The grasslands in May are the best season in Eastern Mongolia. Although the temperature has rebounded at this time, they are not so high that people sweat profusely. Therefore, mosquitoes and flies and other annoying creatures in summer do not "ravish" the grasslands on a large scale. People living here do not have to worry about being bitten and bitten by mosquitoes and flies, and they will be unable to rest all day long.

Since Ulutus was not in the tent of the king, Quandong and others could not complete the meeting. Fortunately, Hunur's arrangements were good, so he led them around the tent to take a look.

This is not the first time Song Defang has seen a large-scale tribe, but it is the first time that it has seen such a large-scale and orderly tribe. The entire tent is centered on the tent and is distributed outward in a circular shape. After circles, each tent maintains an equal distance. Only in the four directions of southeast, west and north, each person has a two-meter-wide avenue.

So no matter which direction you pass, you can directly reach the central tent where the prince lives.

In addition, there is no flow of sewage on the ground, and there is no pile of human and animal manure piled up everywhere. In the entire tent area, except for the green grass and grayish white tents, there is no other color, nor the disgusting smell.

According to Hunur, this is the designated living area for the prince who was favored by the Heaven of Eternity. Here, the herdsmen can only sleep and rest, not make fires, cook, bathe, dry clothes, and even go to designated places. Cattle, sheep and other livestock cannot enter here.

"Will the herdsmen be very inconvenient?" Song Defang was quite puzzled after hearing this. In his impression, there was never a place with so many strange regulations. Even in Bayanwugula City, sewage and feces on the streets were very common.

"Haha, you may feel inconvenient at first, but you won't get used to it." Hunur said proudly: "The prince has a canteen for everyone to eat. When it's time to eat, everyone can go to the collective canteen to eat. Moreover, there are many varieties of dishes there, and the chefs are all selected by the prince, which is more delicious than we cook by ourselves. What's more, the food in the canteen is full. As long as it's not wasted, it's enough to eat."

"Is this true?" Song Defang said in surprise. Even Quan Dong, who was acting dull, also said in surprise: "Aren't the prince afraid of the deficit in the warehouse?"

"The prince said that money should be taken from the people, so he naturally has to use it for the people. Only when everyone is full can they work hard." Hunur's tone showed indescribable pride. Although he was extremely worried when the prince was going to promote the "big canteen" master in the new Ulutus tribe that was the same as the original Chunzhi Village.

After all, there are more than 20,000 people. Each person eats one steamed bun a day and also eats 20,000 steamed buns. This is a considerable expense for the Ulutus tribe.

But the prince's will has never been so easily shaken. Although Hunur was worried, he could only think of trying to eat less every day and save a little for the prince. But later, after the prince's workshop expanded its production scale, produced more goods, and exchanged for more cattle and sheep, he realized how ridiculous his previous idea of ​​saving money for the prince was.

At present, Quandong and the others were still a little unacceptable to Hunur's strange remarks. But doing so is indeed beneficial to the people, and they can't say that those herdsmen are not worthy of eating too much, so they should live on grassroots all day long.

Hunur also knew that their ideas were not so easy to change, so he changed the topic and said, "It's almost time to eat, so I'll take you to the workshop area to have something to eat!"

"Workshop area?" Song Defang muttered to himself, following Hunur and headed straight along the east road. After crossing the few tents on the edge of the living area, a row of high wooden walls appeared in front of them.

The high wall is not high, about one meter. When you cross the high wall, you can see the pointed roof on the other side.

At this moment, the iron door separated by the wooden wall was closed, and there were guards on both sides.

"The workshop area produces some valuable items in our tribe, so the prince stipulates that workers cannot leave the workshop area unless they are resting!" Hunur is a competent guide, and many doubts have been introduced before Quandong and others asked questions.

As he said that, he said to the guard again: "Open the door. They are the prince's guests. I'll take them in and take a look."

"Okay! Is there a pass?" The guard did not open the door immediately, but asked for the pass.

Song Defang thought Hunur would definitely get angry about this. After all, in his understanding, Hunur was the beauty who could talk to the prince, and his status was far beyond the level of the guard guards, so he was mentally prepared to persuade him.

But after hearing this, Hunur was not only not angry, but also said in a negotiated tone: "Is the pass? I've left it in a tent, can you see if I can be comfortable?"

"The prince has an order. If it is not a worker, he must have a pass to pass. I am sorry that he is difficult to obey his orders!" The guard did not care about Hunur's identity and gave in, but meticulously carried out Ulutus' orders.

Now even Quandong thought that Hunur must be angry. After all, if you lose face in front of an ordinary guard, you will say anything that is disgraceful. What's more, there are guests watching from the side.

But what surprised them again was that Hunur still showed no sign of getting angry. He even smiled and said, "Okay, okay, it's my fault for you. I'll ask someone to help me get it, and you will continue to do your duty. I don't think you would mind the little things just now, right?"

"Then Yan doesn't have to worry too much. We will only report malicious intruders, and we will not report other miscellaneous matters." The guard did not want to offend Hunur, so he replied in a gentle tone.

After receiving a positive answer, Hunur breathed a sigh of relief. He ordered people to go back and get his pass, and he took Quandong and the others around the neighborhood.

When he heard the clear sound of reciting, Quandong and Song Defang became interested.

"That was a school built by the prince. Children under the age of ten in the tribe, both men and women, must enter school and attend classes well." Hunur introduced, and led them to the north along the wooden wall.

When I came to a large tent that was specially separated from other tents by a fence, the sound of reciting became clearer.
Chapter completed!