MTL - Rebirth of the Flying Era-Chapter 966 Plans can't keep up with changes

  At first, Baiyinbatu was a little embarrassed.

  He himself is fine, but Ci Xin looks like a young girl, and he didn't speak much along the way, giving people the illusion of being shy.

   But he didn't know what to say, so he could only pin his hopes on Du Fei.

   Who knew that Du Fei didn't care about this at all.

  The heart of compassion was even more extreme, and when I went inside, I took off my shoes and got on the kang in a big way, but I didn't lie down, but insisted on meditating, and sat there all night. Looking at Baiyinbatu, he muttered in his heart.

   Don’t underestimate meditation. It’s okay for most people to sit cross-legged for a while, but it takes a long time to see who can bear it.

   Besides, the posture of loving-kindness meditation is quite standard, with a straight back and a solemn face.

   It even reminded Baiyinbatu of the golden Buddha statue in Paste Hehaote' Dazhao Wuliang Temple.

  「Is he the reincarnation of Buddha?」

  Baiyinbatu subconsciously thought of it, but felt it was impossible.

  But still concluded that compassion is absolutely extraordinary, and became more cautious and respectful. On the second day, just after dawn, Du Fei and the others set off.

  The road conditions today are worse than yesterday.

   Or it can’t be called a road at all, many places have

  It is covered with green grass, green and green from a distance, the sky is like washing, the wind blows the grass low, the scenery is really beautiful.

   But being in it is anything but nice.

   All kinds of plus version of mosquitoes, **** can nail a **** bag.

  Du Fei suddenly understood why no matter how hot the grassland is in summer, there are very few people who show their arms and legs.

   It’s not that it’s not hot, it’s that I can’t stand it!

  Du Fei was even more fortunate that he brought compassion this time.

  Not to mention anything else, at least the mosquito repellent effect is awesome.

  I can't explain why, those mosquitoes almost never appear within one meter of compassion.

  Compassion itself can't figure it out.

  In the end, Du Fei could only take it for granted, thinking that the cultivation of compassion exceeds a certain level and can produce a certain aura that makes mosquitoes fear.

  Although Du Fei was 'born with supernatural powers,' he didn't have such an aura. The car was wobbly. It came out at five o'clock in the morning and ended at eleven o'clock in the morning.

   It took more than six hours, and I haven't covered more than 100 kilometers, and the average is 20 kilometers per hour.

   Not much faster than driving a carriage.

  Du Fei and Ci Xin are not ordinary people, it's nothing. Baiyinbatu, who was driving, couldn't take it anymore.

  I drove for a few hours yesterday, and I haven’t had a good rest at night.

   It's been half a day again, and the whole person is about to fall apart. Du Fei could only take over the job of driving. finally~

   After two o'clock in the afternoon, I finally arrived at Huduge Village.

  It is said to be a village, but it is actually just a few bungalows and a few yurts.

   It is estimated that there are more than 20 households in total.

  Hearing the movement of the car, several children immediately appeared and ran wildly behind the car.

  Although Baiyinbatu is a local, this is his first visit to this village.

  Slowed down the speed of the car and asked in Mongolian: "Where is the village chief's house?"

  The child who ran in front shouted, "It's over there, I'll take you there."

   After speaking, he speeded up and rushed to the front of the car. After a while, we arrived in front of a house.

  In this remote small village, there is no village committee, and they are all in the village head's house.

  Du Fei stopped the car, turned off the engine and got out.

   I happened to see an old man in his forties or fifties coming out of the house with a double-barreled shotgun in his hand.

   With a bit of vigilance, he looked at Du Fei and the others.

  Baiyinbatu stepped forward and said, "You are Comrade Aoga, right?" The head of Huduge Village already knew it in Sizizi Banner.

  Oga Timur.

  I used to be a Communist Party member, but after changing jobs, I became the village head. Village Chief Oga frowned and said, "You are..."

  Baiyinbatu said: "We are from Paste Hehaote, looking for a young man who came to you."

  Oga heard that he was looking for someone, then looked at Du Fei and Ci Xin

  But he didn't relax his vigilance and asked, "Do you have a letter of introduction?" "Yes~"

  Baiyinbatu quickly took out the introduction letter from Kong Lidong. The village chief checked carefully, and then he relaxed: "Three comrades, I'm sorry just now. In the past two years, we had enemies here, pretending to be our comrades, and doing a lot of bad things."

  Du Fei nodded: "It should be, the enemy will never die, we must always be vigilant."

  The head of Aoga village laughed and said: "This little comrade is really good. It can be seen that he has been educated and educated."

  Baiyinbatu was taken aback, and quickly said: "Old village chief, this is not a little comrade, this is a leader from the capital."

   Village Chief Aoga was taken aback for a moment. He had seen the world outside, so he quickly apologized.

  Du Fei smiled and said: "Comrade village chief, you are right, I am a little comrade in front of you~"

  The village head of Oga smiled and let a few people into the house.

  The wife of the village head was busy pouring a few cups of milk tea, steaming, and took a sip.

  The hot milk tea is really comfortable when it rolls in my belly. Du Fei gave a compliment, and then asked about Yang Dingxiang. "Yang Dingxiang~Yang Dingxiang..." The old village chief frowned and thought for a long time.

  Finally, his wife interjected: "Is it the two girls who are divided into three groups?"

  Because the area of ​​the pastoral area is very large, many villages do not live together.

   There are still several groups below, and some groups in the same village are separated by twenty or thirty miles.

