"Old man, the Battelle I'm talking about looks like he's in his mid-thirties, and he's very tall..."
Peng Fei started gesticulating. This is a place where Mongolians gather. From a distance, there are at least hundreds of yurts. If it is like what the old man said, Peng Fei really has no idea.
Mongolian herdsmen are different from the herdsmen on the Tibetan Plateau. Since ancient times, Mongolian herdsmen have liked to live in groups. They usually live together as a group. They separate when grazing during the day, but return to the gathering place to live at night.
Of course, there are also solitary herdsmen, but in modern society, this situation is extremely rare. At most, they just walk a little far while grazing and temporarily stay outside for a night.
"Thirty-five or sixty-six years old? There are more than twenty people named Battle in their mid-thirties or sixties. My son is also named Battle, and he is about the same age as you..."
The old man frowned when he heard this. Battle means hero in Mongolian. After many Mongolians give birth to their sons, they like to give their children such masculine names.
Therefore, among ten Mongolian men, four or five would have such a name, just like the former national men's basketball player Battle, who also had the same meaning.
"The Battle I'm talking about was a soldier and came back five years ago. Do you know such a person?"
Peng Fei was helpless and could only tell the story of Battelle's military service. In fact, according to the discipline of their army, in order to prevent the retaliation of criminals offended during the execution of missions, they are generally not allowed to reveal the identity of themselves or their comrades.
Military experience.
Unexpectedly, Peng Fei's words were really effective. As soon as the old man heard the words "soldier", his eyes immediately fixed on Peng Fei and asked: "Who are you? What do you want to do with Battelle?"
Peng Fei answered honestly: "Old man, I am Battelle's comrade-in-arms, and I came here specifically to see him..."
"If I'm not mistaken, my son is the only one in this gathering place who has served as a soldier. Come on, young man, please come home..."
After hearing Peng Fei's answer, the old man finally showed a smile on his face. He immediately grabbed Peng Fei's wrist and walked inside. He also said: "Battle went to herd horses. He found a herd of wild horses some time ago. He has already
I’ve been following you for almost a month. Come on, come and sit at home first. It’s time to come back later..."
Battelle's father's hand was really strong, and his grip on Peng Fei's wrist was so painful that he didn't dare to shake it off. Just as he was about to be pulled into the gathering place of the yurts, he quickly said: "Old man, I...I still want to
I have friends..."
"Ahem, the old man is confused. Come on, invite all your friends to come..."
The old man let go of Peng Fei's hand and shouted to Zhuang Rui, who was standing more than ten meters away: "Guests, come here..."
Seeing that they had found the rightful owner, Zhuang Rui and Ren Chunqiang were also very happy. They walked quickly to the old man's side. When they were about to speak, they suddenly heard the sound of horse hoofbeats "De De De" in their ears.
"My son is back..."
The old man listened to the sound of horse hooves with a smile on his face. After living on the grassland all his life, the old man could tell which horse it was just by listening to the sound.
"hiss……"
Four or five men on horseback came close. The horse's head was raised high, and with several long neighs, it raised its front hooves and paused on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
"Abba, are there any guests?"
Accompanied by a loud and deep voice, a tall figure jumped off the horse in the front and walked towards Zhuang Rui and others. He was not holding the reins, but the horse he was riding just followed him honestly.
Behind you.
Their gathering place has one of the few yurts on the Mongolian grasslands, so there are often tourists from the mainland. Mongolian people are hospitable, so Battelle doesn't pay much attention to them.
"Good man..."
Seeing the appearance of the man who jumped off the horse clearly, Zhuang Rui couldn't help but praise him secretly in his heart.
The person who came here is about thirty-four or five years old, about 1.82 meters tall, with bronze skin, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a tall figure, a loud voice like a bell, and his upper body basically does not move when he walks. He feels a bit like a dragon and a tiger.
If he were placed in ancient times, he would definitely be a fierce general.
"Battle! I'm here to see you..." Peng Fei stepped out from behind the old man and walked towards Battle.
"Feizi? Why are you here..."
When Battle heard Peng Fei's voice, he was startled for a moment, and then saw Peng Fei. A look of ecstasy suddenly appeared on his face, and he stepped forward and hugged Peng Fei.
"These two brothers must get along well in the army..."
Just when Zhuang Rui and Dr. Ren were about to lament the reunion of these two old comrades, they saw Peng Fei inserting his right foot behind Battle's back, holding Battle's neck with his right hand, stepping forward with both feet, trying to throw Battle out.
.
Unexpectedly, Battle was already on guard. He turned around, stepped back with his right foot, leaned his upper body forward, exerted force with his left foot, and said "Hey", and actually hit Peng Fei, who weighed 130 to 40 pounds.
