The First Chaos In History

　　 I walked a dozen steps forward against the kneeless grass, the front is the vast night, and the back is...

　　 I suddenly felt that maybe it was a wise choice to stay in the car all night and wait for dawn, but what made me horrified was: when I turned around, I couldn't find the direction where I was just now! I turned around 180 degrees rigorously, counted the steps and walked a dozen times. There were no cars in that place, and the lighter couldn't be wiped in the wind. I could only turn on the blue screen phone and barely be able to see three steps away under the faint light. Distance, I wandered in place for a long time, and came to a conclusion that after this madness, my car may have been a thousand miles away from me, maybe within a few steps, but unless I collided with it, If you want to look for it deliberately, you won't be able to find it anyway.

　　 This terrible grassland!

　　 I swallowed my heart and thrust it in a fixed direction.

The ecology is so **** good, the grass is half a person tall, the stars are so bright that you can come down by raising your hand, the night wind is as clean as pure oxygen, I feel like a pollutant, the air is coming from my chest Going in and out are full of nicotine and car exhaust. When a person grows up in this environment, he can have a healthy body and a bright temperament...

But soaking the virus in formalin is definitely a wrong choice. I feel that I will be wiped out in half an hour at most, especially the deadly cold wind, but soon I don’t think so--- -A loud howl of a wolf came in the distance...

　　 There are wolves in this place! The long-lost wolf, dear wolf, the wolf who has been working tirelessly against the rabbit family. The elementary school teacher told us that the big bad wolf is a badass, but the senior intellectuals are not so arbitrary. After the wolf became a protected animal, in-depth works such as "Looking for the Wolf" and "Wolf Totem" appeared successively, which made many people think of wolves, and many intermediate intellectuals and members of the underworld once again carried forward the wolf culture---I I don't know if they will rush to worship when they meet the wolf face to face or run away.

　　I miss the wise woodman in "Mr. Dong Guo" very much, I miss the hunter in "Little Red Riding Hood" very much, I miss the old pig in "The Three Little Pigs" very much

　　 The favorable situation for me now is: the wolf is not protected here; the unfavorable situation is: I am not protected either...

　　 I wiped tears as I walked and kissed the wolf. What an extravagant thing in 2008, but I am not happy at all, suddenly. Seeing that there were two bright lights flashing in front of me, I hurriedly lay down, the speed and posture standard even the SEAL instructors could not be as good as the instructors.

　　 What the **** is that? Is it the wolf’s eye or the shepherd’s tent?

　　 I stood up quickly, because I felt that if the opponent was a wolf, it would be useless to lie down at such a close distance. I started to bite from the leg while standing, and the area of ​​force was still large when crawling.

　　 I will take a closer look. Those two bright lights moved in the visible wind. It looked like an animal blinking, and it looked like the flame of a candle. Fortunately, it was dangling there and didn't take the initiative to approach it. I gritted my teeth and walked over there.

　　 The light is still looming on the flat grassland. Sometimes I really wonder if I am so hungry that I have the illusion of Venus appearing.

　　 After walking more than 20 meters away, I was pleasantly surprised to find that it was indeed a shepherd’s tent, with a human body floating in the light and shadow. I ran away without waiting to yell, "Is anyone?"

　　 A tall shadow opened the tent. Asking loudly: "%……￥#* (Mongolian)?"

　　 I yelled excitedly: "%……￥￥￥(suspected as a brand new language)!"

　　 The man asked in doubt: "Mongolian)?"

I yelled: "*--...% (new language) Uh... do you speak Chinese?" I only found out that I had been yelling with others for a long time, and you said that I am a person who can't even speak two or a half sentences in English. What's the fun with others? This phenomenon can be explained as a primitive sigh that can't be resisted after the sudden discovery of the same kind.

　　The man who came out was a Mongolian man wearing a Mongolian robe. He heard me say a few words and answered in jerky Chinese: "Han?"

　　 "Yes. But I found someone. Can you take me in for one night?"

　　The big man hurriedly let me into the tent, smiled and said to the inside: "I have a guest."

　　 In the tent, there were two broken pieces of suet wax. There is a table on the kang, and there is a Mongolian woman, like a national customs, similar to the yurt in the tourist area introduced on TV, but one less portrait of Genghis Khan...

　　 When the woman saw me coming in, she stood up and nodded at me, and brought two pieces of white lamb and a crock of horse milk wine without saying a word.

　　 I didn’t care to say more, rubbing the frozen hands and feet while eating meat. When I looked up, I found that the couple looked at me in horror. I was embarrassed and said: "Sit down, hey, I'm really hungry."

　　 The man told the woman: "Go get some more meat." Then he sat next to me and said, "Guest from afar, where are you from?"

I sighed: "I can't tell where I come from." I am now shaved, like a Khitan, wearing Tang Dynasty noble clothes, pants are from the land of Jiumu, and shoes are from Kang Nai... You say me Who is it?

