An old man and a young man drank and talked happily again.
Even though there are herdsmen dancing around, playing beautiful music on instruments such as morin fur, Mongolian pipa, Mongolian ukulele, and Yatoga.
The atmosphere between the two seemed to still be warm, but it was far less fervent than before.
After finishing the meal of wine and meat, everyone left one after another.
However, Zhao Ming asked for some dried livestock dung from Pingqiantun. It would be terrible to sleep outside without the smoke.
Even so, everyone still didn't sleep well on the first night they came here.
Too cold! Even if they slept together and brought some quilts, it was still a bit cold.
Early the next morning, Zhao Ming asked people to light a fire to cook meat, and directly slaughtered a sheep bought from Maoming'an Department yesterday.
We went to the river not far away to get water, and everyone felt warmer after eating mutton soup and mutton.
But while we were eating, some herdsmen came over from Pingqiantun not far away carrying a bucket of freshly heated mutton soup.
Seeing that Zhao Ming and the others were already eating here, he was stunned, but he hurriedly put down the mutton soup and left.
Seeing that there were many people, Zhao Ming was not shy and asked the brothers to drink more. After eating, you will have the strength to work, right?
However, Zhao Ming glanced at Pingqiantun and happened to see Old Man Sun across the way, looking at each other, nodding silently, and then they each went about their own business.
"It seems that Lao Sun has not completely given up struggling!"
"Why give up the struggle?"
Tao Yan's voice sounded nearby. Although she didn't sleep well last night, she looked much better since she didn't continue on the road.
"fine."
Zhao Ming shook his head and made a silent agreement with Old Man Sun that he didn't plan to tell anyone for the time being.
Things on the grassland may seem difficult to solve at first glance, but in fact they are extremely simple.
Because he has a flag, and with this flag, all he lacks is strength, but there is no rush.
Since these tribes want to waste time with him, he naturally has time to waste.
It is impossible that the news of his arrival at Maoming'an Department has not spread. Now let the bullets fly for a while and see if any shepherd chiefs or village owners from other tribes come to greet them in the past few days.
Not having that would be really bad.
Shaking his head, he has been really busy lately.
For several days, Zhao Ming kept asking everyone to set up a tent. Fortunately, there were more people and more strength. On the third day, a building comparable to a cowshed was erected.
It's really no different from a bullpen, there are no so-called compartments.
There is only a gap in the middle, which mainly separates the sleeping areas for people and livestock.
After all, the cattle, sheep, and horses stayed outside for the past few days, and the mosquitoes ate their fill. These livestock were losing weight every day, and they were really thin visibly to the naked eye.
At least he has a place to stay now. Otherwise, if this continues, the feces will not be enough to burn.
Thanks to the good cover of the camp, we finally didn’t have to be woken up by the cold wind this late at night.
Everyone slept very soundly that night.
Early the next morning, Zhao Ming was in a good mood and was preparing to take his brothers for a ride nearby.
As a result, I felt the ground shaking, and then a large group of herdsmen on horseback galloped from the southwest.
Zhao Ming took a look and saw that there were about five hundred people in total. Most of them were wearing knives, and some were carrying bows on their backs. They looked very tough.
Seeing this, Zhao Ming also got on his horse with his brothers.
When encountering this kind of cavalry, regardless of whether the opponent is friend or foe, it is always correct to mount first.
The leader was a middle-aged man about fifty years old, with a beard, and the clothes on his chest were opened to reveal the rich hair on his chest.
And there is a braid on the top of the head. It is not the kind of Manchu braid, but more like a braid that shows off one's personality.
When the other party saw Zhao Ming's large group of people, they slowed down their horses before they got close.
It wasn't until he was less than ten meters away from Zhao Ming and the others that he said in a deep voice, "Who are you? This is Pingqiantun. Why haven't I seen you before?"
The middle-aged man held the riding crop in his hand and asked in a deep voice. His attitude could not be said to be good or bad. He asked in a normal manner.
"Who are you? I am the new ranch director Zhao Ming, and this is my appointment document!"
Zhao Ming took out the envelope that he had kept in his arms because he felt that the group of people in front of him might have come from other ranches.
"Are you really Chief Zhao? I did hear that the superiors have sent a new field director, and it's you?"
The middle-aged man was a little suspicious, but his face was obviously serious.
"That's right! The documents must not be fake. You can see for yourself!"
Zhao Ming rode a little closer, but did not get too close. He just spread out the document and highlighted the seal.
The middle-aged man looked at it carefully. After a moment, he immediately turned over and dismounted. He quickly knelt on the ground and bowed respectfully to Zhao Ming.
This behavior really surprised Zhao Ming.
You need to know that military salutes are now used in the army, but the middle-aged man in front of him now uses the same etiquette from the previous dynasty.
"Oh! It doesn't have to be like this!"
Zhao Ming also dismounted and supported the opponent.
"I am the owner of the first ranch, Shangdu Ranch, Bayan! I have met Commander Zhao!"
The other party had a stubborn character, as if he had no choice but to disobey the matter once he decided on it, and he was very powerful. Zhao Ming was unable to help the other party for a while and had no choice but to give up.
However, after some small talk and confirming that the other party was indeed here to meet him, the commander, Zhao Ming finally felt a lot more at ease.
Damn it, it's already the fifth day, and this is the first person here.
It seems that among the five village owners, except for this Bayan, it is impossible for anyone else to come.
Zhao Ming felt a little depressed. The situation at Chahar Ranch was not simple.
Bayan has a bold personality, and Zhao Ming also wanted to ask him some questions, so he invited someone into the room to chat.
The room was very simple, so the two of them just chatted over the kumiss sent from Pingqiantun next door.
"Sir Zhao, it turns out you are confused about this. In fact, it's not strange. It's normal that they don't want to come to see you!"
Bayan took a sip of wine and said carelessly, not avoiding anything in his words.
This reaction made Zhao Ming secretly happy. Lao Sun's previous attitude made him feel that there must be great interests involved.
The benefits are great, so naturally some people who want to speak have to keep their mouths shut to avoid getting burned.
"Oh, Brother Bayan seems to know something. Can you help me clear up my doubts?" Zhao Ming said with a smile, and then took out a box of Hard Gate from his pocket.
The team is all a group of old smokers, so Zhao Ming naturally purchased a large number of Hadmen in advance before entering the grassland, otherwise he would die if he didn't have cigarettes.
"Do you want to smoke?"
"Oh, there's such a good thing!"
After taking the cigarette, Bayan obviously liked it. He held it in his mouth very skillfully and started to get angry.
The two of them lit cigarettes, and Bayan took a deep breath before saying nonchalantly,
"Sir Zhao, I am a straight-tempered person. There are some things I can say to you, but there are some things I cannot say."
"Okay, just say what you can!"
Zhao Ming didn't take it seriously either. What couldn't be said was that the interests involved must be huge, so big that even Bayan, the leader of the tribe, had to be afraid.
