Han Qi was not kidding, he really wanted to buy one.
He has been to many places, but many urban areas are densely built, or the mountains are high and the roads are far away. No place has such vast and gentle grasslands as Mongolia.
This gave Han Qi the urge to travel by car.
In other places, there is nothing wrong with driving a car on a self-driving tour, but now that I have arrived in Mongolia, my horseback riding skills seem to be quite good, so why not learn from the ancients and use the most primitive self-driving method to have a unique experience on horseback?
What about long distance travel?
Self-driving tour, doesn’t the word “driving” just refer to riding a horse?
However, if you want to do this, you still need to buy the right horse.
Burigude was surprised, but it wasn't that he wouldn't sell it to Han Qi. He was mainly thinking that Han Qi, a tourist who came to Mongolia, would buy a horse and bring it back. Simply raising it would not work. The horse is very delicate and needs to be brushed and fed every day.
It's all a trivial matter, but are there any horse racing places in the mainland?
"It's not that I don't want to sell it to you, Brother Han Qi." Burigude explained, "Where will you buy it and keep it?"
"My hometown is considered a rural area. There is a lot of land around it. I can just go home and buy a piece of it. Moreover, the terrain there is very flat. It is very close to my home in the southern Sichuan prairie."
Burigude detailed many of the troubles of raising horses.
He has been to the mainland many times and has a good understanding of the road conditions there.
In Mongolia, even if you are far away from the road when riding a horse, as long as you can tell the direction, you can still go to any city you want to go to. In the interior, most areas must be connected by road.
Needless to say, the most important thing is that many places do not allow people to enter on horseback.
Therefore, Burigude instinctively felt that it was unrealistic for Han Qi to buy a horse. However, after hearing about Han Qi's idea, Burigude provided another idea, that is, renting.
This is what he was originally doing, and it made no difference whether he rented the horses he raised to tourists or to Han Qi.
If you only ride horses in Mongolia, there will be basically no one in Mongolia to stop you. And if Han Qi suddenly doesn’t want to ride, he can also transport the horses back through some services and put them in his horse farm to raise, so there will be no problems such as abandonment.
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After all, they are children who have worked hard to raise for many years, and Burigude is also afraid that something bad will happen to them when they get married.
This is also the reason why he does not sell horses, but only rents them.
Although they don’t make as much money as those who sell horses, at least they have a stable income and don’t have to worry about the lives of their furry children.
The two of them walked back while chatting.
At this time, it was daybreak. When I returned to the racecourse, Gao Wa had already gone to school on her small electric car. Burigude's wife was milking the horse, and a border collie was squatting next to it. The horses were not there.
Eating grass in the distance, walking slowly with your head down, it feels quite leisurely.
Burigude dismounted at the door of his house and said to Han Qi: "You are so good at riding a horse, go and choose for yourself."
"Then I really made a choice. If I choose your baby, brother, don't be unhappy."
"Haha, except for the one I ride, you can choose the others as you like. You may not like my father's old horse either."
Gao Wa's mother raised her head and glanced at the two of them.
strangeness.
Go out for a run in the morning and become brothers when you come back?
My uncle and nephew were calling me last night.
Han Qi trotted over on the previous horse, and saw his companion. The little mare was quite excited, and the small steps had to look like dressage in an equestrian show.
There were quite a few young horses in this group, with about fifteen horses under three years old. Han Qi was spoiled for choice among these dozen horses.
It's so hard to choose.
A most developed horse, a stallion, almost three years old, with a strong body and sharp eyes.
But the pattern is too ordinary.
I can’t say he is ugly. Maybe he is just average in human eyes. Maybe he is the most beautiful one among other people’s horses?
The most beautiful one is pure white, without a single hair on its body, and its mane and tail are also particularly beautiful.
But looking at the muscles on the legs, they were actually not as strong as the horse Han Qi had chosen before.
It is possible that the speed of this horse will never catch up with the one Han Qi saw before, but the price of this white horse can surpass 97% of Mongolian horses. Perhaps only some young horses have won championships.
is worth more than hers.
Han Qi walked around for a whole day to make sure that the horse had no mottling.
"sure."
He carefully stepped forward and touched the horse's neck. The horse had no sense of crisis, and its eyes showed a very human curiosity.
