The Mongolians are nomadic peoples, and they are often migrating on the grasslands. However, in modern times, they have gradually become sinicized. There are few people who still maintain the nomadic habit. Since they walked from Ewenki to the grassland, Wang Jingzhe and Xiaocao have not encountered yurts several times. However, when the wind was blowing and the clouds were flying tonight, they first heard a horse-headed fiddle sound, and then saw several yurts along the sound.

There is a huge yurt in the middle, surrounded by several small ones. This seems to be a family or a small village. The sound of the piano comes from the yurt in the middle. When you get close, you can still hear a melodious and high-pitched singing. This is a nation that can sing, dance and be hospitable.

The arrival of Wang Jingzhe and Xiaocao was warmly welcomed. They were welcomed into the yurt in the middle. This is a family-style tribe. There were more than 30 people, including four or five hundred cattle and sheep, and dozens of horses. They have been rooted here for more than a month. They will only move again when the grass nearby is almost eaten. The piano sound I heard just now was played by an elderly man. His name is Damurhan, and he is also a family parent. He is in his eighties this year. When they came, the big family was eating dinner. It seems that today was on some important day. The supper is rich. The table is full of meat and horse milk wine. These people are also wearing gorgeous Mongolian costumes.

The hospitality of the Damur Khan family naturally invited the two to have dinner together. They were not artificial. They had not had a good meal after running around for a few days. They were sleeping in the open all the way. Now it happened to be a windy day, so they planned to have enough food and drink and rest here for a night, preparing to stop the next day when the wind stopped.

The beef and mutton smelled so good that it tasted good when it was eaten. After drinking a sip of horse milk wine, it was full of happiness. Mongolians all had good wine. When they saw Wang Jingzhe picked up the wine bowl, they were not afraid of drinking at all. Naturally, they were very happy. So many people toasted him frequently, and Wang Jingzhe almost refused everyone. The key was that when he was drinking the horse milk wine, he felt that the alcohol content was not high, and there was nothing unusual in his stomach. So after drinking several large bowls, he was just a little blushing and didn't feel anything was wrong.

Drinking is a good way of communication. With the already hospitable Mongolians, Wang Jingzhe and Xiaocao became familiar with them halfway through the meal, and there was no awkwardness or barrier during communication. So Wang Jingzhe took out a picture of the sprig buds and asked Damurhan if he had seen this plant on the grassland.

Damurhan took the picture, stroked his beard and looked at it carefully for a while, shook his head and said, "I have no impression. Our family has walked many places on the grassland and seen countless green grasses, but we must have never seen this one."

After Damurhan finished speaking, he handed the picture to other people and signaled them to see it, but without exception, they all shook their heads and had no impression. Wang Jingzhe sighed in his heart. It was not too disappointed, and it was destined to find out how difficult it was. How lucky he would be, and there would be news in a few days.

However, Damur Khan's next words burned a little hope for Wang Jingzhe.

"Our family rarely goes deeper into the grassland, or even deeper, and hasn't been to it for about hundreds of years. However, there is a nomadic people called the Dahaner people in the depths of the grassland. They wander there all year round and rarely come to the edge of the grassland. If you are sure that what you are looking for is growing on the grassland, the Dahaner people may have an understanding..."

Wang Jingzhe immediately ignited a rushing fire of hope. Since he was looking for dragon bone grass, he has developed a strong interest in these ancient and uninformed nations. If there is any secret, only these people will know it.

After getting a detailed understanding with Damurhan, Wang Jingzhe finally lay down, fell asleep on the table, and fell asleep. A burst of joyful laughter came from the yurt. These hospitable Mongolians were undoubtedly very pleased that they could get a visitor from afar.

Xiaocao shook his head helplessly, and then forced himself to help the sleeping Wang Jingzhe, and was arranged to settle in a small yurt.

A night later, Wang Jingzhe opened his eyes from the hangover. The stamina of Ma Mianjiu was so crazy that he woke up a little from the chaos after waking up for a long time, but his head was still buzzing. There was no way, the alcohol was too strong, and he had not completely digested it.

It was not until he felt a refreshing smell coming from his side that he gradually came to his senses. Wang Jingzhe turned his head and found that the grass lying beside him had also woken up. This pleasant smell was her body fragrance.

"Who is Li Hongfu?" Xiaocao asked with big eyes flashing.

"Hmm?" Wang Jingzhe looked confused.

"Do you still have any contact with Chen Chen?" Xiaocao continued to flash his eyes.

"Hey?" Wang Jingzhe was completely confused.

"There is another one named Lin Xianyu."

"Damn!"

"What are you pretending..." Xiaocao smiled and stretched out two fingers, suddenly pinched his face, pulled it to his face, and said, "You drank too much last night, and you were lying on the bed and rolling over and unable to sleep. You kept muttering the names of these people, and you were called Li Hongfu four or five times. Chen Chen could have more than ten times, and Lin Xianyu only two or three times. Tell me who are these people?"

"That's not possible. I never talk in my sleep when I sleep." Wang Jingzhe said in a trembling voice.

"You don't seem to understand the words. I said, if you drink too much, you will say whatever lies when you drink too much. Isn't that a problem?"

"Impossible. If I drink too much, I will lose my sense of life, and I will not be able to have a sleep talk. I will tell you this is absolutely impossible. I know what I am like. If I drink too much, it will be like a dead dog." Wang Jingzhe had a strong desire to survive and said righteously.

After letting go of his face, Xiaocao let out a sigh, put Liu Hai on his forehead and said, "Do you know why you can still keep the whole body?"

Wang Jingzhe wiped his cold sweat and said, "Stop making trouble, why scare me?"
Chapter completed!