The group rushed out of this military restricted area before dawn.

Fortunately, I didn't meet Russian sentry again along the way, so safe that Zhang Meng forgot the fat man's previous words.

Walking all the way, the fat man who had just escaped from the restricted area was a little overwhelmed and scolded his mother to the dead native guide. He said that the car leaked oil, it was very likely that the bastards were making trouble, and how ugly it was.

Everyone was impatient by the fat man and made up their minds that as long as they met someone, they would stay for a night so that the fat man could rest before setting off.

Hearing this, the fat man closed his mouth.

Because we lost the guide's guidance, we could only rely on the instruments in our hands and the surrounding environment to identify the direction. Fortunately, Haidongqing did not take a difficult road and moved forward, and most of the time we were moving along Heilongjiang.

After walking for nearly a few hours, I finally saw a small row of villages.

No one has been to Russia, nor do you know what the countryside of Russia looks like, and you are wondering why these dozens of families are similar to the old villages in Northeast China? When you walk in, you will understand completely that there are not any Russians here, all Chinese people wearing big fur hats. Seeing Zhang Meng and other outsiders, the villagers squatting at the entrance of the village chatting suddenly whispered.

Zhang Meng saw that the other party was covered in cotton coats and jackets and yellow skin, and was surprised that she had walked back to the border, so she immediately wanted to make confusing talks with these villagers.

But before Zhang Meng could speak, all the men and women who dressed and looked like Northeastern people dispersed.

When they looked at Zhang Meng, they looked like they were looking at the plague god.

"Haha." Seeing Zhang Meng being defeated, the fat man immediately laughed with his waist and said, "Zhang Queud, stop talking, you have a bad face, look, you are so scared."

"Get out, you fat man." Zhang Meng was a little embarrassed at first. After being ridiculed by the fat man, he immediately became unhappy: "You look like a good person, and you have a lot of bad water. If you want to do it, go and ask."

"I'll ask if I ask." The fat man was not willing to be outdone and walked towards the group of villagers in a big swagger. But before the fat man could approach, the villagers all dispersed like before, and they didn't talk to you or drove you away, just ignored you.

The fat man was so angry that he smoked his orifices. He heard Zhang Meng's laughter behind him, and when he saw a child, he immediately rushed over.

When the child saw the fat man walking towards him, he was stunned.

Seeing that the child was not under the care of the adults, the fat man immediately took out a pack of compressed cakes from his pocket and handed them over: "Come on, kid, tell uncle, what is this place? Uncle will give you cakes."

"Thank you, Uncle Fatty." After saying that, the child took the compressed cake from the fat man's hand.

"I'll go," the fat man cursed in his heart. This kid just calls him Uncle, and he has to add a fat uncle.

The "Fat Uncle" laughed so hard that Zhang Meng, Zhao San and others behind him were all leaning forward and backward.

The fat man didn't have time to care about it, so he turned around and wanted to continue asking. Unexpectedly, the child was extremely smart. He took the compressed cake handed over by the fat man, and ran to the village, which made the fat man stunned. He couldn't catch up with him, so he could only watch the child running farther and farther away. He couldn't help but curse: "Who is this little bastard?"

Before the fat man could finish scolding, he was beaten head-on.

"Damn it, I'm afraid of beating Fatty, I won't be alive." The fat man said uttering, looking up and trying to find the person who beat him. Then he realized that the other party was a burly old man wearing a felt-skin hat and about fifty years old.

Zhang Meng and others were watching the fat man joke behind him, but they didn't expect such an episode to happen.

The old man with felt hat kept changing his face, and he stared at the fat man with a whip and asked, "Little Fatty, who are you calling him a little bastard?"

"I...I just said it casually..." The fat man smiled.

"Hmph" the old man with felt hat snorted coldly.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Meng hurried over to smooth things over: "Uncle, don't get me wrong. We're just here to ask for a way. This fat man doesn't usually keep a door in his mouth. Don't care. That was you just now..."

"My grandson"

Looking at the stubborn and hard old man with felt hat in front of him, the fat man cursed in his heart. No wonder the old man would whip himself with a whip. The love story himself said that the child was a little bastard, but in fact it was equivalent to scolding the old man in front of him as an old bastard.

"Oh, oh." Zhang Meng had never seen an old man like this. When he was the shopkeeper in Shuiyuexuan, he had met many Northeastern people who came to Hong Kong to attack underworld weapons, but most of them were taciturn and were not as strong as the old man in front of him.

"Uncle, you always live in the local area here. Can we ask you about the way?" Zhang Meng asked.

Seeing that Zhang Meng was quite polite, the old man glanced at everyone and nodded impatiently: "Tell me."

"That uncle, we are here for adventure and are lost. I don't know what this is?"

Hearing Zhang Meng's words, the old man with a felt hat sneered at Zhang Meng: "You are not from Northeast China, are you? Don't fool me with your half-baked dialect."

Zhang Meng's face looked ugly when she was exposed by the old man.

Seeing this, Zhao San and Aokiji hurried over from behind. Aokiji first hugged and said, "Uncle, this is our young master. He has lived in Hong Kong all year round and has never returned to the Northeast, so... don't get me wrong, we are here for adventure, and we are lost here, so ask for the way."

The old man glanced at Aokiji, his eyelids drooped and said, "You guy looks like you from the other end of the Greater Xing'anling."

"Uncle has a strong vision. He is from Shandong, his hometown, Jilin, who came to Guandong." Aokiji smiled cheerfully.

"Don't get close to me." The old man with felt hat took out the dry tobacco without hesitation, twisted it, and started smoking: "I want to ask what I want to ask, just say it."

Judging from the old man's tone, it seems that he has seen through everyone's purpose long ago.

Zhang Meng could only shake her head secretly from behind. She had never seen such a stinky and hard old man. If it weren't for the time being, Zhang Meng would have wanted to secretly ask Aokiji if it's so difficult to deal with when people in Northeast China are old.

Seeing this, Zhao San smiled awkwardly and took out his eye bag pot: "Brother, I borrowed it too much."

"Yes." Seeing that Zhao San was about the same age as him and smoked dry cigarettes, the old man with felt hat did not make things difficult for him. After sipping cigarettes with Zhao San, he sighed: "Don't ask what this is, no one knows after he said it."

After saying that, the old man with felt hat took another sip of dry cigarette, with a harsh look in his eyes, staring at Zhao San and said, "You can see that you are not from this area. Listen to my advice, go back wherever you call me."
Chapter completed!