Chapter 708: Settling the family

It was lively and laughing, and I went out in the first month of the year. In the past month, the fat man's biggest gain was his weight gain. Even he kept muttering: "It's time to be busy, so it's better to lose weight."

After the first month of the year, the ice and snow melt, and the busy season naturally comes. The biggest task this year is to build Qingshan Manor.

I called Erfeizi's construction team and said that I had joined forces with a team dedicated to retro projects and came over immediately.

The fat man then felt at ease: I have to hurry up. Construction has started on Hengfa Villa, so we can't stay behind. If they build first and then open first, they will definitely steal some of the passenger flow.

On this day, the fat man was working in the village committee. He was holding the cannon in his hand and was going to bomb the old coach of Wutou. As a result, Li Suozi broke in: "Brother Fat, go out and have a look. The old nose truck is here!"

"Haha, okay, it must be that Erfeizi is here, and the speed is really fast." The fat man didn't care about playing chess anymore. As soon as he threw the chess piece, he ran out with Li Suozi.

I saw a long row of trucks on the avenue, almost lined up to the wild vegetable factory. The fat man looked closely and muttered, "It seems that it's not a engineering team, why are there still many cattle and sheep pulling on the car?"

"The engineering team brought the food directly. It is estimated that the team is full of Hui people, who specializes in beef and mutton." Li Suozi also analyzed it blindly.

"Haha, it's our grassland eagle coming!" The fat man's eyes were sharp-eyed. When he saw Burigude jumping out of the car, he realized that it was not Erfeizi and his engineering team, but Burigude's relocated convoy arrived first.

"Fat Uncle, we are here." Burigod bent down and saluted, then pulled over a boy in his teens, wearing a Mongolian robe and two small red face bags, which were vaguely similar to Burigod when he was a child.

"Haha, our eagle is practicing flying with the little eagle." The fat man was overjoyed. This kid must be Burigoud's son.

"Xiaobatu, hurry up and greet the fat grandpa." Burigoud nodded and said to the kid.

The kid looked at the fat man, then grinned and whispered to Burigoud, "Bad, he is not as old as you are?"

The fat man laughed: "I am young, this kid, when he was younger than your father, go and play with the young lady who was leading the bear over there."

Batu pulled out a small Mongolian knife from his waist and ran towards Qiqi, but was pulled by Burigud: "That's what my dad told you, you little girl."

"Really, can I fall with it?" Xiaobatu was full of excitement when he heard this.

The fat man nodded: "As long as your father couldn't fall it when he was a child, you can go up and try it. Remember to give him a first tribute. According to seniority, you have to call it Uncle Benben."

Watching Xiaobatu running away, the fat man and Burigoud laughed loudly: Seeing the child means seeing hope, so it is particularly easy to make people happy.

"Uncle Fat, we have a total of three families, sixteen. Look, yurts, lele carts, and even cattle and sheep." Burigod seemed to have been well prepared. The fat man also found that several big stupid dogs jumped out of the car, all of whom were grimacing. Although he didn't dare to go forward and bite, he was not very afraid.

"Okay, you can choose the place, but you don't have to raise too many cattle and sheep. Our pasture is not as big as your grassland." The fat man was also very open-minded. It was a pleasure to do things with these ethnic minority brothers.

More than a dozen herders got off in the car one after another, and Chaganbala's family was also included. The fat man stepped forward and hugged: "And, it's great that you can come, haha, let me tell you, there is really a white tiger on our big green mountain!"

Chagan means white in Mongolian language, and Bala refers to tiger, so it means white tiger. Many Mongolian men are named after beasts.

When Chaganbala heard this, he immediately became energetic: "Then I have to open my eyes no matter what I say."

"It seems OK, but you two white tigers should not be pinched." When the fat man went into the mountain a few times, he found a rare white tiger, so he joked with Chaganbala.

While speaking, dozens of young men had already come to help unload the truck. They first unloaded the Lele truck and took them together. Then they put the rest on the Lele truck and led the strong old cow puller. The others got on the horse, directed the sheepdog to drive the cattle and sheep, and were soon ready to go.

"It's worthy of being a nation on the horse's back, so quick." The fat man couldn't help but exclaim, and then grabbed his head: "Little Eagle, it seems that he hasn't chosen a good place yet!"

"Fat uncle, I have already seen it. It is on the east side of the deer farm, leaning against the river, and it is more convenient for cattle and sheep to drink water. The few hillsides there are enough for us to take turns to grazing." Burigude was prepared for a long time. When he came last time, he had already helped the tribesmen choose a good habitat. The Mongolians have low requirements for material conditions, as long as the water and grass are lush, they will be able to do it.

The fat man waved his arm and said, "Then let's leave, settle the house first, and then let's drink. I know you must come early, and I have kept a lot of delicious food."

