After recuperating in a yurt for two days, A Chong's paralyzed legs finally gradually became conscious under the magical effect of Qilin's blood clotting and Timur's meticulous care.
On this day, Timur brought a pair of crutches in, and smiled and said to A Chong: "Surele and Ke helped you hit two crutches, go, I will take you out for a walk, move your legs and feet to your body. Recovery is good."
A Chong nodded: "Thank you, Brother Su..."
In order to protect A Chong's identity, Timur lied to outsiders that A Chong was a distant cousin of his own. Originally, Timur intended to be a brother to A Chong, but under the strong opposition of A Chong, he had to regard him as a cousin. Speaking of seniority in this way, the forty-year-old beard-faced Suzhele and Ke had to call him a cousin. This has made A Chong very embarrassed.
Surilheke is a rough-looking, cheerful Mongolian man with a cheerful face all day long. Timur translated it to A Chong, and Surile and Ke mean "mighty" in Chinese, which fits his image very well.
A Chong walked slowly to the door with a cane, and Timur helped him open the tent.
This is the first time A Chong has stepped out of the yurt in a few days. When he went out to see the scene in front of him, A Chong couldn't help but was shocked. He thought he was living in a lonely tent on the grassland, but what he saw was The endless yurt!
At this time, it was time to make dinner, and all the yurts were filled with smoke rising up, and under the setting sun, the whole sky was rendered foggy.
Timur pointed to a gray city in the distance and said: "There is Ulaanbaatar, the capital of Mongolia. Mongolia has a total population of only over 3 million, and most of them are gathered here. Many people work in the city during the day. At night, I will return to live in a yurt in the suburbs."
"What do these people usually do?" A Chong looked at the jumbled yurts around them, most of them were relatively shabby. From a distance, they looked a bit like refugee camps and slums.
"Mongolia’s economy is relatively simple. Except for mining, it is animal husbandry. But now the economy is sluggish and minerals can’t be sold. In addition, many young people don’t like animal husbandry. .
People here don't have any environmental awareness, and they start to burn coal for heating in autumn and winter. You see, a city with less than 2 million people can even generate smog! "
At this time, the beginning of autumn has passed. Although many cities in China are still hot, but the evening in the northern Saibei grassland is quite chilly. At night, the lowest temperature is even closer to zero. Some yurts began to burn coal for heating, and the air was filled with the smell of soot.
"You see, this is the status quo in Mongolia. The dignified capital is not as good as the construction of a third- and fourth-tier city in China. The gap has been getting bigger and bigger in recent years, and it is far worse than in China!"
Timur looked at the gray sky in the distance, and said calmly. Although he is a Mongolian in name, but in his tone he always faintly considers himself a Han.
Perhaps he has a pure and yellow heart than any Han Chinese.
"What do seniors usually do?" A Chong asked softly.
"Our family members mainly operate on the border between Mongolia and Han. Surele and Ke are coal truck drivers. They mainly run long-distance transportation between Mongolia and Inner Mongolia. Now the business is not good, and he has stopped work for a while.
I'm old now and can't run anymore. In the past, he often did some livestock business in the Mainland, and occasionally acted as a guide for tourists to Inner Mongolia and Tibetan areas. In order to find the whereabouts of Tieqiling, my footprints are all over most of Mobei, some places are more familiar than the locals. "
Timur said slowly, a smile suddenly appeared in his eyes.
Looking into the distance following his eyes, I saw a group of young boys wearing Mongolian robes running on the grassland on horseback. There were many motorcycles galloping along with them on both sides, and the scene looked very lively.
Timur took a step forward, stretched out his two fingers and blew a melodious whistle to his mouth, and the leading child turned his horse's head and galloped over here. After a while, the little rider rushed to them and leaped lightly from the horse's back. The little boy looked only ** years old, and he was not as tall as a horse's shoulders.
There was a rare hint of joy on Timur’s face, "His name is Ajislan, my little grandson! In the future, he will be the man who will inherit my mantle!"
Timur said, pounding his chest. Judging from the proud look of the old man, Ajislan is likely to be the descendant of the wolf of the next generation.
"Grandpa, uncle!" Ajislan yelled as he walked to the two of them, leading the horse.
"You can speak Chinese?" A Chong looked at the childish little boy in wonder.
"Arislan, tell uncle what your name means in Chinese." Timur said kindly, looking at the little boy.
"Uncle, Ajislan means lion in Chinese!" the little boy said loudly, his eyes full of pride.
Timur turned his head and explained to A Chong: "Ari Silan has been learning Chinese with me since I was a child. Although the Canglang family has lived in Saibei for generations, we have never forgotten our identity as the descendants of Han Chinese."
