Mysterious Mummy in the Supernatural Graveyard: The Mysterious Tomb

Chapter 212 (5)
It turned out that he was the deputy captain of the herdsman brigade, surnamed Chen. Herdsmen live in no fixed place. They have always driven cattle and sheep wherever the water and grass are abundant. They will come here to graze at this time of year, and this year is the same.They began to see us mowing the grass, thinking that we were also herdsmen grazing. According to the rules on the grassland, first come, first served. If there are already other herdsmen grazing in this pasture area, they can only find another place, but they did not see us. Cattle and sheep, seeing that we don't seem to be herdsmen, felt very strange, so they came to ask.

Brother Zhang briefly introduced our purpose and work here, and then took out the work card to show them.The herdsmen are very hospitable. In their eyes, they are the masters of the prairie, and all who come to the prairie are guests, so they invited Brother Zhang to drink in their tent.

Brother Zhang immediately nodded in agreement. Refusing some requests from the herdsmen on the grassland would be regarded as looking down on others, so the two herdsmen pointed to the location of their tents and went back first.Brother Zhan went back and brought four bottles of white wine, a few catties of tea, and two cigarettes, and asked me to go with Professor Sun, the old ghost of Erjian. These cigarettes, alcohol and tea were bought with public funds before the team came here, and they were all herdsmen on the grassland. The things I like are specially used for relationship.

Vice Captain Chen and several old herdsmen were standing outside a big yurt. They welcomed us in immediately when they saw us coming. As soon as I entered, I could smell a strong smell of cattle and sheep. A big table made of small square tables, a large pot and a dozen large bowls have already been placed on the table, and there is a special fragrance of milk coming from the pot.

This yurt is illuminated with two large horse lanterns, which I have seen in Mr. Chan’s dormitory. They use kerosene as fuel, and they are very bright when the power is off, but there is a bit of kerosene smell.Lord Shovel treated this lamp as if it was a treasure, saying that it had been used for decades, but I lied to it several times but failed to get it.

Vice-Captain Chen smiled and let us go to the table. Without a stool, we had to follow the Romans and sit cross-legged on the carpet. Vice-Captain Chen said, "Come, have a bowl of milk tea first." He took the big pot on the table and gave it to each of us. I poured a big bowl, I took a sip and it felt good, I couldn’t help but gulp it down, Brother Zhang and the others also picked it up and killed it in one gulp, the herdsmen next to Vice Captain Chen burst into smiles when they saw us so happy, it seems that real herdsmen Still very forthright, don't like too many hypocritical politeness.

After drinking the milk tea, Vice Captain Chen began to introduce the herdsmen to us. I remembered the name of the old captain in his 60s. Vice Captain Chen asked us to call him Papa Tiemuer. I forgot after Deputy Captain Chen finished speaking, and then Brother Zhang also introduced us.

Just after the introduction, I saw the curtain of the yurt lifted, and a Mongolian woman in her thirties came in with a large basin of meat. The meat in it makes me salivate faster.I secretly regretted in my heart: "If I knew I would be able to eat meat with my hands today, I would not have dinner!"

(End of this chapter)