"These Mongolian nobles are really rich, and they can die in such great glory..."
Fat Wei whispered in Chen Zhi's ear,
"What do you think is the use of a dead man carrying so many things down there? When he comes back and has time, I'll knock his ass off, Fatty!"
How could he be so old, sleep with a young Chinese wife, and take so many good things with him when he dies..."
"This is their custom, and it's pretty good now...,"
Chen Zhi also lowered his voice and looked at Fu Yuanyuan, who was standing aside with a dull expression from the corner of his eye.
"If we follow the previous rules, all these deceased wives with honorable status will be buried! Then the body of his widow should be lying on the wooden wheel cart~~~"
"I'll choke him~~~" Fat Wei looked at Fu Yuanyuan with some regret,
"I don't know what this girl is thinking now. She married an old man at such a young age and even risked her life for money~~~"
Lao Jiandou wanted to go with Mr. Murte to pay homage to the body. Before leaving, he specifically turned around to tell Chen Zhi and Pang Wei.
"I can tell you~~~~, the Mongolian people worship fire, and anything related to fire is taboo.
You can’t sprinkle water or throw things into the fire, and you can’t spit or stomp on the fire, or even warm your hands on the brazier, Wei Zi, you kid, don’t throw cigarette butts in when people aren’t paying attention!”
"Oh, don't worry, old golden man~~"
Fat Wei replied reluctantly,
"You also think that my fat man's quality is too low!"
After Lao Jiandou gave them instructions, he left with peace of mind. With a very sad expression, he and Mr. Murte went to pay homage to the body.
As soon as he left, Fat Wei quickly ran to the edge to get butter tea and milk pancakes to eat. Guidao and Ji Ying had been standing at the door since just now, paying close attention to the flow of people around them.
At this time, Chen Zhi saw Fu Yuanyuan coughing slightly in the distance, then gestured to Chen Zhi, turned around and walked forward.
In front is a white yurt, which was probably set up temporarily for funeral tradition.
Fu Yuanyuan was wearing a heavy Mongolian outfit and walked slowly towards it. She looked back at Chen Zhi from time to time and motioned for him to follow...
Chen Zhi thought for a moment, then looked around to make sure everyone was busy with their own business, and then he followed Fu Yuanyuan into the white Mongolian tent.
No one noticed this process. Lao Jiandou was sitting at the wooden cart in the distance, his nose dripping with tears, and he was chatting with Mr. Multe. It seemed that it would take a long time to come back. At this time, Fat Wei was obviously beaten by several people.
The Mongolian girl who delivered milk tea attracted me~~~
After entering the big tent, Chen Zhi found that it was a very traditional Mongolian tent. The ground was lit by candlelight, the lights were dim, there were large pieces of animal skins on the ground, and there were many traditional low cabinet seats, which were everywhere.
With a strong milk tea flavor.
Fu Yuanyuan was standing in front of the bed cabinet, looking at Chen Zhi excitedly.
"Chen Zhi, is it really you? Why are you here? It seems that God has not abandoned me. Someone finally came to save me~~~~~~~~"