A Chong nodded. There are many Chinese books hidden in Timur’s yurt, including classic books such as "Historical Records" and "Han Shu", as well as "Three Hundred Poems of Tang Poems and Song Ci" and "Five Thousand Years of China". Popular books. It seems that usually these two masters are studying and researching on their own. No wonder Timur's speech always has an old book flavor.
Timur pondered for a while, and said to A Chong, "Try not to speak Chinese in Ulaanbaatar. Many people here don't like Han people. There are many historical reasons for this. I will tell you in detail later when I have the opportunity."
A Chong nodded. In the past few months in Mongolia, many herders he met are simple and friendly, but in larger towns, the situation is completely opposite. Many people have an attitude when they hear him speak Chinese. It will become very bad.
"Although many Mongolians hate the Han people, many large-scale projects in Mongolia were built with domestic aid. The largest department store in Ulabato is modeled after the model of Wangfujing in Beijing. Many of the goods sold here are also made in China." When Timur said this, his face was not without irony.
As the two of them were talking, there was a sudden noisy sound in the distance. A group of Mongolians were arguing fiercely around several people. The tall and sturdy Surele and Ke were also caught in the fun.
Timur frowned as he watched the crowd. Said to Ajislan, "Go over and see what's going on."
Ajislan handed the horse rein to grandpa and ran over. After a while, he returned with Suzhile and Ke.
"Grandpa and Uncle, there are three Han people over there, they said they were looking for someone." Ajislan said crisply.
"As soon as those people came over, they yelled and said that one of their companions was lost here. When they heard them speaking Chinese, Daiqin led people to surround them." Su Rile and Ke gleefully said.
This big man, who is nearly two meters tall, can speak Chinese, but he stumbles and has a very obvious accent, not as fluent as Timur and Ajislan said.
"They are not Han people, they are Gurkha mercenaries!" A Chongran said.
A Chong’s eyesight is very good. Although the 31 novel app download addresses are very far apart, he still sees the bulging waists of the few people and the exposed dogleg scimitar hilts—these people certainly don’t understand Ulaanbaa. I thought that Chinese could be used here because of the customs of the trust, which aroused the anger of the public.
Timur nodded, and said to Sureleheke: "Go and teach them a lesson! Don't let them make trouble here!"
Surele and Ke looked at Timur with solemn expressions and nodded vigorously. Rubbing the big palm of the pu fan, he turned and strode towards the crowd. It seems that these Gurkha mercenaries will inevitably be beaten up.
"Let's go, let's go back to the tent!" Timur turned around and said to A Chong.
Although A Chong has now changed into a Mongolian attire, wearing a wide Mongolian robe and a leather cap, at first glance he can't tell that he is the A Chong from the previous few days. But to be on the safe side, we still have to avoid the eyeliner of these Gurkha mercenaries.
When the two returned to the tent, A Chong sat on the edge of the bed and said in a low voice, "My identity may have been exposed. I have to leave here as soon as possible."
A Chong knew in his heart that these Gurkha mercenaries might be tracking him, and he didn't want to hurt Timur and his people. Although Surele and Ke are crowded and powerful now, these three Gurkha mercenaries still dare not do anything. But after all, they are well-trained professional mercenaries. If you let them know that they are hiding here, they will inevitably use the means of sneak attack behind the scenes. Timur's tribe is likely to suffer as a result.
Timur shook his head and said, "You can't even stand on your feet now, and a child can push you down. I can't just let you go-don't worry, you are safe here. These people are not doing it for you. You are here."
Achong looked at Timur in wonder, besides himself, what reason do the Gurkha mercenaries have to come to this Saibei Wasteland
Timur nodded affirmatively to A Chong, "I have something to tell you when Suzhele and Ke finish dealing with the group of people."
Seeing that the old man was selling off again, A Chong had to sit on the side of the bed honestly, staring at the window in a daze.
After a while, Suril and K opened the tent and walked in happily, whispering to Timur.
"Speak Chinese!" Timur frowned and said.
Although Su Rile and Ke can speak Chinese, they seem to be unaccustomed to speaking. After being trained by the old man, he touched his head and smiled at A Chong.
"We beaten those rascals, climbed into the car and ran away. Ajislan was following them on horseback."
"He is a child, is he in danger?" A Chong looked at Timur with some worry.
These Gurkha mercenaries were cruel and cruel, and it was very reassuring for a child in Ajislan to follow him.
There was a calm look on Timur's face: "Don't worry, Ajislan is very smart, he knows how to do it."
After that, he turned his head and said to Suzhileheke, "Is that person still locked up there?"
Surele and K nodded vigorously, "They are still locked there. I check twice a day, and the bundle is strong!"
"Go and bring him here, don't let anyone discover it," Timur said.
Surele and K nodded and strode out.
Timur looked at A Chong with a confused face, and grinned: "You may not know, why did we suddenly appear there when you were chased and killed that night?"