Fell out.
Peng Fei, who was thrown up high, turned over in mid-air and landed firmly on the ground, but his face was lifeless. He smiled and hugged Battle again and said: "Old man, your wrestling skills are even better."
It’s getting better and better…”
Battle's face was also full of smiles, and he said loudly: "You are not a bad boy. You have not let go of your hard work for so many years..."
Peng Fei learned his wrestling skills from Battle. Even though Battle was young, he became the famous classical wrestling king in Inner Mongolia when he was only fifteen or sixteen years old before being specially recruited into the army.
"Bartle, do you welcome guests like this? I see your skin is itchy again..."
Battle and Peng Fei expressed their feelings in a men's way, but the old man next to them frowned. The Mongolian people are the most hospitable people. Although they also advocate bravery, it is too disrespectful to use it on guests.
Already.
"Haha, Abba, aren't I happy? It's my fault, it's my fault..."
The tall Battelle shrank his neck when he saw his father glaring at him, looked at Zhuang Rui and Dr. Ren and said: "You two are Feizi's friends, that is my brother of Battelle. I must not get drunk today..."
…”
Zhuang Rui was infected by the unique generosity of the Mongolians, and said with a smile: "Okay, I will definitely have a drink with Brother Battelle..."
"If you want to enjoy yourself, come on your own, but I can't..."
Dr. Ren, who was next to Zhuang Rui, muttered in a low voice. He had seen Mongolians drinking before, and he had a lot of fun drinking with them. He was just looking for abuse.
"Okay, he is indeed Feizi's good friend, I like..."
Battelle did not hear what Dr. Ren said, and happily patted Zhuang Rui on the shoulder, turned around and said to the people who came back with him: "Barhar, go kill the two fattest sheep. I want to kill them tonight."
Entertaining friends, you all come over for a drink..."
"Okay, brother Battle, don't worry, two are not enough for me to kill four..."
It can be seen that Battelle is very prestigious among these young people. After giving an explanation, those people got on their horses and ran towards the sheep herding area while shouting.
When Barter saw his old father's face tightening again, he quickly called to Zhuang Rui and others: "Let's go and sit at home..."
Battelle's home is in the center of many yurts. As he walked along the way, people greeted Battelle from time to time. Many children were not afraid of strangers when they saw Zhuang Rui and others, and followed him with smiles.
When he walked outside a large yurt that was five or six meters high, Battelle shouted: "Eji (mom), we have a guest..."
Following Battle's shout, two women walked out of the yurt, and a three or four-year-old child ran out and jumped on Battle, shouting slightly childishly: "Abba, today
Have you captured Shenma?"
"Well, not today, but your father will definitely catch him..."
There was a trace of embarrassment on Bart's face. It seemed that he had boasted in front of his son but failed. However, there are many ways for adults to fool children. Bart patted his son's butt gently and said: "Bayar, call me
Uncle, this is Uncle Feizi I told you, he is also a good man..."
"Hello, Uncle Feizi..."
The little guy climbed down from his father's body, looked at Peng Fei with careful eyes, pouted his little mouth, and said: "Uncle Feizi, my father said that a man must be strong to become a hero, but you are not as strong as my father."
…”
"Well, Bayar, your uncle Feizi is also very good. He can't beat Abba in wrestling, but he is much better than Abba in free fighting..."
After hearing his son's words, Battle suddenly laughed dryly, looked at Peng Fei and said, "Teach the little guy a few tricks later, otherwise he won't be convinced by you..."
"I'll fight you a few times later..."
Peng Fei felt depressed at being underestimated by such a big guy. After glaring at Battle, he took off an jade pendant from his neck.
After picking up Bayar, Peng Fei hung the pendant around the little guy's neck and said, "Buddha bless you, this is a gift from Uncle Feizi to you. You must not break it, otherwise Buddha will be unhappy."
of……"
"Abba?" The little guy looked at Battle, obviously he had never accepted a gift from anyone else.
"Haha, your uncle Feizi gave it to you, just accept it..."
Battelle was very happy with Peng Fei's move. According to Mongolian rules, when visiting someone else's home, one should bring a small gift, so Battelle was not polite to Peng Fei.
But Battle didn't know that the jade pendant that Peng Fei took out was given to him by Zhuang Rui. The pendant of the same style and material in the "Qin Ruilin" store in Beijing was priced at more than one million RMB.
"This thing is too valuable, Bayar, I can't have it..."
Barter was careless and didn't pay much attention to the jadeite, but the well-informed old man could see from the emerald green material that this jadeite was somewhat unusual.
