"Zhuang Rui, are you here to drink in the prairie or to do archaeology? It has been three days, and we have agreed that if we don't find anything within half a month, we will return to Beijing..."
Dr. Ren was very drunk the previous day. When he woke up at noon the next day, he found that Zhuang Rui was drunk again. As the leader of the team, he was unconscious and the archaeological work could not continue in the blink of an eye.
Kung Fu has been on the grassland for three days.
"Hey, Brother Ren, don't worry, don't you still have more than ten days to work? Come, let's take a look at this Uzi steel knife made from the Yuan Dynasty craftsmanship. How about it? It's absolutely as good as clay..."
Zhuang Rui waved his hand nonchalantly. This time he came to the prairie and met such generous friends as Timur and Battelle. Even if he found nothing in the archeology, Zhuang Rui thought it was worth it.
Zhuang Rui couldn't put it down the full-moon scimitar given to him by Timur. He played with the gems on the scabbard and felt the sharp cold at the blade. Zhuang Rui pulled out his hair with great interest and prepared to give it to him.
Dr. Ren performed a hair blow blowjob.
Dr. Ren was dumbfounded by Zhuang Rui. After waving his hand to stop his movements, he said: "Okay, okay, don't cut iron like clay, think about the next step..."
"Brother Ren, this matter is not urgent. According to historical records, if the Mausoleum of Genghis Khan is really in the Ordos area, it is probably close to the Aerzhai Grottoes near the Ordos Plateau. We can just go there and investigate..."
Zhuang Rui has done in-depth research on the history of the Yuan Dynasty and analyzed several places where Genghis Khan may have been buried. Among them, the Arsai Grottoes on the Ordos Plateau are more reliable.
As for the inspection, it was nothing at all to Zhuang Rui. After walking around Ordos for two days, everything became clear.
"But……"
"Zhuang Ruian replied, are you awake?"
Just when Dr. Ren was still about to speak, the curtain of the yurt was lifted, and Timur and Bater walked in together, followed by the quirky little girl Wuyun Qiqige.
"Brother, there is something I want to tell you..."
Zhuang Rui stood up, moved the two of them to the chairs, and said: "Brother Timur, Brother Bater, you may already know the purpose of our coming here. We are from the archaeological team of Beijing University, and we came to the prairie this time.
I hope to find the tombs of the Yuan Dynasty emperors and fill the gap in the Yuan history in Chinese archaeological history..."
Zhuang Rui had never dared to tell Battelle their origins before. After all, although he was known as an archaeologist, what he actually did was dig the graves of his ancestors.
You must know that all Mongols consider themselves descendants of Genghis Khan. For thousands of years, Genghis Khan has had unparalleled prestige on this prairie.
After Zhuang Rui finished speaking, he glanced at the two of them and then said: "Brothers, this is scientific archeology, you don't have to worry about disturbing the heroic spirits of your ancestors..."
The country has always attached great importance to the religious beliefs and living habits of ethnic minorities. If local residents strongly oppose it, even if the Mausoleum of Genghis Khan is found, it may not be excavated.
"That's right..."
Barter pondered for a moment and then said: "Brother Zhuang, to tell you the truth, in the past few years, many archaeological teams have been here, also trying to find the tomb of Tian Khan, but no one can find it.
I think your hope is very slim..."
"Brother Battle, don't you object to our search for Genghis Khan's tomb?"
Zhuang Rui was stunned for a moment after hearing what Battle said. Then he realized that the Tian Khan he was talking about was Genghis Khan. He couldn't help but be overjoyed. Having these locals leading the way would definitely be much better than running around like a headless fly.
Battle said with a smile: "We don't want the tombs of our ancestors to reappear in the world, but if you can find them, it will be the will of the Immortal God, and we will not object..."
Today, with such advanced technology and communication, many Mongolians have long since bid farewell to their herding career, and even the vast majority of Mongolians no longer even know Mongolian writing.
A nation worships its ancestors because of the great achievements they have made. But now their national form has undergone fundamental changes, so they are not so disgusted with the many scientific expedition teams coming to search for their ancestors' tombs.
Already.
And if the Mausoleum of Genghis Khan can really be found, it will be a huge boost to the grassland economy. At the very least, the tourism industry will definitely develop significantly.
"Okay, let's not talk about this matter for now. Brother Zhuang, I am here to win the lottery for you today. Let's go to my pasture. Except for the red blood, you can choose other horses..."
Talking to others about how to excavate ancestral tombs is always unpleasant. Battelle patted Zhuang Rui on the shoulder and changed the topic.
"Okay, let's go and have a look together, but Brother Battle, what you said before was that you wanted to give me a BMW like the one with Red Blood..."