So he drove the Lele cart, turned the wheels and headed north to the village; Li Suozi organized several large carts to pull the rest.

Those Mongolian mastiffs were very fierce. At first, they didn't let outsiders touch those things. Chaganbala was about to shout, but when he saw Qiqi running over, the Mongolian mastiffs who dared to fight with wolves followed her obediently, with their tails shaking so much that they couldn't help but sigh: One thing is to subdue another thing.

After leaving the village, walking east for four or five miles, the convoy stopped on a hillside. Burigoud shouted: "It's this."

After saying that, everyone unloaded the yurt from the car. In less than an hour, several white yurts stood up, and the cattle and sheep were not under the supervision of others. They were eating dead grass on the hillside. It seemed that they had long been used to this kind of life, but this time they migrated a little further.

"Haha, it's so convenient." Everyone looked at it and couldn't help but walk in the yurt. With more people, there were naturally taboos, such as stepping on the threshold, touching the child's head, etc. The fat man quickly shouted loudly, asking everyone to pay attention.

In fact, with the intercourse between Mongolians and Han people, many folk customs are gradually disappearing, and only a very small number of Mongolians who actually live in yurts.

Several Mongolian women set up the stove and then started cooking milk tea. Several Mongolian men pulled down two fat sheep and slaughtered them on the spot.

"Did you agree? Let's go to the village to eat today." When the fat man saw their attitude, he knew that he would treat guests in the Mongolian way.

Burigoud touched Kuanbian's forehead: "Fat Uncle, now you are here to our yurt, of course we will treat you."

The fat man grabbed the back of the head: "Hehe, you don't have many sheep you brought, you can't stand killing like this."

"It doesn't matter. What it brings is mainly a symbol. If it is the peak tourist season, these sheep will probably be slaughtered in a few days. The cattle and sheep and dairy products must be transported from the grassland. Now the road is good, and it will be in two days." Burigude runs a horse farm and is of course very familiar with the business.

"Okay, then we're welcome." The fat man was real and knew that ethnic minority brothers were more real than him, so he was no longer pretentious.

At this time, a burst of cheers suddenly came from not far away, and I saw Xiaobatu falling with Benben and others. Although the little guy was skilled in his skills, he was too weak. Benben had fallen for more than 20 years, and his experience was not uncommon, and he could not stand it for a while.

Wrestling, horse riding, and archery are the three arts of Mongolian men, and they have been honed since childhood. But when they are old, they do not have the momentum of Batu, but they are still attracted by him and lying on the ground.

Qiqi ran over and stuffed a wild fruit into its mouth to show comfort. In fact, the stupid and stupid heart is as broad as a fat man. If he doesn't talk about victory or defeat, he doesn't care about winning or losing.

As soon as Batu came, he danced the Mongolian Binger's victory on the ground. It was quite vigorous. Suddenly, he felt a powerful force coming from behind him, and then he fell on the grass.

I stood up and looked back. What a good guy, it turned out to be a big brown bear, standing in front of him like a hill.

It turned out that Pangpang was dissatisfied and came up to find a place for Benben. Xiaobatu gritted his teeth and yelled, and the spirit of fearlessness in the bones of the Mongolians was undoubtedly revealed to the little guy.

"Haha, he is really a little warrior!" The fat man knew that Batu had the meaning of a warrior in Mongolian language.

However, the little Warrior's opponent was too strong. Pangpang pulled Batu down after a few strokes, and then sat on him, pressing him so hard that Batu couldn't get up. The two fists hit Pangpang's back, which was almost the same as tickling it.

Fortunately, under Qiqi's guidance, Pangpang also knows the importance of the matter and is not worth it, so there is no need to worry about Batu being crushed.

Qiqi rushed up and pulled Pangpang up. With her strength, of course she couldn't pull it up. It was mainly because Pangpang stood up by herself.

"Batu, no one can fall over except Uncle Fat. If you dare to fall with Fat, you will be very brave. Let's take you to the deer farm to ride a deer. It's more fun than riding a horse." Qiqi saw that Batu was a little depressed, so she comforted her.

Seeing a group of little kids leaving in Batu, a smile appeared on Burigude's face, as if he had returned to his childhood. He felt that bringing his son here to live was definitely the right choice.

"The high Xing'anling is a big forest, and the brave Oroqen live in the forest-" A loud singing came from afar, and then a dozen horses were seen running towards this side. In the front was a middle-aged man with a long bow on his back and a roe deer hat on his head, which was Boshanhua.

"Haha, I'm talking about how the broom bumps that are sweeping the kang at home are standing in the corner of the wall. It turns out that there are really customers coming." The fat man grabbed the back of his head and ran over.
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