The voice simulated by the vocal organs was sharp, the sound of a weak dog that was about to break.

If you don't look at people, just listen to the sound, you can imagine the appearance of a skinny guy pulling his neck and shouting.

This kind of accent can weaken Zhao Chuanxin's tall aura.

Sure enough, Bayar's forehead and his wooden forehead, or Yokokawa Yoshiro, the two did not notice anything wrong.

Zhao Chuanxin said: This nest has a level, and the lost fish are brought back.

But Bayar was unwilling to spend the money, so he went to the herdsmen to buy lambs and roast them himself.

The old man was a little stubborn in his bones, he asked the herdsmen for dry cow dung, lit it near Zhao Chuanxin, and slowly roasted the skinned lamb.

It's really clean and hygienic.

Zhao Chuanxin was downwind, and he was almost snorted by the strange smell of burning cow dung.

The vocal organ screamed, "Okay, okay, you're so neat, aren't you?" ”

He took the wood, set up the charcoal stove, and quickly moved to the upwind of the two.

The meat skewers were already cooked, Zhao Chuanxin picked up a handful of chisels, picked up a handful of wet grass and threw it into the charcoal stove.

Thick smoke billowed from the board, covering the bodies of Bayar's master and apprentice.

The two of them were in the thick smoke, choking and coughing.

Zhao Chuanxin skewered, shaking his legs to watch the fun.

The wind in the steppe didn't have a direction, it just choked them for a moment, and then turned somewhere else.

Bayar's forehead and Yoshiro Yokokawa's dusty faces.

But Zhao Chuanxin still regrets it, why didn't he choke them half to death?

He chewed a piece of meat tendon, but he didn't chew it for a long time, and spit it into the charcoal stove with a "bah".

Seeing this, Bayar's brows furrowed: "You are so disrespectful to the flames, sooner or later you will be condemned and punished by the fire god." ”

They worship fire and are not allowed to bake their boots on the stove, to step over the fire, to knock tobacco bags on the stove, not to pick up flames with knives, or to throw stolen goods into the fire...... A whole bunch of taboos about fire.

As for cow dung, they considered it clean and could even use cow dung to brush greasy crockpots and porcelain after meals.

Yoshiro Yokokawa's expression was sorrowful, as if he was already impatient with the red tape of Bayar's forehead.

Zhao Chuanxin stroked another string and said, "It's okay, you accumulate virtue, I create evil, let's offset it." ”

“……”

What kind of logic is this?

Zhao Chuanxin poured a mouthful of kvass with degrees, and ate very happily.

There are only herdsmen's tents nearby, and there are no car shops.

Seeing that, when they were ready to eat, they spent the night around the campfire.

Zhao Chuanxin thought about it, the grassland is vast, and it is the peak season, and the tall weeds are easy to block the view, if the two of them run away, it is not easy to chase.

So he was also going to spend the night here, staring at the two of them every inch.

At this moment, a little boy came out of the yurt, round and rumbling like a potato.

He was behind Zhao Chuanxin, looking at the meat skewers in his hand with blank eyes.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the boy's parents, who were busy handling the dead sheep in the night, as if they hadn't had time to cook.

After thinking about it, I divided the remaining meat skewers among the fat guys.

The fat and stupid one took it and ate it, and he didn't thank him.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a folding horse with a backrest and sat down, stretched out his legs, lit a cigarette, and unconsciously rubbed the lambskin he had just picked off, which was very soft.

There were a few meat skewers left, maybe just enough to be fat and appetizing, and after gobbling it up, seeing that Zhao Chuanxin had nothing more in his hand, he sat down next to Zhao Chuanxin and said something in a mumbled word.

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned and didn't understand.

But he heard Bayar, who was still roasting whole sheep from cow dung next to him, say: "He said, do you like lambs?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin said that you are still weird, and you also helped translate.

While cleaning up with dental floss, he spit out a cigarette by the way, and said lightly: "Yes, I like all kinds of animals except people, and meals are indispensable." ”

Bayar: "......"

Are you sure that is what the kid meant?

He translated it to Fat Little, who scratched his head and said one more sentence.

"He said he has a tea brick at home, and he can pick a piece of tea for you to make tea. ”

The chubby man has no neck, and Zhao Chuanxin patted him on the back: "Go quickly, take more, just eat meat and don't like to digest." ”

The fat boy got up and ran away.

