One old and one young, once again drink and talk.

It's just that even if there are herdsmen dancing around, playing beautiful music with instruments such as the horse-head fiddle, the Mongolian pipa, the Mongolian ukulele, and the yatoga.

The atmosphere between the two seemed to be still warm, but it was far less eager.

After eating a meal of wine and meat, everyone also left one after another.

However, Zhao Ming asked Pingqiantun for some sun-dried livestock manure, which is not smoky, and sleeping outside is really fatal.

Rao is like this, and everyone still didn't sleep well on the first night they came here.

It's too cold! Even if I sleep together, I still feel a little cold with some quilts.

Early the next morning, Zhao Ming asked people to start cooking meat on a fire, and directly slaughtered a sheep that he bought from Maoming Abe yesterday.

I went to the river not far away to get water, and everyone ate mutton soup and felt warmer.

But while eating, some herdsmen in Pingqiantun not far away came over with a bucket of freshly heated mutton soup.

Seeing that Zhao Ming and they had already started eating here, they were stunned, but they hurriedly put down the mutton soup and left.

Seeing how many there are, Zhao Ming is not ambiguous, and beckons the brothers to drink more, and when they are full, they have the strength to work, right?

However, Zhao Ming glanced at Pingqiantun, and just happened to see the old man Sun opposite, his eyes were facing each other, he nodded silently, and they were busy with their own work.

"It seems that Lao Sun has not completely given up struggling!"

"What gives up struggling?"

Tao Yan's voice sounded on the side, although he didn't sleep well last night, he didn't continue to hurry, and his complexion was much better.

"It's fine."

Zhao Ming shook his head, and made a silent agreement with Old Man Sun, and he didn't plan to say anything for the time being.

Things on the prairie seem difficult to solve at first glance, but in fact they are extraordinarily simple.

Because he has a flag, and with this flag, all he lacks is strength, but he is not in a hurry.

Since these tribes want to spend time with him, he naturally has time to waste.

It is impossible that the news of his arrival in Maoming Anbu has not spread, so let the bullets fly for a while to see if any shepherds or owners of other tribes have come to greet him in the past few days.

No, that's really bad.

Shaking his head, I've been really busy lately.

For several days, Zhao Ming kept beckoning everyone to build a camp, but fortunately, there were many people and great strength, and on the third day, a building comparable to a cowshed was erected.

It's really like a cowshed, there is no such thing as a cubicle.

There is only one compartment in between, mainly separating people and livestock from where they sleep.

After all, the cattle, sheep and horses have been staying outside for the past few days, and the mosquitoes are full, and these livestock are losing fat every day, which is really visible to the naked eye.

Now there is a place to stay, otherwise if it goes on like this, the dung will not be enough to burn.

Thanks to the construction of the camp, I finally didn't have to wake up from the wind blowing this big night.

Everyone slept extra sweetly that night.

Early the next morning, Zhao Ming was in a good mood and was about to take his brothers to ride a horse to run nearby.

As a result, the ground shook for a while, and then a large group of herdsmen on horseback galloped from the southwest.

Zhao Ming looked at it, there were about five hundred people, most of them were carrying knives, and some of them were carrying bows, which looked very strong.

Seeing this, Zhao Ming also took the brothers to turn over and get on the horse.

When encountering this kind of cavalry, regardless of whether the opponent is friend or foe, it is always right to mount the horse first.

The leader was a middle-aged man about fifty years old, with a beard and a shirt on his chest that was open to reveal the thick hair on his chest.

And there is a braid on the top of his head, which is not the kind of Manchu braid, but more like a braid that shows his characteristics.

The other party saw Zhao Ming's large group of people, and they lowered their horse speed before they got close.

It wasn't until they came to a distance of less than ten meters from Zhao Ming and them that they said in a deep voice, "Who are you?" This is Pingqiantun, why haven't I seen you before? ”

The middle-aged man asked in a deep voice with a horsewhip in his hand, his attitude was neither good nor bad, and he asked in a decent manner.

"Who are you? I am Zhao Ming, the new ranch manager, and this is my appointment document! ”

Zhao Ming took out the very good envelope that he had kept in his arms, because he felt that the group of people in front of him might have come from other pastures.

"Are you really Chief Zhao? I did hear that there was a new field manager sent up there, and that was you? ”

The middle-aged man was a little suspicious, but his face was obviously a lot positive.

"Not bad! The paperwork can't be faked, you can see for yourself! ”

Zhao Ming rode a little forward, not too close, but just spread out the paperwork and focused on the stamp.

The middle-aged man looked at it carefully, and after a while, he immediately turned over and dismounted, and hurriedly knelt on the ground towards Zhao Ming, and saluted respectfully.

This style is true, so Zhao Ming didn't expect it.

You must know that the military salute is now in the army, and the middle-aged man in front of him is now using the same set of etiquette as the previous dynasty.

"Alas! It doesn't have to be this way! ”

Zhao Ming also dismounted to support the other party.

"Under is the first ranch, the owner of Shangdu Ranch, Bayan! I've seen Chief Zhao! ”

The other party has a stubborn personality, as if he believes that this matter must not be disobeyed, and he has a lot of strength, Zhao Ming can only give up if he can't help the other party for a while.

However, after chatting and making sure that the other party was indeed here to meet him, Zhao Ming's heart was finally a lot more comfortable.

Damn, it's the fifth day, and this is the first person.

It seems that the five owners, except for this Bayan, it is impossible for anyone else to come.

Zhao Ming was a little depressed in his heart, the situation in this Chahar Ranch was not simple.

Bayan has a bold personality, and Zhao Ming also wanted to ask the other party some questions, so he invited a place into the house and chatted.

The house was very simple, and the two of them chatted casually about the mare's milk wine delivered by Pingqiantun next door.

"Chief Zhao, it turns out that you are confused about this, in fact, this is not strange, it is normal that they don't want to come to see you!"

Bayan took a sip of wine and said with a grin, not avoiding anything at all.

This reaction made Zhao Ming happy in his heart, and the attitude of Lao Sun's house before made him feel that there must be a lot of interest involved.

The interests are great, and naturally some people who want to open their mouths have to keep their mouths shut so as not to burn themselves.

"Oh, Brother Bayan seems to know something, can you help solve the puzzle?" Zhao Ming said with a smile, and immediately took out a box of Hade Gate from his pocket.

The team is a group of old smoking guns, and Zhao Ming naturally purchased a large number of grasslands that Hademen entered in advance, otherwise it would really kill him if there was no smoke.

"Smoked?"

"Oh, and this good thing!"

As soon as he took the cigarette, Bayan was obviously good at taking this puff, and he took it in his mouth very skillfully, and began to ask for fire.

The two lit cigarettes, Bayan took a deep breath and then said nonchalantly,

"Sir Zhao, I'm a straight person, I can really tell you some things, but I can't say some things."

"Okay, you just pick up what you can say!"

Zhao Ming didn't care either, it couldn't be said that the interests involved were very large, so big that Bayan, the tribal leader, had to be jealous.