I build an oasis in the northwest

Chapter 59 Horse Racing Festival

He graciously picked up the Rhodiola rosea that was placed on the console, opened the box thoughtfully, handed it over, and said enthusiastically, "This is Rhodiola rosea, just drink one."

"Thank you." The beauty in the co-pilot replied in a soft voice.

Just as Chen Mu was about to say no thanks, the back seat of the car was rolled down, and a young man with a dull face poked his head out, took a stick of Rhodiola from the beauty in the front seat, and thanked Chen Mu while drinking.

Chen Mu: "..."

Most of the enthusiasm in Chen Mu's heart dissipated immediately, and he became close, and his desire to leave a contact information also faded a lot.

He reflected consciously in his heart.

"Women will only affect the speed of planting trees, you must withstand the temptation!"

His eyes fell on the tray from which three bottles of rhodiola had been taken out, and he felt a little distressed for a moment.

He doesn't feel bad for drinking for beautiful women, but for men...

Chen Mu just wanted to say: Man, get out, thank you!

To be on the safe side, the beautiful woman who was driving the car also drank a bottle of Rhodiola rosea. During the chat, time passed very quickly, but the sheep in front of her were moving slowly and could not get off the road.

The shepherds also walked slowly, not in a hurry.

Again, this is a pastoral area, no matter whether it is a car, a sheep or a person, everyone is eligible to be on the road.

The car stopped and stopped. The car didn't protest yet, but Chen Mu's back protested first.

Wuling Hongguang is good in every aspect, but the seats are not very comfortable and the pushing feeling on the back is quite strong, so sitting on it and starting and stopping is pure torture for the lower back.

After parking the car and turning off the engine, Chen Mu waited leisurely by the side of the road, preparing to wait for the cattle and sheep to go far away, and he followed.

In fact, there is another main reason--

He really didn't want to follow those three cows who were walking and pulling!

Chen Mu was convinced too. Was it because the pasture was not fresh or because he had eaten crotons? It was necessary to walk such a distance. Did he pull it five or six times?
With the windows open, he was still going against the wind. When the wind blew, cow dung mixed with sheep dung eggs...

Ok……

The taste is undeniable.

The person leaned back, put his hands under his neck, and turned his neck left and right to relieve the fatigue of driving.

Turning his head, he saw that the impatient beauty was about to press the horn again.

Chen Mu twitched the corner of his mouth and quickly stopped: "Sheep are timid. If you sound the horn again, they will stop again."

Sheep are super timid and cowardly.

There is an idiom: as timid as a mouse, but the courage of the sheep is actually more timid than the mouse, so timid that the mouse steals its forage in front of the sheep, and the sheep will not have any reaction.

Many pastures raise sheep in a very simple way. You only need to use branches to form a circle. Even if the height of the circle is very low, even if it can jump out with a light jump and escape to freedom, the sheep will just stay in the circle obediently. Li didn't dare to jump, because he was afraid that there would be no grass to eat in the future.

It's inscribed in its genetic nature.

So once they suddenly hear a harsh sound and are frightened, they will stay in place stupidly, and then start to circle in circles under the leadership of a certain sheep.

The process of turning around is uncertain in time and duration.

Mature and experienced Qingzhou people will wait quietly at this time.

Of course, cows are another kind.

Niu understands humanity!
There is an old saying in the slaughterhouse: pig grass buns, sheep are heroes, and cattle have tears in their eyes.

Cows are humane and stubborn. When encountering a cow blocking the way, honking the horn to drive it away is like playing the piano against the cow. It is useless at all, but if you talk to it in a negotiating tone: Hey, friend, make way! /Borrow it!If these words are similar, the cow will really obediently give way to you.

Hearing this, the beautiful woman driving the car suddenly realized: "So that's it. No wonder you guys didn't honk the horn."

Chen Mu smiled and said nothing, pulled out the key and got out of the car to breathe.

He looked into the distance, and his mood opened up a lot, and even most of the boredom in his heart dissipated.

It was when he saw those cars who chose to get off the road and make a detour on the grass because of the traffic jam that he felt restless.

A few minutes later, two men and a woman also stood beside him. The beautiful woman in the driver's seat extended her hand and introduced herself generously, "Hi, my name is Huang Qingwei."

Chen Mu shook it lightly, not thinking of taking advantage of the other party, and replied: "Chen Mu."

Huang Qingwei pointed at the remaining two people: "Her name is Lu Yiqiu, and his name is Huang Qinghui. We are going to drive to the Tashiko Grassland by ourselves."

Wow, they are all surnamed Huang!

Either siblings or siblings.

Because of these words, Xiao Jiujiu rose again in Chen Mu's heart.

There is no way, since I came home, I see either aunts or aunts every day, and I have to believe a word, beautiful women are a few resources after all, so Chen Mu is really happy to see two beautiful beauties suddenly.

"Zashiko Grassland? Are you going to the horse racing festival?"

"right……"

Qingzhou is a multi-ethnic province, inhabited by 56 of the 54 ethnic groups, and because there is no unified minority, each ethnic group here has its own unique characteristics and culture, and wears its own unique costumes on a daily basis , live their own holiday.

Like Xia Guo's New Year, Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, Qixi Festival...

Mongolian Nadam Festival, Mare Milk Festival, Lantern Festival, Aobao Festival, Maier Festival, Zulu Festival...

Tibetan New Year, Shoton Festival, Prayer Festival, Wangguo Festival, Horse Racing Festival...

Zhuang Nationality’s March Three Songs Festival, Bull Soul Festival, Ghost Festival...

Miao New Year, Dragon Boat Festival, Eating New Festival, Autumn Festival, Guest Spring Festival, Goat and Horse Festival, Incense Dance...

Uighur's Rouzi Festival, Eid al-Adha...

Every ethnic group has its own unique festivals, and the annual festivals of some ethnic groups are not the same as those of the Xia ethnic group. During the years when Chen Mu lived with Grandpa Chen when he was a child, during the period from October to March of the next year, he had a total of It will take six years.

The Horse Racing Festival is one of the traditional festivals of the Tibetan people. It is held in the Tashiko Grassland of Yusen Autonomous Region every year in late July and early August.

At this time of year, a large number of out-of-towners come to attend.

"Chen Mu, what about you? Are you going to the horse racing festival too?"

"No, I'm going over there to do something..."

They were all young people, and they quickly became acquainted. Of course, only Huang Qingwei chatted happily with him. Lu Yiqiu and Huang Qinghui were still a little uncomfortable because of the high reaction, so they only interjected a few words occasionally.

Soon, the cattle and sheep finally got off the road, and Chen Mu and the three people were about to separate and continue moving forward.

Before leaving, Huang Qingwei took the initiative to add Chen Mu's QQ.

Although Lu Yiqiu didn't add it, Chen Mu was not disappointed. He put away his phone with satisfaction and drove away.

The car drove very fast along the way, keeping the driving speed. Fortunately, we didn't encounter any more cattle or sheep on the road.

Chen Mu hurried, almost never leaving the rest stop, and finally arrived at Fu Yan's company before 01:30 p.m. at the agreed time.

(End of this chapter)