle Garu say this, we had to throw away the unfinished items, put on our shoes, and walk out with Uncle Garu, I don't know who else needs to be seen?

Uncle Galu walked to the front of his three collapses, and we also consciously got on the back bucket, the door of the back bucket was not closed, and with the start of the car, the fan was called in the back, and it seemed that the distance was not far this time. Looking out from the rear, it was still driving on the grass, and it was still very bumpy.

After about five minutes of driving, we got out of the car, parked in front of another yurt, and looked back, we could still see Uncle Garu's house.

This yurt is different from Uncle Galu's, there are no livestock sheds or living utensils around, it is more like a landscape cloth for taking pictures, except for the sparse smoke and dust coming out of the chimney, there is no sign of life. The yurt is more traditionally built, wrapped tightly in a white cloth and very low.

The door of the yurt is less than 1.5 meters high, and it is a carved door made of wood, and the bright red background is painted with gold carvings, which is very exquisite. The door is very wide, and due to its low height, it seems to be approaching a square.

Uncle Galu held a cloth bag in both hands and led us into the yurt.

I looked down and found that the yurt was embedded under the surface, and I had to go down three cement stairs to enter the door, and the height of the yurt was also able to stand upright, which was no different from the height of ordinary people.

The ground is made of cement, different from Uncle Galu's house with bricks, and the furnishings in the house are also very neat, not as messy as Uncle Galu's house, although the overall feeling seems to be much cleaner, but it is a little deserted and has no breath of life.

The yurt is close to the third of the inside, is an earthen kang, the bedding on the kang is neatly folded, and a window is opened on the yurt wall next to it, and the inside of the window is a small square curtain rolled up, and when the curtain is lowered, the yurt should be pitch black, and it must be lit by an energy-saving light bulb hanging in the center of the top.

There was only one woman in the yurt, sitting cross-legged on the kang, because she had her back to the wall facing us, and she also wore a small Mongolian hat, I could only judge from her long hair and the Mongolian robe on her body that she was a woman.

When she heard us enter the house, she turned around and saw that it was Uncle Garu, smiling and communicating with him in Mongolian.

The woman is in her forties, with a large face, a standard Mongolian woman.

The uncle sat on the side of the kang and took out the contents of the cloth bag, which was a raw leg of lamb wrapped in plastic sheeting and gave it to the woman.

We sat down on the side of the kang and waited for them to talk, but we couldn't understand it at all.

After talking for about ten minutes, it didn't seem to be going well, Uncle Galu got up and said to a few of us, "Let's go." ”

As soon as I heard it, what was the situation? Let's go? This has been said for a long time, and we didn't understand this sentence, so the result is to go, right? I was unwilling to ask, "What the hell is going on?" What did you bring us here for? ”

Uncle Galu explained, "This is our shaman here, and I wanted to ask Tengri for his blessing before I left, but she was very traditional and only advised me not to bring outsiders into the sacred mountain, and was unwilling to help us do things. ”

The fat brother said angrily: "The leg of mutton was given away for nothing?" Nothing? ”

Uncle Garu smiled and said, "It's okay, we are friends, and we are gifts to visit our friends." ”

This is a matter between people, what the shaman is unwilling to do, and we can't force others, so I will remind the fat brother with my eyes, don't look for trouble. Although I also think that this woman is mostly a fool, the mages in my heart are all old and scumbag, and they don't match this chubby woman at all.

When I was about to go out, I suddenly remembered Yan Qiu's tattoo, didn't the taxi driver Lao Li say that this tattoo is the totem of the Mongolian shamanic tribe? Why don't I ask this and see if I can get any clues.

I took Yan Qiu's hand, put the tattoo on her hand upward, and asked the woman, "Do you know what's going on with this tattoo?" ”

Without waiting for Uncle Galu to translate, the woman grabbed Yan Qiu's hand, looked at the tattoo carefully, and gently stroked it with her hand, making Yan Qiu very uncomfortable. Then the woman said something to Uncle Galu in Mongolian.

Uncle Galu happily told us: "The shaman has agreed to help us do the work, this girl's tattoo is really useful." ”

I asked Uncle Garu, "Didn't she tell me where the tattoo came from?" ”

Uncle Garu shook his head.

I looked closely at the woman's hand, and there was no tattoo on it, and it didn't appear on all the furnishings in the room. But judging from the appearance of the tattoo she had seen, this move undoubtedly helped the two confirm each other's identities, Yan Qiu's tattoo was indeed related to shamanism, and the woman was indeed not blind.

I don't know how this ritual is done? A few of us stood in the room waiting to see.

The woman first took out a mobile phone from the top pocket of her robe, which was still a relatively new touchscreen phone, much more advanced than the Russian woman's. She dialed the phone, talked to the other end for a while, and then picked up her phone and waited there.

I asked Uncle Garu, "What are you waiting for?" ”

Uncle Garu said, "Wait for the assistant." ”

After a while, a stocky housewife came in through the door.