Han Qi feels more and more good about this horse, not only because of her beauty, but also because she thinks she is humane. Horses have been mankind's best companions since ancient times, and a horse that is humane is far faster than a horse that can only run.
The horse needs to be good.
Fortunately, Han Qi did not say these words.
Otherwise, it may cause public outrage.
You didn’t come to see us, so how do you know that we don’t understand human nature? We are all stupid horses, and beautiful horses are smart ones? If you dare to scold me, try to see if I can give you a hoof.
It's done.
Han Qi comforted him for a while and then turned over directly.
Now this horse has no saddle, and it is in the state of a pure wild horse. When Han Qi got on the horse, Xiaobai neighed. The cry was very emotional, and Han Qi could feel the panic in it, but Han Qi could not
dismount.
He held the horse's neck with one arm and patted the horse's back with his right hand.
Although this horse is a bit wild, it is not a real wild horse after all. I spent my whole life here growing up, and even saddled it a few times last year, so I know what it feels like to be ridden.
So I calmed down quickly.
Han Qi also breathed a sigh of relief and sat up.
It's uncomfortable to sit on a horse without a saddle, and it's not very convenient to control.
When he brought her to Burigude, the uncle showed a real expression:
"I knew you would choose her. This is the most beautiful horse in our racecourse. She is two and a half years old and Gao Wa's favorite."
"Ah, she likes it..."
Burigude took Han Qi to choose a saddle, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, she won't say anything. This is what we have been doing, and she has long been used to it. And you can probably use it if you rent it out."
It won’t take long, it doesn’t matter.”
Yes, I am renting, not buying.
Han Qi confidently chose a saddle that was very comfortable to sit on, and watched Burigude put it on Xiaobai.
Well, Xiaobai is a temporary name chosen by Han Qi. He will change it later depending on the situation.
When Burigude was busy, Han Qi stood in front of the horse and cultivated a relationship with the horse, talking quietly, regardless of whether the horse could understand it or not.
"My name is Han Qi, and we will be companions for the rest of the trip."
"I don't know if you look good in photos, but I think you are so pretty, so it would be good to take photos. Alas, it's just not easy to take photos of the two of us together. I put the drone at home, and I never thought that such a thing would happen.
Condition."
He babbled and saw that Burigude had finally finished everything.
"Brother Burigude, how much does it cost to rent this horse?"
This question was finally raised. Burigude thought about it for a long time before replying: "Can you give me 10,000 a month? You need to sell fodder and other things outside. I can prepare some for you and then teach you how to do it."
How can I buy it outside?"
What he said was already a very low price. This horse was specially bred by him, and it would cost at least one to two million to sell it.
Now he is willing to rent to Han Qi at such a low price simply because he thinks Han Qi is a very good person and a star from the mainland. It would be right to make friends with him. He is even a very rare mainlander who can ride a horse.
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We have ridden horses together and drank wine together, and we are now friends.
He was very worried about whether the rent of 10,000 yuan a month would scare Han Qi, so he said it because of it.
"Okay." Han Qi nodded directly.
He didn't care how much it cost to rent a horse. The more he looked at Xiaobai, the more he liked it, and at one point he had the urge to buy it.
Uncle Timur also rode over from a distance. He actually got up very early and went to visit friends. Only when he came over did he know Han Qi's idea of riding through Mongolia, and praised: "He is still a young man.
You are motivated, I did something like this when I was young, but Mongolia is really too big."
He looked at the white horse being led by Han Qi and said, "If you hadn't chosen this horse, we could have given you any other horse."
We had another meal here and listened to some horse-raising skills taught by Uncle Timur.
Maintenance is very important, if not taken care of properly the horse will lose weight very quickly.
In the afternoon, Han Qi drove back to his hotel in Hulunbuir, brought his luggage and other things, fixed them on the horse's butt, and prepared some food and water. Then it was time for Han Qi's self-driving tour.
Visiting this racecourse as soon as possible yesterday was definitely the best idea after arriving in Hulunbuir.
Otherwise, he might be like countless tourists and be slaughtered in the prairie scenic spots. Burigude said that riding a horse in Mongolia basically costs 30 yuan an hour, but in scenic spots, the price will rise to 200-300 yuan.
Hour.
No wonder so many businesses like to do business in scenic spots.