  The village chief slapped his thigh: "Hey~Look at my bad memory, I'm in the third group of Zhang Gensheng's house.

   After finishing speaking, he explained: "Zhang Gensheng is Han, and his family can speak Chinese. You asked that girl to live with his daughter in their house."

  Starting from this year, we have just begun to go up and down the mountain on a large scale.

  Because it is located in a remote area, there are few people who come here. There is no youth center, and those who come from other places to jump in the queue are placed in the herdsmen's home.

   One more person eats, and one more labor. Du Fei looked at his watch, it was almost three o'clock.

   asked: "How far is the three groups from here? Is it too late now?"

   Village Chief Aoga said: "It must be in time. It's just over 20 miles north of the ranch. It will take less than an hour for you to come here by car."

   After speaking, he stood up: "You must be anxious to find someone, I

  Take you there directly. "

  Du Fei wanted to beg, but he didn't expect the other party to take the initiative and thanked him immediately.

   Coming out of the house, Du Fei was about to let the old village head into the car, but saw him turn around and go behind the house.

  Du Fei was wondering when he saw the old village chief walking out leading a **** horse.

   "Are you going on a horse?" Du Fei was surprised.

  The old village head smiled, pointed at the car and said, "That iron guy is against me. As long as I sit on it, I feel dizzy and want to vomit. It's still easy to handle."

   After speaking, he patted the horse's neck very affectionately. The **** horse shook its head and snorted.

   Immediately, the old village head pulled the saddle, turned over and got on the horse's back.

   Regardless of how old he is, the action of getting on the horse is not sloppy at all.

  The old village chief flicked the reins with a shotgun on his back.

  The **** horse made a sound of "slip", raised its hooves, and ran out, as if it was galloping on the battlefield.

  When Du Fei saw it, he couldn't help wanting to get a horse to ride. It's a pity that the timing was wrong, so he could only give up and start the car to follow.

  The old village head rode for a while, then slowed down and changed from running to walking.

  In fact, there are very few people who really ride on horseback.

  Riding a horse like that, looks chic, and runs fast, but no matter whether it is a human or a horse, it can't last long at all.

   If you really run a long distance, it must be a horse.

   The speed is neither fast nor slow, and there are almost no bumps and ups and downs when sitting on horseback.

   In this way, the horse is not tired, and the people are not tired.

   Legend has it that when Genghis Khan marched west, the Mongolian cavalry did not dismount when they ate or slept.

  The old village head was very familiar with the terrain, and he arrived at the Huduge Village in less than an hour with him leading the way.

Three groups.

  Seeing from a distance, beside a small river, there are several yurts dotted here and there.

  The old village head got off his horse and shouted "Zhang Gensheng" into a yurt.

  Du Fei stopped and got out of the car.

  I saw a middle-aged black and thin middle-aged man of medium build come out of the yurt, and said with a smile: "Uncle Oga, why are you here?" At the same time, he saw the car and couldn't help being surprised.

  The old village head said: "These comrades from Paste Hehaote are looking for Yang Dingxiang who was assigned to your family."

  Zhang Gensheng looked at Du Fei and the others, and said with a smile, "Look for Comrade Xiao Yang! It's such a bad coincidence..."

  Du Fei frowned immediately, hearing his tone, Yang Dingxiang was not there. The old village chief also frowned and asked what happened?

   Zhang Gensheng immediately explained.

  It turned out that yesterday morning, Yang Dingxiang was called away by two young people who came together.

   Said that they came from this group, and one of them was leaving, so everyone went to see it off, and get together by the way.

  Neither Du Fei nor the old village head expected this situation.

   asked: "Where did they go? Did you say when they will come back?"

  Zhang Gensheng said: "I don't know. I was not at home when she left, so I told my wife."

  Du Fei was a little helpless.

   I really complied with that sentence, the plan cannot keep up with the rapid changes. It could not have been a simple matter, but he came to meet Yang Dingxiang and took her away.

  Who knew that this kind of moth appeared again when we got to the place.

  The old village head looked at Du Fei with a look of embarrassment on his face: "Comrade Du, look at this..."

   Now there are only two ways, either go to Yang Dingxiang, or wait here.

   But look for it, where can I find it?

  If you wait, until when?

   After much deliberation, Du Fei decided that being still is worse than moving. But waiting is too passive.

  While waiting, you have to find a way to take the initiative.

  After making up his mind, Du Fei and the others didn't stay in the third group.

  The entire three groups are just a few yurts, so why not go back to the old village head and wait.

   Anyway, it takes more than an hour to ride back and forth.

  In addition, Du Fei plans to let Baiyinbatu go to the village tomorrow.

  They came this time and went directly to Huduge Village, passing through Yingpan Township without stopping.

  Just now Zhang Gensheng mentioned that there must be a record in the village for a young man who came with Yang Dingxiang to leave.

  If Yang Dingxiang doesn't come back tomorrow, Baiyinbatu can find out where that person is, and he can go directly to him the day after tomorrow.

  In the evening, the son of the village head of Aoga came back from grazing. Hearing that the leader came from the capital, he immediately slaughtered a sheep.

   Cooked a big pot of clear water mutton, and called all the respectable men in the village to entertain the distinguished guests.

   It can be seen that the son of the village head of Oga has some brains, and he has been in junior high school for a year in the town.

   After drinking a few glasses of wine, I got excited and vowed that I would go to work in the countryside in the future, become a cadre, and eat public food.