Beside the campfire, which was filled with the smell of meat and a strong smell of burning, Ji Ma drove a truck and passed by Anton and others who were coming.
In the canvas-wrapped carriage, the rabbit rider Kerim, whose body was engraved with various Russian graffiti, his mistress Saida, and the members of the bullshit language patrol were all tied tightly with dirty leather ropes.
In fact, even their heads were covered with dirty sheepskin tubes.
On the other side of the earth beam, at the door of the two yurts next to each other, only the woman named Jialina was left, looking dejectedly and desperately as Maya's brother Anton led people to rescue them first.
They found the girl and child who were handcuffed in another yurt, and then watched helplessly as they opened the container truck and took detailed photos of the golden eagles and peregrine falcons inside that were waiting to be shipped out, as well as various animal skins and antelope horns.
photo.
Compared to the anger or despair that filled the hearts of both parties here, the atmosphere in the truck driven by Jima was much more relaxed.
Driving in this desolate Gobi desert, as long as the general direction is correct, as long as the speed is slower, you can do other things while distracted.
Because of this, Wei Ran and Jima were each holding a Soviet lunch box that Anton had just handed to them, eating hot mutton with big mouthfuls. From time to time, the two brothers would also carry
He picked up the beer bottle stuck in the gap of the seat and took a big gulp of cold beer.
"Victor, Anton just said that after we go back, his father will kill the horse for us to eat."
"Kill the horse?" Wei Ran looked at Ji Ma who was driving in confusion, "Why do you want to kill the horse?"
"I heard from Maya that it seems to be their Kazakh tradition."
Ji Ma threw a gnawed sheep bone out of the car window and said vaguely, "Probably depending on the importance of the guests, they will choose to kill horses, sheep, or lambs to entertain the guests.
Overall, they are a very enthusiastic nation.”
Before Wei Ran could comment, Ji Ma picked up another piece of mutton and took a bite, "Victor, do you think this means Maya's father has accepted me?"
"This is not the Northeast of China, and horse meat is not chicken stewed with mushrooms." Wei Ran, who was also chewing meat in the passenger seat, muttered vaguely in Chinese.
"What are you talking about?" Ji Ma asked in a slightly louder voice.
"Nothing." Wei Ran also threw the gnawed bones out of the window, "I said, I want to eat lamb more than horse meat."
"Me too." Ji Ma nodded in agreement, "I'm also planning to learn to ride a horse."
"If you want to learn, I can teach you when the time comes." Wei Ran replied absently, but in fact he was secretly wondering about the identity of Maya's father.
"You're going to teach me?"
Ji Ma obviously took this sentence as a joke, "Victor, I have been to your country in China, and I have never seen a horse at your grandma's house, not even a donkey."
"So?" Wei Ran, who was distracted just now, didn't realize what the other party was going to say.
"I didn't think you could ride a horse and teach me how to ride."
Ji Ma threw a bone again, "What I want to learn is the kind of horse riding that can participate in sheep-catching competitions."
"Sheep-catching competition?" Wei Ran also threw out a bone and swallowed the meat in his mouth in a few mouthfuls. "What kind of sheep-catching competition?"
"A very exciting and violent sport, probably similar to polo, except that the ball is replaced by a sheep carcass weighing about 30 kilograms."
Ji Ma said with great expectation, "Maya's eldest brother Anton, second brother Dorian and third brother Thorne are all fans of this sport. They participate in the competition every year. Even their father Mr. Sosland still plays sheep.
They are game referees and coaches, and they also have a dedicated training ground on their ranch.”
"So you want to learn this?" Wei Ran looked at Ji Ma with pity, "Brother, I think if you really want to participate in this sport, you don't necessarily have to learn horse riding."
"Do you want Maya's father and I to learn to be referees?" Ji Ma's eyes lit up, "Victor, you are so smart, this method is not..."
"No no no"
Wei Ran shook the meat bones in his hand and said seriously, "I mean, maybe you can try to be the 30-kilogram sheep in this sport."
“What a good idea”
Ji Ma gave Wei Ran a middle finger in return and said angrily, "Anyway, I have to learn to ride a horse. Also, tomorrow night, my Maya will take Aurora and the others to the ranch as guests. This is what Maya just sent a message to tell
mine."
"So all the trouble must be solved before dark tomorrow?"
“That’s pretty much it”
Jima picked up the wine bottle and took a sip of cold beer, "But don't worry, there are only five or six people we need to deal with, and there are two of them who specialize in catching eagles. They have no fighting ability at all."
