This time he finally understood that being alone with no one to talk to could drive you crazy.
Mo Zhui couldn't help being surprised when he suddenly saw someone coming out. However, he immediately asked vigilantly: "Uncle, what are you doing in this wilderness?"
No matter how happy you are, you still need to be vigilant when meeting strangers in the wilderness.
Seeing his alert gaze, the old man quickly waved his hand and said, "Young man, don't panic, don't panic, old man, I'm not a bad person. I'm a herdsman who moved from Mizhi County. I herd sheep here."
Mo Zhuixin said that Mizhi is a good place in northern Shaanxi.
Mizhi's mother-in-law, Suide's Han, Qingjian's stone slabs, tile kilns' charcoal, Sanyan's women are no one to see. If you want to eat bran fruit, go to Hengshan, and shop for mutton noodles forty miles.
Diao Chan belongs to Mizhi, and Lu Bu belongs to Suide.
Mizhi's mother-in-law, Suide, what is considered good-looking? To describe a good-looking person is "a sharp nose, presbyopia, and no scratches all over the body." It means a high nose bridge, double skin, big eyes, and no faults from head to toe. .
Although his accent was indeed Mizhi's, Ke Mozui didn't dare to ignore it.
Mo Zui touched his lower back with one hand, where there was a revolver.
"Uncle, why haven't I seen your sheep?"
In this kind of place, there is no human habitation for dozens of miles, and the people who can survive in the wilderness are not good stubble. On the back of the old man, there is also a big bow. With sharp eyes, he can see that it is at least nine-power. A bow and a sword hanging on his waist.
The old man has a hooked nose like a falcon, triangular eyes with baggy eyes, and a dark red face.
Although he is over 50 years old, he still looks strong and powerful. He walks like a tiger and has a strong wind. It looks like his feet are rooted. He has obviously practiced some dealer moves.
Mo Zui was covered in tattered sheepskin, with coarse cloth clothes underneath, and a pair of boots common on the grasslands. He had good clothes, but when he went out to explore, it was better to wear tattered clothes as they would easily wear out.
The old man also looked at Mo Zuo. Although this young man was not tall, he was very strong.
The clothes looked ragged, but there was an aura that he had never seen before. His face was clean and white, and his clothes were shabby, but very clean. There was a sense of grandeur.
People here don't like to wash their faces because of the lack of water. There are many people who haven't washed their faces for ten years. Some areas of Ningxia are even more water-scarce. Some people only take a bath during important events in their lives. At first glance, this young man is not from here.
Mo table went to military school, is literate, and has been a regiment leader for many years. He doesn't look like a sheep herder. If there are people here, they can only make a living by herding sheep, because no crops grow here.
The more the old man looked at it, the more he admired it, and he said quickly: "Young man, don't be afraid. My daughter is watching the sheep over there. I think you are a good young man, and you can roar a good Qin opera. Why don't you go to the old man?" Sit there while the old man slaughters a sheep and roasts it. How about I treat you to a drink?"
Mo Zhui looked at the old man with a ferocious face, but there was sincerity in his eyes.
He was also very lonely during this period, and felt a little happy.
He cupped his hands and said, "Then I won't disturb my uncle."
The two chatted while talking, all speaking Mozui's local accent, which made Mozui feel happy.
The old man led him towards the west, climbed over a dozen hills, and suddenly a grassland appeared in front of him.
This grassland is denser than other places, but it is still sparse. Sparse Populus euphratica forests are dotted in it. A dilapidated yurt stands on the edge of a small pond.
Mo Zui was very surprised that there was a natural water surface here. Although it was not big, it was very rare.
"This pond has spring water below, so it can maintain the water level during this severe drought." The old man introduced. "If it weren't for the water here, we wouldn't be able to raise sheep even though there is a grass playground. Animals also need to drink water.
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Hearing someone talking, a girl opened the door curtain of the yurt and walked out.
When I saw my father bringing back a strange young man, I immediately ran back to the yurt shyly.
When the girl saw the grinding table, both of them were stunned. Suddenly, both of them blushed shyly.
Looking at the table, the girl was about 1.6 meters tall, and she must be about seventeen or eighteen years old. She had a pair of big braids, bangs on her forehead, a delicate face, a little plateau red cheeks, and a pair of clear big eyes.
Mo Desi felt his heart skip a beat for no reason. His face suddenly turned red.
When the girl saw this sturdy young man who was shorter than herself but had an outstanding temperament, her cheeks turned red.
When the old man saw the shy expressions of the two young men, he burst into laughter.
The old man and his daughter came to this Gobi Desert as a family five years ago. When he was young, he pulled a camel and knew that there was a small piece of grassland and water here.
In recent years, the drought in northern Shaanxi has become more and more outrageous.
A large area of land in northern Shaanxi was wiped out, and civil uprisings broke out all over the place. Officers, soldiers and rebel leaders were like combs, killing each other on this land. It was seen that there was no way for the people to survive.
The old couple and their daughter came here to herd sheep to make a living. The old woman left the year before last, leaving him and his daughter to depend on each other.
Mo Zui saw that they only had one hundred and eighty sheep, so the old man slaughtered one and treated him to a roasted whole sheep.
He felt moved in his heart. The people in northern Shaanxi would be very generous if they could live a good life.
They are generous and generous with others and do not stick to trivial matters. People in northern Shaanxi dare to love and hate, love deeply and hate thoroughly.
Their emotional expression is direct and strong, and they do not hide their emotions.
This is also the reason why Mo Zhui wanted to take revenge even though he knew he wanted to behead.
Mo Zuo wanted to stop it, but he was worried about hurting the old man's face, so he had to accept it. He thought that when he returned, he would use a camel to carry two bags of rice as a return gift.
On the grassland, food is more valuable than livestock. It can be stored and saved in critical times.
"Young man, I only have sheep here and no wine, so I am neglecting my guests." The old man said apologetically.
Mo Zhui went to the market, took out a stainless steel flat wine bottle from his pocket, unscrewed the cap, handed it to the old man, and said, "Try this, sir."
People in northern Shaanxi call the old man, and the uncle is called Dada. Previously, Mo Zhuo was called Lao Shu by the Yang family.
The old man hadn't drank for a long time, so when he smelled the aroma of the wine, he was overjoyed and took a sip.
"Good wine, good wine, such strong wine." The old man took a sip and his face turned red and his neck became thick due to the strong liquor.
The girl was also called out by the old man, who killed the sheep, skinned and washed it, then put it on the rack and lit a fire with poplar wood and roasted it.
Mo Zhui saw that the girl was just doing the test without any condiments, so he took out a bamboo tube of salt that he was carrying and gave it to the old man.
The old man and the girl obviously didn't know what the snow-white particles were. The old man picked up some with his fingers, put it in his mouth, and said in surprise: "Young man, where did you get such good salt?"
The girl and the old man were both excited. Obviously, their place was closed and it was even harder to see the salt.
The old man and Mo Zhu were eating mutton, drinking wine, and chatting.
The girl was sitting on the right hand side of her father, her face was red and she didn't dare to raise her head. She was gently gnawing on a lamb rib. She chewed one of the ribs cleanly.
It can be seen that they are usually reluctant to kill sheep. The girl cherishes having a meal of mutton.