The reason why Lu Ziming said this is entirely because he learned from TV that modern life has not only destroyed the old system, but also changed the life preferences of ethnic minorities.

"Who said that we herdsmen have to hold many grand events every year, such as in the summer lake festival that starts soon, herdsmen from all over the world gather together to select the bravest ten warriors, they are all superb in martial arts, and they are not at all comparable to you Han people......", Zhuoma suddenly stopped, and said dissatisfied: "Are you Han people so cunning? Obviously, there are many colorful fruits in your backpack, why do you lie to me?"

"These colorful fruits are not the apples you say, only the red colorful fruits are the best, for example, this black colorful fruit is very bitter, I don't believe you taste it", Lu Ziming handed a black colorful fruit to Zhuoma and asked him to taste it.

The reason why Lu Ziming brought other colors of colorful fruits out of the enclosed space was because he never understood why a tree could grow fruits of different colors and flavors, and he wanted to have the opportunity to ask someone to ask or see if they could be planted outside the enclosed space.

"Bitter!" Obviously Zhuoma didn't believe his words, who would bring something unpalatable with him, fool the fool.

Zhuoma took a bite hard, opened his mouth suddenly, and spit out the flesh in his mouth, "It's really evil, you really can't eat it! Can't you eat those colored fruits, but it looks good", Zhuoma pointed to the colorful fruits of other colors in the backpack and said unwillingly.

"People are a little bigger, and they actually want to eat, each color of these colorful fruits represents a taste, sweet and sour, bitter and salty, what taste do you like, I will pick one for you to taste", he can't put too many colorful fruits in his backpack, he doesn't want to waste it.

"Let's have a spicy one, I haven't eaten chili peppers for a long time", Dolma licked his lips and his expression twitched, as if he had already smelled the spicy smell.

Lu Ziming snatched the black colorful fruit from Zhuoma's hand, took a small bite, tasted the sweet taste from the bitterness, and enjoyed it very much: "Don't waste this colorful fruit, every color of colorful fruit is extremely precious."

"Huh!" Lu Ziming, who was looking for colorful fruits in his backpack, suddenly froze and checked his backpack desperately, as if he was looking for something.

"What's wrong?" Dolma stuffed his head into his backpack and saw Lu Ziming rummaging through the backpack.

"It's gone, how can it be gone? It's impossible, it's obviously put in it", if something else is missing, he probably thinks he forgot it accidentally, but he remembers this thing very clearly, it's too important to him, it's impossible to forget.

"What's missing! Isn't it the colorful fruit you said, you liar!"

How did he meet a foodie, "Take it!" He began to have an inexplicable panic, not because the thing was missing, but because things were getting more and more strange. First, after the outbreak of the virus, he had the ability to devour crystals, then he fell into a closed space, and then the ancient scroll that he had put in his backpack disappeared.

There is no doubt about the importance of the scrolls, from the beginning of the disdain for the scrolls, slowly discovered the swordsmanship hidden in the scrolls, and mastered the use of energy in the body through the practice of swordsmanship, with the deepening of the study of swordsmanship, I realized that every movement of the portrait on the scrolls contains incredible power, those movements that look elegant and simple, every move and every potential have been carefully deduced, although I don't know who drew this scroll, but it does not prevent myself from admiring and thanking him.

Because of the importance of the ancient scrolls, I even "wash my hands in a golden basin" every time I watch them, for fear of damaging the ancient scrolls, how can I not remember to put the ancient scrolls there?

When he finally came out of the enclosed space, the scroll was still in his backpack, and there was no one else in the enclosed space but himself, which ruled out the possibility of theft. The only thing worth doubting is whether someone touched his backpack during the time he was unconscious.

As soon as the thought arose, it was extinguished, impossible, why did anyone take the ancient scroll. This is a completely unfamiliar place, if someone is interested in seeing wealth, he completely believes it, but he is the only one who misses the ancient scroll, this obviously does not make sense, is he really mistaken, the ancient scroll is still in the enclosed space.

Lu Ziming couldn't help but shudder, and an extremely absurd thought emerged in his mind, why he was able to enter the closed space was because the ancient scroll was still himself, obviously the ancient scroll was more reasonable. If this is the case, the scroll belongs to the enclosed space, or it comes there, and when it escapes from the enclosed space, the scroll is naturally left behind.

Thinking of this, he felt a little lost in his heart, not because of the loss of the ancient scroll, he had been observing the ancient scroll for more than a year, and the pictures on it had already come into his mind, and it didn't matter if it was temporary or not. On the contrary, it was the secret of the ancient scroll that gave him a lingering haze, why did the Lu family regard the ancient scroll as a family heirloom, why no one had discovered the secret on the ancient scroll, he didn't think he had the ability to solve the mystery of the ancient scroll, could it be that the ancient scroll was really left by the ancestors of the Lu family?

Zhuoma bit the colorful fruit in his mouth, and pushed Lu Ziming, who was in a daze: "What is missing, why don't I help you find it?"

"No, you were suddenly homesick just now?" he hurriedly disguised.

Zhuoma sat on the grass, pillowed his head with his arms, and lay on his back facing the sky, looking at the white clouds floating over the blue field: "I'm homesick too! Hey! Are you Han people the same as here? I heard that the buildings there are as high as the white clouds, everyone has their own car, and they don't have to go to work to eat and drink, and the women there are as white as milk, their skin is as smooth as water, and their waists are like wicker, aren't they?"

This young man is really a wonderful, just how old he is, and he began to think about women, "How old are you, has your hair grown?"

Zhuoma bit down a piece of flesh fiercely, his eyes were full of longing, and he muttered: "Eji found me a woman, and I will take it home after this year, I heard that her waist is very thick and her breasts are also very big, Eji said, such a woman can give birth and take care of the family and cattle and sheep, unlike the women in the south, who are useless." Tell me, how do you Han people find women, do you just need to be beautiful?"

Lu Ziming's face has a black line, and he talks about women with older children, isn't this a crime? He doesn't know, in fact, what Zhuoma said is not wrong, the age of Mongolian herdsmen to get married is 18 years old, and next year Zhuoma will be 18 years old.