"Since we don't have much time, let's speed up." As Wei Ran spoke, he had already put down the wine bottle he had just raised.
Hearing this, Ji Ma threw away his bones and stepped on the accelerator to increase the speed of the car.
Just before 1:30 midnight, under the command of the fat man and the rabbit rider named Kerim, the truck driven by Jima finally stopped near a stone mountain less than 10 kilometers from the edge of the reserve.
According to Krem and the fat man, Krem's few remaining helpers are active near this stone mountain, and their main job, in addition to being ready to kidnap "that Russian movie star" at any time, is
We trap peregrine falcons and golden eagles here, and at night, we also go to the reserve to make some small movements that attract attention.
They parked the car far away and turned off the engine. Before the two of them could open the door, Jima received a phone call.
When he hung up the phone, the guy closed the car door again and said while driving the car, "Don't bother us."
"What's wrong?" Wei Ran asked, yawning.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Just half an hour ago"
Jima raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the reserve, "Intalai's helpers and members of the anti-poaching organization caught them together."
"Caught them all?" Wei Ran raised his eyebrows, and belatedly realized that he seemed to have overestimated the opponent's fighting power.
“Caught them all”
Ji Ma kicked the accelerator hard, "With no spies tipping off the people, it's not too difficult to catch them, and in order not to make too much noise, those people all entered the reserve on horseback. Once they are caught
Discover, how can a horse with four legs outrun a cart with four wheels?"
"It's bad luck for them." Wei Ran shook his head in confusion. To put it bluntly, the most important thing is to find the spy hiding around him.
"They are indeed unlucky." Jima nodded with a smile and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.
When they rushed all the way to the yurt at the edge of the reserve, far away, they saw a shabby van parked in the open space outside the yurt. Not only were the lights on in the cab of the van,
, and there was also a stocky old man listening to prairie folk songs coming from a broken speaker.
Seeing Jima flashing his car lights, the old man slowly opened the door and got out of the car. Carrying a tattered sheepskin bag, he walked to the driver's side. He opened the door and waved to Jima to sit inside and let him move.
position.
Seeing this, Wei Ran quickly gave up his seat to Ji Ma, and then Ji Ma also moved towards the co-pilot's direction and gave up the driver's seat.
"Good boy, thank you for your hard work."
The old man said gently, first hugged Jima, and then stretched out his hand to shake Wei Ran's hand, "Jima, please introduce to me, is this young man Maya's classmate Victor?"
"Yes daddy"
Jima said quickly, "He is the young historian Victor I mentioned to you. He is not only Maya's classmate, but also a good friend of mine."
Having said this, Jima paused, then turned to Wei Ran and introduced, "Victor, this handsome old man is Maya's father, Mr. Soslan. His cooking skills are very good. After we finish our work,
, you must try his craftsmanship.”
"Hello, Mr. Soslan."
Wei Ran said hello to the other party, and at the same time, he mentally pointed his middle finger at Ji Ma, a shameless scumbag. He didn't expect that this guy would call him daddy before he even got into trouble, and he even shouted.
So natural.
Not only that, Mr. Soslan always had a gentle smile on his face, and he didn't seem to mind having such a big boy like Jima at all.
During the small talk between the three men, the truck moved much slower after changing the driver. It seemed that Maya's father put more energy into the small talk with Ji Ma and Wei Ran.
However, it was during the chat with this old guy that Wei Ran began to feel more and more that this old man seemed to be just an ordinary herdsman, not like Culp or Gorman at all, who carried a lingering feeling about him.
I can’t let go of the Soviet flavor.
And this can only explain two situations, either, this Soslan is really an ordinary person like the veteran Leva, or, he pretends to be so good that whether it is Ji Ma or
Even Wei Ran couldn't tell whether he was the same type of person as Culp and others before.
With these little doubts, the truck drove continuously for more than three hours and finally stopped at the edge of a frozen river.
"Take down the things you robbed." Uncle Soslan opened the car door with a smile, took the sheepskin bag at his feet and left the cab.
Upon seeing this, Wei Ran immediately opened the car door, took the mobile phone, ID and other items he had found earlier, jumped out of the cab and followed Soslan to the frozen river bank. Ji Ma, who was the last to get out of the car, also took a
The flashlight followed.