I saw that the man stared at me in a daze, and asked him, "Have you eaten?" I asked because I looked around and found that the family is definitely not rich. There are several pieces of animal skins and a pair of hides hanging in the tent. There is no other place except the bow.

　　 The man said: "You can eat and leave us alone."

Mongolians are hospitable. I still know from the travel guide that if the nomadic Mongolians encounter guests from far away, they will regard them as the greatest shame and crime if they do not entertain guests, so I did not show too much. Cautious, after the woman fetched the meat, I pushed the plate in the middle and said, "Let’s eat together."

　　 The couple didn’t say much. They sat on the kang and ate with me. I touched my whole body. The man asked, "What's wrong with you?"

　　 I wanted to find something to return to the couple, but after a long time I didn’t find anything of value. I was overjoyed when I accidentally encountered the half-cup or three-bowl. I brought it up and said diligently: "Come on, **** wine."

　　 I poured a bowl for each of them, and there was only one bite left in the cup. If I took out gold or silver, the couple would definitely not accept it, and they might be angry. But it’s not the same if it’s the place of wine. Mongolians are good at wine, and it’s impolite to refuse the wine brought by the guests. The man ate it without hesitation, and the woman showed great interest in the space cup. I said, "I will give you this cup."

　　 The woman hurriedly said: "It's too expensive, we can't collect it."

　　 "What's the price? It's only 1 yuan." I can see that women really like the cup. At that time, the Mongolians lived in poverty. Their most valuable thing is neither cows nor sheep. It's all kinds of utensils, the more attractive ones are all exchanged for high prices from the hands of the Han people. This space cup is light, large in capacity, and not afraid of being touched or dropped. This thing is equivalent to a plasma wall-mounted TV to them.

　　 At this time, the reminiscenced man said in admiration: "The wine the guests brought is as delicious as a gift from the sky."

　　 I poured him the remaining bite into the bowl, and handed the cup to the woman.

　　 The man solemnly said, "I don't deserve to drink this kind of wine anymore. I'm going to dedicate it to the sweat."

　　 I was surprised: "Sweat profusely? Is it Genghis Khan?"

　　 The man was confused and said: "Genghis Khan? Who is that? Who dares to call himself that ---- except our Mongolian sweat?"

　　 The woman explained to me: "It was Temujin who was sweating profusely. It was he who brought us Mongolians together, so there is no need to be bullied by the Han and Jurchens anymore." The affection of love was beyond words.

　　 The man said excitedly: "I'll go and offer this bowl of wine to him, and take the guests to greet me by the way." He went out and led the horse. The woman poured the wine in her bowl and returned the space cup to me and said, "We really can't ask for this."

　　 I pretended to be angry and said, "If you don't take it, I won't eat your food."

　　 When the man went to lead the horse, I asked the woman, "Is Temujin sweating far from here?"

　　 The woman said: "It's not far, just get on a horse, and you can come back after peeling a sheep." It didn't mean to say. Who knows how fast the horse runs. And how long does it take to peel a sheep?

　　 I asked again: "Is it easy for you to want to see him?"

　　 The woman said: "It's not difficult, especially for gifts to guests from afar. He usually won't refuse, Khan, he is a person who likes to learn about the outside of the grassland."

Well, this shows that he has begun to have the ambition to invade, but he has not yet called Genghis Khan~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I took advantage of the woman to accidentally throw a blue medicine in the bowl, since this wine is intended to be offered to them The most beloved leader, surely no one would steal it, but it's hard to say if there will be an accident. As far as I know, other emperors of his level have dedicated drug testing. The man led the horse out of the tent, came in and picked up the wine bowl and left. I was surprised: "Are you looking for a can, bottle, or something?" What if it spills?

The man smiled slightly, carried the bowl in one hand and came outside, flew away on his horse, and hurried away at an average speed of 65 miles. Looking at the bowl again, he was motionless in the night, as if he were standing in the air. It's still stable.

About two cigarettes (equivalent to a woman peeling a sheep), noisy horseshoes sounded outside the tent, I lifted the slits, and saw dozens of brightly dressed Mongolian cavalry under the leadership of the men. When they came down to the door, they dismounted one after another. Some people put their hands on the scimitars. I wondered: Is it because the trick has been exposed? Someone who tested Genghis Khan for drugs started talking nonsense after drinking my wine, talking about Genghis Khan's merits and demerits for later generations, so they sent someone to me to settle the account?

　　 As soon as I was fascinated, the tent was opened by a Mongolian leader with a lot of scars on his forehead. He stood there with a stern face and said loudly, "Sayed a lot of sweat, the man who offered him wine..."

　　 My heart gurgled and sank like a can full of holes being thrown into the water. It seems that the momentum is not good!

Unexpectedly, the leader suddenly became uncontrollable when he said this, he snorted and said: "It's his best brother Xiaoqiang. If he bends to the tenth finger and you haven't seen him yet, then we will use the best horse. Milk wine fills your stomach."