The old man paused as he spoke. He was wearing a Mongolian jacket and a flower feather on his head.
The coat was in tatters and full of old grease and dirt, and it was also stained with some wool. If you got closer, you could still smell some sheep odor.
As for the flower feathers on the top of the head, they were a thing from the previous dynasty. If you wear them now, you probably have nothing to wear. Wearing them can at least support your appearance.
The other party rubbed his hands, and the herdsman man on the side quickly took a piece of white cloth that was not very clean from the hand of the woman running from a distance.
After taking the white cloth, the man handed it to the old man with some confusion.
Seeing the old man's movement of extending his hand, Zhao Ming knew that this was a hada offering.
Hada is not necessarily a Tibetan custom, and the same is true in Inner Mongolia. It is an important thing used by the Mongolian people to welcome distinguished guests and other related matters.
It's just that this hada is obviously not very clean, and I don't know if it's really something I can't help it or if it's done on purpose.
"Sir Zhao, I'm sorry, this is all we have left."
As he spoke, the old man sighed helplessly, "As you can see, the situation in our tribe is not optimistic, although some words may offend you.
But after hosting a banquet for you tonight, and asking Chief Zhao to leave, we really can't afford the task of hosting Chief Zhao. "
As he spoke, the old man began to rub his hands with some anxiety. A lot of dirt was rubbed out from his calloused hands. As for the middle-aged man next to him, he was even more at a loss.
"Are you Han Chinese or..." Zhao Ming did not rush to answer, but looked at the other party and asked lightly.
"Sir, we are indeed Han people." The old man nodded, looking very honest.
Zhao Ming nodded without saying anything, waiting for the other party's follow-up.
"We are family members brought here when the previous dynasty was appointed to Taipu Temple. Some of us came from the capital, and some came from Hebei and Shanxi.
They all have glorious pasts from their ancestors, and some are descendants of soldiers from the previous dynasty who used troops here and left here one after another.
They are said to be Han Chinese, but in fact they are not all Han Chinese. They have all married locals many times, but some of us who are more nostalgic have stayed here.
There are still some Outer Mongolians in our village. We are not at peace here. Sir, if you report your work here, it may be..."
The old man stopped talking.
However, Zhao Ming became interested, and was not in a hurry to ask. Instead, he smiled and looked at the dilapidated houses around him and asked, "By the way, I haven't asked yet, old man, what is this place called?"
Hearing the other party asking about this, Old Man Sun breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and said, "Sir Zhao, this place doesn't have a name, but our locals call it Pingqiantun."
After hearing this, Zhao Ming nodded, and seeing that the other party still looked nervous, he smiled and reassured, "Don't worry, Old Sun, we won't stay here."
Hearing this, Old Sun felt happy, but the joy did not last long before Zhao Ming spoke next.
"I plan to let the brothers camp next to you. I see that you have experience in building houses with adobe bricks. You must teach us when the time comes!~"
As soon as Zhao Ming said these words, Old Man Sun knitted his brows and pouted, wanting to say something, but he still didn't dare to say it under Zhao Ming's smiling and silent eyes.
After chatting some more and getting to know the situation, Zhao Ming let Lao Sun do his own thing after learning that there were 14 households and 87 people in Pingqian Village.
And he took his brothers to rest directly outside the village.
Seeing Zhao Ming and his party leaving the village, Sun Yu breathed a sigh of relief and at the same time looked a little sad on his face that was stained by time.
"Old man, what does this, Commander Zhao, mean?"
"Yes! Mr. Sun, why doesn't this new commander go to Maoming'an Department? Why are he here with us?"
"That's right! It's hard to feed ourselves in our small place. With so many of them eating horse's chews, it's going to cost us our lives!"
As Zhao Ming and his party left, many herdsmen in the village who were hiding and watching came forward one after another, asking Sun Yu in the middle.
"You ask me, who am I going to ask?" Sun Yu looked around with some impatience on his face.
"Let's take a look at the situation first. This Chief Zhao is really pushing us to death. The worst we can do is fight them to the death. That's not how bullying works.
It’s okay for other people to bully us like this, who else can shit on us? "
Mr. Sun's words made everyone feel more at ease, but they were still a little frightened at the thought of facing Zhao Ming's group of more than 300 people.
"But we still have to look at the situation, as I said, things have to be done step by step.
Think about the previous field directors. How many of them lasted for a long time?
The reason why the commander-in-chief can do it for a long time is because the commander-in-chief rarely comes down to inspect, and every time he comes down, he brings someone with a gun.
What does this Chief Zhao have? Just a few hundred people and a few hundred knives, what can they do?
I think we should waste it first, which is really pushing us into a hurry. The worst we can do is work as herdsmen for the Maoming'an or Darhan tribes.
Moreover, if we are anxious, others are also anxious. This Chief Zhao will probably suffer disaster soon. "
As he spoke, Old Man Sun paused, thought for a while, and then said solemnly.
"In short, everyone should not get too close to this group of people recently, and don't say anything, especially about the nearby tribes.
None of us can afford to offend. "
"Mr. Sun, we know!"
"Yes, they are all hanging out here, and everyone doesn't want to get into trouble."
After everyone was talking about it, Mr. Sun finally looked better and relaxed a lot.
At the same time, Zhao Ming was also sitting cross-legged on the ground with a group of brothers outside Pingqiantun.
Not to mention, although the sun on this grassland stings a bit, the scenery and air are really good.
It is also very visual. You will definitely not suffer from depression after seeing this vast prairie. It makes you feel extremely vast, open and comfortable.
"Master Zhao, what are our plans now? Why don't you tell the brothers everything?"
Monkey looked at Zhao Ming expectantly, and everyone also looked over.
After traveling for so long, everyone really wants someone who can sleep peacefully.
But as soon as they arrived, they discovered that the situation seemed different from what they expected.
Zhao Ming looked at these brothers. When they came here, everyone was leaning on him.
If nothing else, there must be some psychological pressure.
Everyone is willing to follow him here, almost leaving everything to him.
After pondering for a moment, Zhao Ming pointed to the empty tunnel around him and said, "Did you see it?"
What did you see?
Monkey and the other brothers were a little confused. There was nothing but grass here. What kind of flowers could we see?
"It's obvious we don't have a house!"
Zhao Ming's words once again made everyone a little dumbfounded, of course we know this.
"So, the first thing we have to solve is to build a house."
"Uh... Mr. Zhao, do we really need to go to such trouble? And we really don't do anything? Just build a house?"
The monkey was completely stupid. He never dreamed that he came here to do hard work.
Zhao Ming glanced at him and snorted coldly, "What else do you want to do? I will give you brother number 100 now. You can take your brother to sleep in Maoming Anbu. Do you dare?"