Bayar said, "He is young and ignorant, and you will take it without telling him." ”

Zhao Chuanxin's cowboy hat was still very low, and he smiled: "Everyone is fake and serious, and there are few true gentlemen like me." He ate my lamb kebabs, and naturally he had to pay the price. Only when the villain is a relative, the gentleman is as frank as me. ”

At this time, Yoshiro Yokokawa sneered: "That kid is stupid, you fool him and say it with a high-sounding sound." ”

Zhao Chuanxin dusted off the ashes of his cigarette: "Don't underestimate children, you must know that the next generation looks at the previous generation, and it must be clearer than the previous generation looking at the next generation." This kid hasn't eaten, why don't you look for me? Maybe people are fat and have seen that you have a bad heart. ”

Yokokawa Yoshiro's heart tightened, and he snorted coldly: "A philistine like you, dare to underestimate others?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin raised his head, revealing half of his chin, and his eyes saw through the brim of his hat that the dark clouds in the sky had dispersed, revealing a clear starry sky.

He said: "Feng Yue is flat in business, the rivers and lakes are at ease, Lao Tzu has killed people in his life, set fires, lied, and slept with women, but no matter what he does, he is worthy of his heart."

You're so bad that you pus-bleeding dog, I'm afraid you can't even sleep and eat on weekdays, right? ”

"You ......" Yoshiro Yokokawa talked about his lips, where is Zhao Chuanxin's opponent.

The nose is so crooked.

And the old guy Bayar's forehead stared at Zhao Chuanxin's beard and narrowed his eyes.

At this time, the outer layer of the lamb they roasted was also cooked.

Yoshiro Yokokawa turned his anger into an appetite, tore off the dry mutton, stuffed it in his mouth, and swallowed it in a big gulp.

These days, he hasn't eaten anything good on the road, and his stomach is extremely short of oil and water.

Bayar said: "Qi Muge, you eat slowly, Meng and Tengri will not like us to overeat." The Han people also say that good things should not be eaten too much. ”

Meng and Tengger are immortal heavens, the highest gods of the grassland.

Yoshiro Yokokawa suddenly went violently, his face hideous: "Open your mouth Meng and Tengger, shut up and live forever, my wounds have festered, why didn't the gods let me heal?" I don't eat more meat, how can I recover? ”

Bayard was speechless.

Sometimes, the dancing god prays to the gods for protection, and the gods will also miss.

The atmosphere was cold, except for the beeping sound of the campfire.

The kettle that Zhao Chuanxin was boiling on the charcoal stove turned on, and the lid was opened.

Chubby also brought tea bricks.

Tea is very important to the grassland people, comparable to cattle and sheep.

The fat little broke the size of a fist, and there were traces of a knife chiseling on it.

Zhao Chuan's salary was divided into one-third, and the rest was stuffed back into the fat hand: "That's enough." ”

Then the milk brick I got from another child a few days ago, and the rest were given to Fat Xiao.

This thing is not particularly attractive to the fat guy, but it can also satisfy hunger.

The people on the grassland are actually very tough and only need a little food to survive. In the season of green and yellow, it is common to be hungry and full.

The fat boy suddenly pointed to the moon in the corner of the sky, he stretched out his hand, as if to pull the moon out, and made a hard sound from his mouth as if he couldn't pull out shit.

Zhao Chuanxin said that this ability to enjoy himself is almost catching up with himself.

He wouldn't have taken it as stupid.

The happiness that children get is logically and self-consistent, but adults lose this ability.

But Zhao Chuanxin hasn't yet, so he likes children, and children usually like him.

But Yoshiro Yokokawa is full of pain in his heart, and this is the fate of the villain.

At this time, Bayar's forehead looked at the fat boy who was stupidly happy in front of the moon, and suddenly turned his head and asked Zhao Chuanxin: "Why do you think that the younger generation sees the seniors more clearly?" ”

"Because the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, each new generation updates a piece of history. With people as a mirror, you can know the gains and losses; With history as a mirror, we can know the rise and fall. Zhao Chuanxin added: "Like me, I have to read "Spring and Autumn" every day. ”

As he spoke, he took out a copy of "Spring and Autumn" out of nowhere, opened it and shook his head.

Bayar: "......"

The more Yoshiro Yokokawa looked at Zhao Chuanxin, the more unpleasant he became.

He couldn't describe it, because at this time there was no word for "pretending".

So he ate the meat violently.

But eating meat can also choke.

Especially Zhao Chuanxin poured two cups of tea, and drank tea with the fat little man holding the glass and hissing.

Yoshiro Yokokawa choked even more, rolled his eyes, and was slapped on the back a few times by Bayar's forehead before going down.

Bayar has no heirs, so he is really interested in this apprentice.

It's just that this old guy gave care to the wrong person.

At this time, a wolf howl was heard not far away.

The fat parents immediately stopped what they were doing and hurriedly went back to the tent to get a bow and arrow......

(End of chapter)