There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

Blue sky, clear lake, green grassland, galloping horse, white sheep. The prairie is indeed heaven.

Sitting in the car, the clouds are walking, the birds are flying, the mountains are full of wild apricots in the distance, the yurts are in succession, there are wisps of smoke rising from the yurts, the flocks of pasturing sheep, the sunset reflecting the clouds on the red sky, all Everywhere to show people the charm and magic of the prairie.

"Kanto is a prime minister, Kansai is a general, Jiangnan is a talent."

A strong man riding a horse, galloping on the vast grassland, flying freely. That proficient posture and fast speed are worthy of a nation that immediately beats the world.

Departing at five o'clock in the morning, two trucks galloped all the way, and finally came down to the pastoral area at sunset.

At this moment, everyone did not feel tired from the journey, and the scenery along the way was beautiful.

It is different from the rough sea, and different from the tender Jiangnan water town. The prairie conquered the world with its own unique charm.

When he arrived in the pastoral area, Zhao Dashan took Zhang Guoqing to a yurt and found his friend Zhamu.

The hospitable middle-aged Zhamu used their local customs and etiquette to grandly receive a group of people. Fortunately, before coming, Zhao Dashan deliberately instructed everyone some etiquette, and finally he would not be rude.

Under the leadership of Zhao Dashan, the two trucks continued to drive to the military horse farm, and many Mongolian Dapao people who also welcomed Zam’s family came to watch the excitement.

I heard that Zhang Guoqing and several people brought their children to admire the prairie. The hospitable old people are proud to introduce the surrounding attractions and tell the legends of their tribe.

The Zhamu family’s youngest daughter helped with the translator, saying that she would confuse a few Mongolian words when she was anxious. The cheerful and generous little girl's laughter from time to time let everyone relax.

Hand-caught meat, lamb ribs soup, pies, and mare's milk wine at the dinner banquet. A hearty meal, everyone hates to leave.

As night fell, I looked up at the stars in the sky, Xixi's cool breeze was blowing, and there were waves of local ballads in my ears, and the sounds of sheep and horses in the distance.

The scenery in the pastoral area tonight is beautiful and the people are more beautiful. The beauty is so open-minded that people forget the world.

The next morning, everyone got up early, had breakfast, followed Uncle Zhamu, and drove a herd of cattle and sheep to the lake not far away.

From the mouth of Uncle Zhamu along the way, I learned that everyone was a few days late, and the grand horse racing festival on the grassland had just passed. Let everyone regret it.

Zhang Guoqing held his son and heard that the jockey meeting was another material exchange meeting. The herders who helped the old and the young set up dense tents to exchange their own production of meat, ghee, lake salt, cordyceps and fritillary, and bought them for a whole year Necessary production and daily necessities.

He was very surprised. He didn't expect there to be a market here.

After Uncle Zamu explained, everyone understood that besides the jockey club material transaction, other times they had to go to the town's supply and marketing cooperative to buy.

Zhou Jiao blinked at Zhang Guoqing. Now that the management is loose, I just went to the town to see the situation.

Before the couple could communicate well, Zhang Yuntao and the others were already eager to consult Uncle Zhamu, but they planned to bring the special products back.

Zhang Guoqing listened to their conversation, put aside peace, and let him pick wild flowers to play. He took a bunch of flowers and woven it into a wreath on Zhou Jiao's head. He took out a camera from his backpack to take pictures of his wife and son, and he was about to keep their smiles under the lens.

The great time can't be wasted, it doesn't have to be like those fools who are still discussing eating and drinking Lazar. The prairie has more meat. You want as much milk wine as you want.

Zhang Guoqing's family of three played pottery for more than an hour not far away. In the end, Li Qinglin found the camera and called everyone forward.

After Zhang Guoqing took a photo with a family of three, changed the film, and finally passed the camera to a few of them. I took my daughter-in-law and son to the meadow to touch the wild duck eggs.

Zhamu saw these young people and sighed that he was old, these children really can play.

Very good at playing! Zhang Guoqing is a master of various tricks.

Soon Zhao Yuanyuan and the others discovered that they had to follow Zhang Guoqing. I didn't see everyone fishing, he had already cast a net and harvested a net full of fish.

As it approached noon, everyone looked happy and went back with Uncle Zhamu. Had it not been for him to remind people to take everyone on horseback in the afternoon, these people would go to the depths of the grassland if they were crazy.

Zhang Guoqing has a deep understanding of the pleasure of riding a horse, but he can't describe it in a chic and unrestrained manner. The red jujube horse bumps his stomach all the way. There is still a gap between imagination and reality.

Fortunately, a good arrow made him a huge success. Seeing the fallen wild animals in the grass, he finally didn't lose his grandfather's face.

Uncle Zamu was worried that these young people would run into the danger zone without knowing the severity. Regardless of the peace and safety around them, but deep in the prairie, there are wild wolves.

On the third day, Uncle Zhamu personally drove a group of them to town. Before strolling around, a bus bound for the city took these young people away. He looked sadly at the smiling faces in the distance. If this were his son, he would have beaten these wild boys to death.

Zhang Guoqing and the group did not know Uncle Zhamu's concerns. In the week when Zhao Dashan came to pick them up, they couldn't wait to run around.

As usual. After getting off the bus, they first checked in to the guest house. Everyone took a bath ticket exchanged by Zhang Guoqing at a high price~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and rushed to the bathhouse to take a bath.

Men can still jump in the lake and swim around, but Zhou Jiao and Zhao Yuanyuan are very pitiful. At this moment, Ping An was taken away by Zhang Guoqing and the others, and the two girls ran inside excitedly.

With plenty of time, a group of people stayed around the city looking for food and specialty products. It's a pity nowadays that apart from snacks, you can only order special dishes in restaurants.

A few days later, everyone spent almost the same amount of money on them, and finally gave up, carrying large bags and small bags, reluctantly getting on the bus back to the town.

Uncle Zhamu was already in a hurry. These children took a telegram after going out for so many days. They don't know what to do. If something goes wrong, how can they explain to their old friends.

After finally receiving the second telegram, these bear kids finally came back. He waited at the car stop early and didn't see anyone until the afternoon. He found himself wanting to cry.

On the return trip, Uncle Zhamu laughed loudly as everyone talked about the interesting things they had encountered on the itinerary. He really convinced the young man.

I saw some pedestrians on the road in rags, dragging their children and carrying packages. Uncle Zhamu felt it necessary to make the children more mindful, don't be silly haha ​​just to play, you should know something.

Far away, he whispered to Zhang Guoqing and the others that those behind were all refugees who had recently escaped from the famine. Now these people are still looking for the tribe to take them in. Now the weather is not cold, if you are lucky you can still find refuge, if you are not lucky, you don't know if the town will drive them back to their hometown.

Uncle Zhamu's words made everyone wake up from this pleasant day. No one would foolishly ask Uncle Zamu why their tribe would not accept it.

Everyone turned their heads and looked behind in a tacit understanding. Looking at the pedestrians who are supporting each other and looking at each other, you can feel the palpitations and shocks brought by the heavy steps.