Zhuang Rui also laughed when he heard the words, and galloped on the prairie. This is the dream in every man's heart. Zhuang Rui has been "busy" drinking these days and didn't care about it. Now he heard Battelle talk about it.
I couldn't help it immediately.
Timur, who was standing nearby, heard the conversation between the two and couldn't help but said: "Zhuang Ruian replied, Brother Battelle is fooling you. There is only one king horse in his pasture, and that is Red Blood, and other horses simply cannot win."
It’s incomparable…”
"Timur, you are afraid of a traitor in everything. Why, after accepting Brother Zhuang as An Da, you betrayed me, the eldest brother?"
Battle wasn't angry either, and said with a smile: "I, Battle, keep my word and will definitely help you find a horse that is as good as Red Blood. Let's go to the racecourse first..."
Hearing that there was a horse riding, Dr. Ren no longer hesitated about archeology or not, and followed him. In addition, there was Peng Fei who came after hearing the news, and the little girl Wu Yunqiqige, and the group
Five or six people left the gathering place and walked towards the racecourse.
Battle's racecourse is not very far from the gathering place. It only takes more than ten minutes to walk. When you walk to the place where you are still one or two hundred meters away from the racecourse, you can hear the neighing of the horses.
Barter suddenly stopped, hooked his right thumb and index finger into a circle, put it into his mouth and whistled loudly.
Following Battle's whistle, a high-pitched horse neighed. The originally bustling and noisy racecourse suddenly became silent. A flaming red horse jumped out from the railing of the racecourse, with its hooves flying. In a blink of an eye,
Suddenly he came in front of everyone.
This horse is very different from ordinary Mongolian horses. Ordinary Mongolian horses are not very big, with an average height of only 120 to 142 centimeters. However, this horse stands at a height of more than 1.7 meters. It is golden in color, which is a bit tall.
Like the legendary sweaty horse.
In 200, as a symbol of peace and friendship between China and Turkey, the President of Turkmenistan once presented a horse named Akhdash to the country. After disappearing from the sight of the Chinese people for a thousand years, the horse has returned again.
On the prairie.
However, the horse that Battelle owned was obviously not the sweat-blooded horse that was given as a gift. It is estimated that the parents of this horse have the genes of sweat-blooded horses, so under the extremely low probability, such a horse was born that looked very much like sweat-blooded horses.
BMW horses are coming.
"What a horse king!"
Zhuang Rui couldn't help but praise him. This red-blooded horse was like a white lion, a strong man in his own race. A single neigh could silence thousands of horses, which showed his majesty.
Hearing Zhuang Rui's praise of Chi Xue, Battelle had a troubled look on his face. He thought Zhuang Rui had taken a fancy to his baby, so he couldn't help but murmured: "Brother Zhuang, actually you want Chi Xue."
That's okay, but this horse has a bad temper and has never been ridden by anyone except me, so..."
After hearing what Battle said, Zhuang Rui knew that he had misunderstood what he meant, and quickly waved his hand and said: "No, Brother Battle, I didn't mean that. A gentleman does not take what others like, and red blood should run on the prairie, and
Are you not going back to Beijing with me..."
"Haha, brother Zhuang, don't worry, the horse I want to give you will be no worse than Chixue..."
When Battle heard this, his heart returned to his stomach. If Zhuang Rui decided that he wanted this red-blooded horse, he really didn't know what to do.
Timur obviously disapproved of what Battle said. He curled his lips and said, "Isn't it worse than Red Blood? Brother Battle, are there any horses like that on our prairie?"
"Timur, have you forgotten the herd of wild horses found in the mountain col some time ago?" Battelle laughed.
After Timur heard what Battle said, his eyes suddenly widened and he said loudly: "What? Are you talking about the winning horse? But brother Battle, we have tried so many ways, but we can't catch it. If you use
No matter what method you use, even if you catch it, it cannot be tamed..."
"I said, two eldest brothers, what are you talking about?"
Zhuang Rui was a little confused when he heard it. It seemed that there was a horse that was as good as Red Blood, but it didn't seem to belong to Battle yet, and he didn't know why the big man gave it to him.
"It's nothing, Brother Zhuang, don't worry. We will each choose a good horse later. We may have to go out for a few days..."
Battle did not directly answer Zhuang Rui's words, but pretended to be confident. In fact, in his heart, he was not completely sure that he could conquer the winning horse and give it to Zhuang Rui.
"How many days will we be away? How many days will it take?"
Zhuang Rui was stunned when he heard this. Just now he was wondering why Battelle came to the racecourse carrying such a large package and several water bags. He had already prepared it.
But Zhuang Rui's grassland archaeological project now only has twelve or three days left, and he doesn't have that much time to compete with a horse.
