Dular was frightened and quickly snatched the coffin board that his father was pressing over, saying that he would not let his father sleep. "Burn, then I'll go burn now. Fortunately, I met you two! Our village owe a favor to the Ma family again."

"Brother Dular, don't worry, this coffin board is useful for me." Ma Ya took it.

The white-haired and yellow-skinned girl was very interested in this coffin board. The coffin board was cold and cool. Ma Ya put it on her legs and even felt like a piece of ice trembling all over. The white-haired and yellow-skinned girl jumped up and jumped happily left and right, and seemed to like this cold feeling very much.

"Oh, you're so annoying, go down quickly." Ma Ya drove it down.

At this time, someone outside the house shouted: "Well, two Mongolians came outside and said they wanted to see you."

"Dulal, go see them for me. Don't speak too hard." said the old patriarch.

Dular nodded slightly and said to Wushuang and Ma Ya, he would lose his companion for a while, and then hurried out.

"Old patriarch, how could there be Mongolians coming to you? Do they come often? Please do things?" Wushuang asked.

The old patriarch said that the Xing'an Mountains are very close to the Hulunbuir Prairie in Inner Mongolia, and the Mongolians and the Ewenki people have been of the same blood lineage after thousands of years. Therefore, there are many people on both sides. However, they have been very diligent in the past, for the White Deer King of the Ewenki people.

"Bai Deer King? The Mongolians do not believe in the White Deer King, so they are difficult for you?" Wushuang stood up for the unfairness, especially now that he has the Mosinnagan spear in his hand, he is even more confident. In his eyes, the Mongolians are all thick men with big arms and round waists, and their temperaments are even more cheerful than those of the Northeastern people. They are driving cattle and sheep on the grassland and humming long tunes, which is so unhappy. How could they be interested in the White Deer King?

"These Mongolians are very strange. They are still riding horses across the Xing'an Mountains. They also speak Gustonian. But they did not rob the White Deer King, and they kept discussing the price with me, saying that they would take the White Deer King to Hulunbuir Grassland to attend any ceremony, and they would return the White Deer King in a month."

Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, there was a crisp shaking sound of a bell hanging around the horse's neck.

Wushuang didn't care much at the beginning, but as two Mongolians outside led Ma Er to the yard of the old patriarch's house, the crisp ringtone became clearer.

Hugh... Hugh... Hugh... Ma Er's bell tied around his neck has a strong rhythm. When he walks, he will hear a sound of three long and two short.

Wushuang widened her eyes and looked at Ma Ya. Ma Ya obviously didn't hear it clearly, or even if she heard the rhythm clearly, she didn't know the particularity of the bell on Ma Er's neck.

"Yeah, you can take a good look at the old patriarch and prescribe some prescriptions for body conditioning. I'll go and meet the Mongols with Dular." Wushuang turned around and walked out of the house.

"Hey? Brother? Why are you involved in with me?"

"It's not bothering, it's not bothering. You couple are the benefactors of our village. From now on, we will regard this as our own home. Come whenever we want to come. Just tell Dular. My guests are also your guests." The old patriarch likes Wushuang and Ma Ya very much.

Ma Ya's face was blushing. This was the first time someone said they were young couples. Although this description was a bit rustic, it had a special sense of intimacy and simplicity.

Dular brought the two Mongolian guests to the west room. Mongolians liked to drink milk tea. Dular brought the prepared milk tea on the kang table. Three strong men sat cross-legged on the kang while drinking and talking.

"Brother Dular, I really can't wait this time, I'm anxious! My father has repeatedly told me to take your White Deer King away this time. Of course, I won't treat you badly. Look, you can just open the price casually, and we will borrow it for two months. Such a good deal... Look..." The Mongolian was really cheerful. Without saying much nonsense, he smashed a suitcase of money on the table.

"Bater, it's not that we Ewenk people are not trustworthy, it's just... the White Deer King is the messenger sent by the gods to protect our Ewenk people... My father and I are also in a dilemma." Dular did not dare to say directly that the White Deer King was lost.

Wushuang wandered in the yard of the clan leader's house for a long time, stood in front of the stable and patted the two tall horses. The horse was really strong, and it looked like a good horse that traveled thousands of miles a day. A huge string of copper bells tied to its neck, and it made a clanging sound when it shook its head. The saddle was laid on the horse's back. The saddles of these two Mongolians were very special, with two long coarse cloth bags with exposed mouths on the left and right sides. Wushuang looked in and was equipped with a crescent-shaped saber and a single-barrel hunting rifle.

He thought to himself, now it is so open? Even Mongolian herders brothers have to bring firearms when they go out? Not to mention the weapons you bring, just look at the bells on the horse's neck, and I can know your identity from the bells that make three long and two short sounds. The bullshit Mongolian herders!

Wushuang knocked on the door and came uninvited to push it in.

"Dulal, don't disturb me, right? The patriarch asked me to accompany you to receive two distinguished guests." Wushuang smiled and handed the cigarettes to the two strong Mongolians.

"This is..." Bartel looked at Wushuang alertly.

"Oh, don't be surprised by the two. This is the benefactor of our village. Have you heard of Ma Sihai from Heilongtun? They are relatives of our family." Dular introduced.

Wushuang sat on the edge of the kang and deliberately unbuttoned the two buttons on her chest, revealing the ancient talisman.

Bartel stared at the boss with his eyes and blinked several times, for fear that he would not be able to see clearly, so he got closer and almost put two big bull eyes on Wushuang's neck to look at it.

"This... this is... you????" He pointed at Wushuang in surprise, stammeringly excitedly unable to say a complete sentence.

Wushuang blinked at him and signaled that Bartel could not be revealed.

"Ah, yes, I am a Han native. Ma Sihai is my second grandfather."

"Oh, oh, please sit down quickly." Bater kicked his follower off the kang, and he jumped down in shame and didn't even have time to put on his shoes. He also pushed Wushuang respectfully on the head of the kang.

This is also a Northeast culture. When you live in a kang downwards from the northeast, the location on the kang is also different. For example, the kang head is the hottest place separated from the stove by only one wall, so guests and owners will sit in this position. The kang tip is relatively cool, farthest from the stove, which is suitable for sleeping. There is also the kang edge, which is the outermost outside, and is usually the seat of the younger generation.
Chapter completed!