The next morning, Martin woke up to find himself bleeding from his nose. The old man burned him a little grass ash, which was wet with water, clumped together, and stuffed in a nose.

Martin suddenly felt his breathing cut in half, and he became a little dazed.

The old man went out for a long time before coming back. It turned out that he went out and borrowed an ox cart from somewhere.

The ox cart stopped at the door of the shack, and he helped Martin to sit up. A large, sturdy buffalo with dark skin and shiny horns walked slowly in front, with Martin and the old man sitting in the back. The car was also loaded with some hay, perhaps to feed the cattle on the road.

The ox cart walked slowly along the mountain path. Surrounded on either side by mountains and woods, with the occasional few people's houses, Martin had never encountered such a mountainous scene before, and he couldn't help but look at it with fascination.

In the middle, they came to a place similar to a post station, and the old man stopped the ox cart with a "shout", and then slowly got out of the car.

A young man from the post station came out to receive him, and it could be seen that he was quite familiar with the old man. But he gave Martin a suspicious look and didn't talk to him.

The old man went to the back room and poured two bowls of water and brought them out, then took out two dry rice crackers that he had brought with him, gave one to Martin and one to himself, and said, Eat a little, cushion.

Martin looked at the rice crackers that were a little yellowed and squeezed together, and it was a little hard to swallow. But seeing that the old man was eating deliciously, he reluctantly gnawed on it.

After the old man finished eating, he went to feed the cows, and sure enough, the hay on the cart was also for the cows.

Martin wanted to pull out the ash in his nostrils, but found that this thing had absorbed blood and became round, and it was stuck in his nostrils, and he couldn't pick it out, and he couldn't pull it out, which was really uncomfortable.

Martin struggled for a long time, but he still didn't get it out.

The old man came over and said, don't do it, someone will help you when you get to Kuzhipu.

Martin didn't understand what he meant, but he didn't ask too much.

Everything was cleaned up, the old man said hello to the two people in the inn, and he was ready to set off again.

Not far after walking out, Martin couldn't help but ask, Uncle, you are very familiar with them! They usually receive some passers-by here, but I don't see many guests passing by, we stayed for more than an hour, and we didn't see anyone else coming. What income do they live on?

The old man said with a smile that these are public facilities that serve the district, and their supplies and salaries are all paid by the government. Don't underestimate this kind of work, in the mountains of our country, you want to do it.

Martin couldn't help but be stunned, he felt that although this kind of work was stable, it was not exciting at all, maybe it was because the mountain people had not gone out to see the world, so they liked this kind of work that seemed to him to be no different from sitting in prison and staying in prison.

It wasn't a good day, and it was cloudy and sunny along the way, but luckily it didn't rain. When the sunset filled the western sky, they finally walked out of the mountain road and came to a town that looked relatively large.

The town was scattered, but the old man seemed more familiar, he jumped out of the car, walked to the front, led the ox, Martin also made a gesture to get out of the car, but the old man stopped him.

Martin noticed that the cow had a shiny ring of its nose embedded in it, because of this, the cow had to be obedient. Although Martin had not worked in the agricultural industry, he also knew that the ox, though very loyal, had a great temper, and sometimes it did not listen to orders, and it was even more dangerous to vent its anger on its owner, and people could not stand its two sharp horns.

So in order to protect themselves and discipline the cow, people thought of a way to put an iron ring on its nose.