Under the curious gazes of Wei Ran and Jima, Soslan took out an extra thick-looking balloon from his sheepskin pocket, and then took out a stainless steel gas bottle one size smaller than a fire extinguisher.
“Give those picked up mobile phones a good wipe”
While the old guy was talking, he also took out a large pack of wet wipes, several pairs of rubber gloves, and a spray bottle filled with alcohol from his pocket.
Seeing this, Wei Ran and Ji Ma each put on gloves and wiped the three mobile phones carefully, and then under Soslan's command, they were put into a greasy sheep stomach bag with a fishy smell.
It wasn't over yet. Soslan also poured some pungent-smelling liquid into the stomach bag, and then tied it with a plastic rope.
After everything was ready, he opened the cylinder, filled the balloon with gas, and hung the smelly stomach bag on it.
Watching the dark blue balloon slowly rise into the sky and float into the distance driven by the wind, Soslan took off his gloves with satisfaction and lit it with a lighter, then burned the documents captured by Wei Ran and Jima.
of ashes.
After everything was done, Soslan stepped on the burned-out sparks, called to Wei Ran and the other two, pulled the three people out of the cargo compartment and threw them on the river bank, and then called to them without even looking at them.
The two got in the car and started driving back.
"Dad, are those three people just left there?" Ji Ma's father's cry was extremely smooth, and the question was just right.
"Don't worry"
Soslan waved his hand and said with some pride, "My second daughter is married to the son of the director of the coal mine not far away, and that young man is also Thorne's good friend, so don't worry, they will be together for the rest of their lives.
Don’t even think about it.”
Damn it! Send it to the black coal kiln!
Wei Ran's brows twitched, this was fucking worse than death, and looking at the old man's skillful manipulation, who knows how much of that black coal kiln was sent in by him.
"Good boy, don't look at me like that."
Soslan snorted coldly, "I don't want to do such a thing, but I always have to think about the safety of my children. Of course, there are also the poor little guys in the reserve. They are all scared these days."
It’s bad. Especially when I heard Kajik tell me, those two men are still bastards of the language patrol team!”
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Mr. Soslan, is there a big difference between Kazakh and Russian?" Wei Ran asked curiously.
“Of course it’s big”
Soslan took out a cigarette case from his pocket, pointed to the words written in Cyrillic letters on it and said, "This is Kazakhstani language. The only thing it has in common with Russian is that it is all spelled in Cyrillic letters."
"I don't know a single word, but I know every letter." Wei Ran looked at the words on the cigarette box and answered truthfully.
“In addition to wanting people to stop speaking Russian, those idiots also want to replace the Cyrillic alphabet with Latin letters.”
Soslan took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth, then handed the cigarette case to Jima beside him, "If it is more convenient to use, I don't think anyone would object, but in fact I see
Maya demonstrated it, and it was just stupid."
"So the language patrol doesn't seem to be popular?" Jima asked curiously.
"That's a bunch of stupid, bad lunatics and idiots!"
Uncle Soslan explained cursingly, "As I just said, if it is easier to use, everyone can actually accept it, and no one cares what letters are used to spell it. Even in fact, in Kazakhstan, if you only know Kazakhstan
Without knowing Russian, he is almost like an illiterate country bumpkin.
On the other hand, those bad guys don't care at all whether people speak Russian or Kazakh, let alone what letters are used to spell it. These wolf cubs who come out of the ram's asshole with the dung balls actually just want to incite hatred and provoke hatred.
It’s just a conflict.”
"It sounds very American," Wei Ran couldn't help but comment.
"Maybe there is a strong smell of rabbit riding barbecue," Ji Ma reminded at the side.
"I think it smells like shit."
Uncle Soslan sighed and continued to explain, "The main ethnic groups in Kazakhstan now are Kazakhs and Russians in general. As long as these two ethnic groups have hatred because of language and writing, the country will soon fall into civil strife.
What will they do next? It will definitely start with religion, forcing everyone to only believe in the blue religion, banning or even bloody suppression of the Orthodox Church, and then continuing to incite hatred through religious competition, turning this country into a group of ignorant herdsmen. It makes no sense at all.
It’s just a battlefield.”
"From this point of view, letting them work in the coal mine seems to be the lightest punishment." Jima said with some regret, "I should have engraved all this on them."
"My son-in-law and his father are the most disgusted with this kind of people."
Soslan said with a proud smile, "Those bastards will never see the sun in their lives, and since they don't want to speak Russian, then they should never speak in this life."
