There was nothing good to eat for breakfast, just bread and milk.
Han Qi wants to eat some meat.
It's not beef jerky. He also brought this thing with him, but it's fine for eating as a snack. This should be the original purpose of beef jerky. Who in the south would eat beef jerky as a main course?
He wants to eat fried or stewed food.
Wiping the corner of his mouth, Han Qi cursed secretly.
Damn it, I don’t want to think about it anymore.
While packing up the tent, look at the surrounding environment.
It was already evening when I came here last night, and the sky was dark. Now it's brighter during the day. There is a big river in the distance on the left, and Han Qi was walking along the river yesterday afternoon.
There is still a big difference between Mongolia and the mainland, and it is not a problem of the grasslands.
Just say that on this day, it is rare to see such clouds in the mainland, and the visibility of the air will be much worse. Especially on cloudy days, there is no detail in the sky, as if you are looking at a 480p picture, which is a bit blurry.
But in the Mongolian sky, every cloud is filled with small details. You can even see which cloud is raining.
Han Qi collected all his things, returned the grassland to Mongolia, and rode Xiaobai to continue moving in the set direction.
It was often said in ancient times that a good horse can travel a thousand miles in a day.
Nonsense.
Only when you actually ride a horse do you know the limits of a horse's capabilities.
Although the horse Han Qi chose was not the best, it was definitely not bad. If the horses owned by Uncle Burigude and his family were regarded as a grade in school, then Xiaobai would definitely be a good student in the upper middle class in the top class.
With himself and his luggage, Xiaobai can run 140 kilometers a day, which is 280 miles, and he can run so much even if he runs and takes away. With a well-planned rest time, Xiaobai can only run so much if he doesn't drag anything.
Can run 170 kilometers.
Han Qi also rode for a day, and combined with the riding experience given by the system, Han Qi calculated that even the top BMW can run up to 200 kilometers in a day.
Traveling thousands of miles by day and hundreds of miles by night, tsk tsk, what kind of horse would it take to do this? If there really was such a horse, Han Qi felt that even selling it for 10 million would be considered a bargain.
While walking on the road, Han Qi suddenly said to Xiaobai.
"Xiao Bai, it seems you still need a formal name."
"hiss……"
Han Qi was shaken so much that he couldn't calm down, so he kept thinking about things. Sometimes he thought about travel notes, and sometimes he thought about how he would appear in the system's video.
Now I suddenly remembered Xiaobai's name.
Han Qi wants to introduce Xiaobai to friends on the Internet tonight. Since it is going to be posted on Weibo, he can no longer be called Xiaobai. People who don’t know may think he is Crayon Shin-chan’s Pekingese.
It's not as powerful as BMW.
So just call it yourself, and you have to think of a name before sending it out.
"Little White Dragon? No, no, no..."
Han Qi was muttering alone, and Xiaobai neighed from time to time. I don't know if he was conforming to it, but he might also be rolling his eyes, but Han Qi couldn't see it.
I didn’t see anyone at noon, and I didn’t see the yurt until two o’clock.
If there are yurts, there will be people and there will be food!!
rush!
Early this morning, Han Qi wanted to find a house to eat some hot food, but he didn't expect to be ready to set off at dawn, and then rode intermittently for several hours before he saw the first person in the house.
Han Qi's good mood almost disappeared.
But it would be nice to have someone.
Han Qi rode his horse and dismounted more than ten meters away from the yurt, shouting into the yurt: "Is there anyone there? Hello!"
When he comes to a strange place, he has to learn the local language, but when he comes to Mongolia, he doesn’t need to. Everyone here can speak Chinese. In some places, the Mongolians don’t even speak Mongolian, so there is no need to worry about the language when he comes here.
Doesn't make sense.
It’s just that what they say is flavorful, it’s a Mongolian dialect.
Someone opened the curtain of the yurt and came out.
He was a little kid, wearing a thick sweater, a little dirty, chubby, and his face was red.
He looked at Han Qi for a while and asked, "Who are you?"
"I am a tourist passing by here." Han Qi found the candy from the bag on the horse and handed it to him and said, "Where are your parents?"
The child took the candy handed to him by Han Qi without hesitation and said, "Dad has gone to herd the sheep, and mom is over there."
He pointed to the yurt in the distance, about a hundred meters away.
Despite the child, Han Qi still hadn't noticed that his yurt was independent, next to the livestock pen. Such a small pen should not be used for raising horses. From the child's tone, it should be for feeding a group of sheep.
While talking, someone ran over.
The woman was probably the mother of the child. Seeing a stranger standing next to her son, the mother was probably anxious. After coming over, she also looked at Han Qi, and then at Han Qi's horse.
Mainlander?
Tourist?
Came here on horseback?
Han Qi came all the way along the Yimin River, and the official road is only three to five kilometers away from here. Even if you are riding a horse, you are walking along the road. How did you end up here?
"Hello?" she said.
"Hello, do you have anything to eat here? I'll pay."
He knew that some places in Mongolia may not require Alipay, so he brought some cash with him. Although it was not much, it was definitely enough for emergencies. Emergency situations were like this, and he used it to pay when he was hungry and wanted to eat.
"Yes, yes."
Mongolians are always more enthusiastic about people who can ride horses.
Although they are very enthusiastic.
Han Qi entered the yurt he saw when he first came here.
This should be the place where they eat. After entering, there are a lot of kitchen utensils on the left, a table, a lamp and a bed on the right. There is also an exercise book on the table... Good guy, the kid is doing his homework, right?
What day is it today? No class in the morning?
For people who don't have to work or have weekends off, it's already very difficult to remember what day it is today. Han Qi now has no idea about the day of the week.
The beautiful woman came with the dishes.
It looked like he couldn't help but drool from the heat. He only ate a bag of milk and a piece of bread in the morning, and now it was two o'clock in the afternoon, so he only drank some water in the middle of the meal.
Xiaobai ate quite deliciously all the way.
Han Qi really fulfilled what he said before, even if he was hungry, he would not let Xiaobai go hungry.
The Mongolian woman put the basin in front of Han Qi, and the scent hit her nose.
It smells so good.
It's noodles, stewed handmade noodles.
There are meat, lentils, and potatoes inside, all spread on the noodles. The noodles are loose and filled with red sauce, which makes them look very appetizing.
Han Qi clasped his hands together, raised his head and said to her: "Thank you."
"No, I don't have anything good for you at home. Please eat."
This is nothing good.
Han Qi felt that it was much more fragrant than the naipizi he ate yesterday.
