My travels can open treasure chests

Chapter 209 A Bowl of Noodles

There is nothing good to eat for breakfast, it is still bread and milk.

Han Qi wants to eat some meat.

It's not beef jerky, he brought it himself, but it's okay to eat it as a snack, which should be the original purpose of beef jerky.Who in the south would eat beef jerky as a main course?
He wants fried, stewed ones.

Wiping the corner of his mouth, Han Qi cursed secretly.

Grass, don't want to.

While closing the tent, look at the surrounding environment.

It was already evening when I came here last night, and the sky was dark.Now it is daytime and it is clearer. There is a big river in the distance on the left, and Han Qi has been walking along the river yesterday afternoon.

There is still a big difference between Mongolia and the mainland, and it is not a problem of grasslands.

In other words, on this day, it is rare to see such a block of clouds in the mainland, and the visibility of the air will be much worse.Especially on cloudy days, the sky has no details at all, as if watching a 480P picture, it is a little blurry.

But in the sky of Mongolia, every cloud is full of small details, you can even see which cloud is raining,

Han Qi put away all his things, returned the grassland to Mongolia, and rode Xiaobai to continue towards the established direction.

It was often said in ancient times that a good horse can travel thousands of miles in a day.

Nonsense.

Only when you really ride a horse can you know the limit of the horse's ability.

Although the Xiaobai horse that Han Qi chose was not the best, it was definitely not bad. If the horse in Uncle Burigude's family was regarded as a grade in the school, then Xiaobai was definitely a good student in the upper middle class in the top class.

With himself and his luggage, Xiaobai can run 140 kilometers a day, which is 280 miles, and he can run so much only after running and taking away, plus a well-planned rest time.And if there is no drag, Xiaobai can run 170 kilometers at most.

Han Qi also rode for a day, and with the riding experience given by the system, Han Qi calculated that even the top BMW can run up to 200 kilometers in a day.

Traveling thousands of miles a day and hundreds of miles at night, tsk tsk, what kind of horse is needed to do this? If there is such a horse, Han Qi thinks it will be cheap even if it sells for 1000 million.

Walking on the road, Han Qi suddenly said to Xiaobai.

"Xiaobai, you seem to be short of an official name."

"hiss……"

Han Qi was so shaken that he couldn't calm down, so he kept thinking about things, sometimes thinking about travel notes, sometimes thinking about how he would behave in the system's video.

Now I suddenly remembered Xiaobai's name.

Han Qi wants to introduce Xiaobai to friends on the Internet tonight, so since he wants to post it on Weibo, he can no longer be called Xiaobai.People who don’t know think it’s the Jingba raised by Crayon Shin-chan, which doesn’t have the power of BMW at all.

So it’s fine to call it yourself, and you have to think of a name to send it out.

"Little White Dragon? No, no, no..."

Han Qi muttered alone, and Xiao Bai neighed from time to time. I don't know if he was echoing, but it might be rolling his eyes, but Han Qi couldn't see it.

I didn't see anyone at noon, and I didn't see the yurt until two o'clock.

Where there are yurts, there are people and food! !
Rush!
Early this morning, Han Qi wanted to find a family to eat some hot food, but he didn't expect to be ready to set off at dawn, and then he rode intermittently for several hours before he saw the first family.

Han Qi's good mood almost disappeared.

But it's good to have someone.

Han Qi rode his horse and dismounted more than ten meters away from the yurt, and shouted into the yurt, "Is anyone there? Hello!"

When he comes to a strange place, he always needs to learn the local language, but he doesn’t need to come to Mongolia. People here can speak Chinese, and Mongolians in some places can’t even speak Mongolian, so there is no need to worry about language here. No way.

It’s just that what they say has a taste, it’s for sure, it’s a Mongolian dialect.

Someone lifted the curtain of the yurt and came out.

It was a child, wearing a thick sweater, somewhat dirty, chubby, and red-faced.

He looked at Han Qi for a while and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm a tourist, passing by here." Han Qi found candy from the bag on the horse's back, and said as he handed it to him, "Where are your parents?"

The child took the candy Han Qi handed him without hesitation, and said, "Dad has gone to herd the sheep, and Mom is over there."

He pointed to the yurt in the distance, which was about 100 meters away.

Not to mention the kids, Han Qi hasn't discovered yet, but his yurt is independent, next to the livestock pen.Such a small pen should not be raising horses. From the tone of the child, it should be feeding a flock of sheep.

While talking, someone trotted over.

A woman may be the mother of a child.Seeing a stranger standing next to her son, the mother must have been anxious. After coming over, she also looked at Han Qi, and then at Han Qi's horse.

Mainlander?
tourists?

Came here on horseback?
Han Qi came all the way along the Yimin River, and the official road is three to five kilometers away from here. Even if you are riding a horse, you still walk along the road. Why did you come here?

"Hello?" she said.

"Hello, do you have anything to eat here? I'll pay for it."

He knew that Alipay might not be used in some places in Mongolia, so he brought some cash with him.Although there are not many, it is definitely enough for emergency, which is the current situation, and it is used to pay when you are hungry and want to eat.

"Yes, yes."

For those who can ride horses, Mongolians will always be more enthusiastic.

Although they are very enthusiastic.

Han Qi entered the yurt that he saw when he first came here.

This should be where they eat. After entering, there are a lot of kitchen utensils on the left, a table, a lamp and a bed on the right, and homework books on the table... Good guy, the kid is doing homework, right?
What day is it today?No class in the morning?
For people who don't have to go to work and don't have weekends, it is already very difficult to remember what day it is. Han Qi has no idea about the week now.

The beauty came up with the dishes.

It seemed that he couldn't help drooling at the sight of the heat. He only ate a bag of milk and a piece of bread in the morning, but now it was two o'clock in the afternoon, and he only drank some water in the middle.

Even Xiaobai ate deliciously all the way.

Han Qi really fulfilled what he said before, even if he was hungry, he would not let Xiao Bai be hungry.

The Mongolian woman put the basin in front of Han Qi, and the scent hit her nose.

smell good.

It's noodles, stewed handmade noodles.

There are meat, lentils, and potatoes in it, all of which are spread on the noodles, and the noodles are loose, with a sauce-red soup, which looks very appetizing.

Han Qi clasped his hands together, raised his head and said to her, "Thank you."

"No, there is nothing good to entertain you at home, please eat."

That's nothing good.

Han Qi felt that it was much more fragrant than the Naipizi he ate yesterday.

I took a bite with chopsticks.

Well, it's delicious too.

(End of this chapter)