It does make money.
Xiaobai was carrying a lot of things behind him, but his speed was still faster than the horse Han Qi had ridden in the morning. Two and a half years old is considered 20 years old in human society. It is when he is young and strong, his steps are light, and he rides
It feels good.
After walking around the racecourse, Han Qi returned to where he was.
"This horse is so handsome."
"Of course, I'll give you an advantage, haha." Burigude said with a smile.
"Then I'm leaving. Let's see where I can go on horseback this time."
Uncle Timur nodded.
Gao Wa's mother also gave Han Qi a blue hada. Han Qi lowered his head and asked her to hang the hada around his neck.
He has also been sacrificed in Tibet, so he has some experience.
Mongolian hadas are a little brighter than those in Tibet, and the colors are different. Tibetans usually give white hadas to guests, while Mongolia likes to offer blue hadas to guests. White is generally used in various medium and large-scale social activities.
Such as a worship meeting or something.
Finally, he nodded towards them, and Han Qi waved the reins, causing Xiaobai to slowly accelerate forward.
If there is nothing behind him, whipping the horse with a riding crop can make the horse start at the fifth speed. But Han Qi was a little distressed, and he was carrying so many things, so he did not use a riding whip, but used the most traditional method in his mind.
Come and ride this horse.
Gradually, the racecourse became farther and farther away from Han Qi.
The surrounding grassland changed from barren, to lush, to barren again, and then to the sight of people.
The population density here is very low, especially in the nomadic grassland areas, and you have to walk a long way to see a single family.
Moreover, some Mongolians have not considered transportation issues at all, and they are very far away from the highway. If someone chooses to go straight ahead from the highway when traveling, it is estimated that they will not see a single yurt for hundreds of miles.
After all, nomadism requires raising animals, and no matter what you raise, it must be far away from the road.
Han Qi's trip was to go southwest, first to Xing'an League, and then to Xilin Gol. Xilin Gol is the horse capital of Mongolia. According to the big brother he met on the plane, the horse riding culture here is very good. Han Qi wants to see it then.
Can you see orthodox horse racing here?
The concept of horse racing in Mongolia is different from that in the world.
The horse racing seen at the Olympics competes in beauty and obedience, while the Mongolian horse racing competes in speed.
Whoever reaches the finish line first wins.
Compared to watching the riding skills performed by those people, Han Qi felt that speed gave him a more exciting feeling.
After arriving in Xilin Gol, if you still want to continue, then go to Hohhot to visit Lu Bu’s hometown in Baotou and taste the best beef and mutton in the entire Mongolia region.
Generally speaking, Han Qi’s travel plan is like this.
But once the plan is made, Han Qi himself doesn’t know whether it will be successful or not, because this trip is not something that can be achieved as soon as the car starts driving, or as soon as you sit on the plane, or just sleep. It requires you to ride a horse one step at a time.
He ran over in one step.
Han Qi himself didn't know how long it took.
Anyway, you don’t have to identify the lines of defense yourself.
He put his phone into compass mode and just ran in one direction.
This is the least likely way to get lost. There are no turns or forks in the road. Just look at the pointer displayed on your phone and accelerate toward a line of defense until you encounter a city or a house.
Han Qi thought this method was very good. In one afternoon, Han Qi met two families of herders.
But Mongolia is really too big.
At night, Han Qi came to a grassland with no people around. The grass was lush all around. He took Xiaobai, who was a little tired, to a gentle slope to set up a tent.
The sunset is still charming, and the sunset is full of beauty.
But Han Qi was too tired now to enjoy the beautiful scenery. He slowly set up the tent and fed Xiaobai some water.
There is no need for fodder. There are grasses 20 to 30 centimeters high everywhere. Xiaobai happily eats the buffet.
By the time Han Qi finished all these chores last night, the setting sun had already completely sunk under the grassland, and it was replaced by the moon to illuminate the people on the grassland.
Many people think that the night is pitch black and you can't see anything, but Han Qi thinks there are exceptions in two places. One is Tibet, and the other is Mongolia. The night can be so bright that ordinary people can see things hundreds of meters away with the naked eye.
After tying up Xiaobai, Han Qi returned to the tent he had set up.
Opening his notebook, Han Qi began to edit his day's experiences on Weibo.
