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When we entered the venue, we found that it was a grandstand divided into several sections. The ticket did not indicate where to sit, so the audience just found an empty seat in the stands and sat down. Some people simply did not sit down in order to see the show closer, and instead lay on the railing at the front of the stands.

The venue that hosts this year's Nadam is really big.

It looked like a common playground in a school, a very primitive one that didn't even have an asphalt track. In the middle was a huge lawn, which was now filled with the same huge colorful balloons as those outside.

The outer side is divided into two circles. The inner circle close to the grass is sandy, with countless black, brown, yellow and white horses parked on it. These horses are not tall, but most of them are well-proportioned. The horse's hair is as smooth as silk, exuding a natural luster, covering their strong muscles, which makes them more noble.

He hadn't ridden a horse for a long time. Looking at these fine horses, who knew whether they were picked from among hundreds or thousands of miles away, he actually felt a little envious for a moment.

The outer circle is paved with stone slabs, and countless tourists walk on it. There is a one-meter-high guardrail between it and the inner circle, which not only prevents tourists from entering the inner circle at will, but also prevents the horses in the inner circle from running out.

Of course, Chen Xing believed that the horses in the inner circle were really frightened and could definitely jump over the guardrail of such a height.

A little further outside the outer circle are the stands, and Chen Xing and his friends were sitting under one of the stands.

Zhou Peng looked at the time and said, "The opening ceremony will begin soon."

"Well, after the opening ceremony there will be the competition. What time will the show we signed up for start?" Chen Xing asked.

After they went shopping yesterday, Zhou Peng searched for these things on the Internet and practiced Mongolian wrestling for several hours. He didn't know if he could win today, but it seemed that if he won, he would get a commemorative medal.

"I don't know. Anyway, there is one today. Let's see how it goes."

People in the audience were still chatting, but after a whistle, the fences holding the horses were opened and the horses began to move around. The scene made people understand what a galloping horse meant. Qin Xinlei was stunned and covered her open mouth with her hands.

Chen Xing was also very excited when he saw it.

He was not shocked by the huge herd of horses. He had witnessed the great migration of animals on the African grasslands, and had watched it up close. It was impossible for him to be as surprised as the tourists around him.

It's purely the excitement that car lovers feel when they see a good car.

Not all of these horses were ridden by people. Only some of the leading horses had riders on them. They were all tall, wearing blue Mongolian robes and holding whips, looking so majestic.

After the horses have finished running and shown in front of the tourists, the wrestlers follow.

When outsiders watch the three arts of Mongolia, most people may like archery and horse riding, but for locals, Boker is the most popular competition event.

The wrestlers' formation was also large in number, and all of them were strong men. Anyone less than two meters tall and weighing less than two hundred kilograms could not enter the formation. They were shirtless, with muscles as strong as a cow killed by a punch under the thick fat, and they walked forward with a strange pace.

"Why do they jump like this?" Qin Xinlei asked in a low voice.

"It's to show their strength and skills." Zhou Peng quickly replied.

Humph, the hours of studying from the video yesterday were not in vain. He is already prepared to defeat a few opponents in a while. He doesn't know what kind of person he will meet. It would be great if he could meet a thin guy. It would be effortless.

He glanced at Chen Xing and found that Chen Xing's eyes were not on the wrestlers at all. Instead, he was following the herd of horses.

Tsk, is horse riding so fun?

There are people raising horses in Chunmanshui Village. Zhou Peng learned a few tricks from others when he was watching the construction site there, but he can only ride for a walk, not proficient. Otherwise, he would have to show his wife how good he is today. When is a man most courageous?
Of course, when you are being watched by the person you like.

Afterwards, many programs were held on the grass in the middle, such as Mongolian dance by hundreds of people, performances by a motorcycle team, and even a wing suit flying show... Yes, in the largest annual grassland event in Inner Mongolia, there was actually a wing suit flying show.

Three people who were too far to be seen clearly flew from an unknown height. When they were above the venue, their figures could be seen. They pulled out three colored smoke trails of different colors, forming a bright track in the sky.

This is not the most shocking thing.

What caused the loudest cheers from the audience was that hundreds of riders on horses, wearing Mongolian robes and holding colorful flags in their hands, were walking towards the audience from the opposite side. Countless colorful flags were fluttering in the air, and the dust raised by the sand where the motorcycles passed made the scene quite solemn and murderous, just like Genghis Khan's army conquering Europe.

Then it seemed that they could move freely. The tourists who were originally lying on the railings began to walk towards the grassland. Seeing this, the people sitting in the stands also got off the stage and crossed the railings to watch the performance on the grassland in the middle.

The Mongolians who had been dancing with Hada before presented blue Hada to some tourists.

Qin Xinlei became a little anxious when she saw this, and pulled Zhou Peng and ran forward.

"Hurry up, we won't be able to get it in a while."

"Don't worry, if you can't get it, you can't get it!"

Zhou Peng was shocked. It didn’t matter that Qin Xinlei fell alone, the key was that there was a fragile baby in her belly!
At this moment, the Nadam Festival truly began.

The huge lawn was divided into small areas. Some places were still performing, dancing, singing, etc., and some places had already started wrestling. When Chen Xing and his friends came over, they could still see the two Bocks clearly through the crowd, but a few seconds later, that area was surrounded by three layers of people inside and three layers outside.

Tourists wandered around and then gathered together. The whole scene was like a multi-faceted concert with stages everywhere.

Qin Xinlei also wanted to go and watch the fun, but after hesitating for a moment, she decided to go and receive the Hada.

However, for the thousands of tourists, the estimated one hundred or so Hadas were really a drop in the bucket. Not to mention one for each person, it would be good if one out of ten tourists could get one.

Before they arrived, the dancers were left with nothing in their hands.

Qin Xinlei bit her lip, shook off Zhou Peng's hand, and said angrily: "I told you to hurry up, are there sesame candies on your feet?"

Matang is a Sichuan specialty snack. It is made by kneading malt continuously and is very sticky to the teeth. Saying this in the dialect means that Zhou Peng is blaming her for walking too slowly, which affected her receiving the Hada.

Zhou Peng looked at Chen Xing, and Chen Xing immediately turned his eyes away, almost whistling to indicate that this matter had nothing to do with him.

Who dares to mess with a Sichuan woman who is angry?

After a few seconds, Chen Xing suddenly said, "Then I'll go check out the surrounding area first. I'll ask you to take pictures later. Remember to check your phones."

Zhou Peng couldn't believe that Chen Xing just left like that, and pointed at him: "You..."

"You what? What do you want to say?"

Qin Xinlei's tone became increasingly hostile. (End of this chapter)