Chapter 197

After the wolves withdrew, the people in the tree slid down flexibly. I noticed that they didn't wear gloves, so they held the rough trunk with empty hands. I think the calluses on their hands must be very thick, otherwise they must have been ground to shed blood.

After landing, I noticed the looks of four or five people. I found that not only the calluses on their hands were thick, but also their faces were wrinkled to death. It looks like hunters around the age of 40 and 50. One of them is older and speaks some incomprehensible language to the four of us. Another took out a whistle made of birch bark, pursed his lips and blew it. After a while, he heard the sound of horse hoofs. Several horses ran from the depths of the forest. Look, this posture is their mount, tied with some shot prey or something.

"What did they say?" after putting away the knives, Sanmei asked while bandaging Ivan's wound. I looked back at Jinlihua and found that she couldn't understand each other's language.

Ivan frowned and listened for a long time, nodding as he listened, so that the three of us thought he understood. Unexpectedly, he said, "I don't understand. It seems that these people have always lived here. They may be a minority in Russia. They should be Daur people."

I thought, with your nonsense, these people are estimated to be similar to the Oroqen people in China, who have lived in this primitive forest for generations. So I said to Ivan, "can you ask them where the Siberian railway is?"

Ivan thought about it and shook her head. Unexpectedly, Sanmei said, "two fools, it's not easy, look at me." then she communicated with these people, but she didn't use the local language or Russian at all, but the similar sound words in the world. Saw three Mei hand gestures a thing forward posture, simulated two train sirens and the sound when moving forward, the other party's leader immediately said he understood, nodded repeatedly, three Mei looked at me proudly and said, "how about? It's still my sister."

The leader of the other party drew a long arrow from the arrow box, drew a small circle on the snow, pointed to us and himself, and indicated that this dot represented our current position. He also drew two vertical lines on the snow about one meter next to the dot, indicating that this is what we call the track. Finally, several shack like things were drawn between the tracks and dots, indicating that we could follow him. They wanted to go back to the camp and could take us for a while.

As soon as we heard it, we were happy to forget. We thought that the people in the deep mountains and forests still maintained their inner simplicity. He saved our lives and gave us directions. He invited us to their house. If people in the city certainly don't have this good mood and leisure time, even if they have that mood, they should also consider the "cost" of doing good deeds

I don't know when, some people have "evolved" to the extent that they can see a little girl being crushed to death, lying on the ground twitching and bleeding, let alone taking strangers as guests. We are in a highly developed city. Compared with the snow covered virgin forest in front of us, I really can't tell where it is really desolate and indifferent. In other words, the cold here is cold at the temperature, and the people in the city are cold among people; People here are natural conditions. People in the city are desolate in our hearts.

Ivan, the wounded, received special care and was helped to the horse. According to their custom, women should receive some extra care. Sanmei and Jinlihua also rode a horse respectively. The three guys sat on the horse and squeezed their eyes at me. I even tried to communicate with these ethnic minorities, but I found that it was in vain. It was a chicken talking with a duck. For one thing, they were silent and drove on with their heads depressed.

With the help of horses, it was faster to walk with these people, but they also walked for more than six hours until it was dark. There are more than a dozen simple buildings with spires in the whole camp, which are made of trees and mud. In order to facilitate thermal insulation, they are relatively low. In addition, some sheds were built to raise cattle and sheep, but there were no pigs. Pigs should not be able to carry such cold weather.

As soon as these people came back, the camp became lively. Many dogs waved their tails to meet the male owner and shouted at some strangers. All the women and children in the house came out and looked around us curiously. The children hid in the arms or behind the adults and blinked at us.

The leader who brought us let us to one of the rooms, and then heard the excitement outside. It seems that they still stay in the survival mode of the tribe. For them, the guests are the guests of the whole tribe, so they brought all kinds of delicious food they think. Some of them are good, and some are simple at first sight, which is a headache. For example, cattle blood is boiled into black blood clots, frozen and hard outdoors, cut into pieces and thrown into the soup, which tastes fishy and pricks the nose. Sanmei frowned a little and poured them into my bowl. I had eaten blood sausage and pig killing dishes in Northeast China before. When I was in Shanghai, I always ate duck blood vermicelli soup, so I could barely accept these ugly blood products.

Ivan was also bitter and didn't want to eat. I fooled him that he was injured twice today and shed a lot of blood. Isn't this just what to eat? Ivan took it skeptically, but the speed was about the same as drinking medicine.

After drinking the cow blood soup to warm the stomach, I came up with a large pot of cooked beef. When I came in just now, I noticed that these people raised long haired yaks. The meat quality and delicious of this kind of beef are world-famous. In addition, I was so hungry that I didn't care about face. I grabbed one by hand and ate it like a local. The seasoned beef was very delicious, and then I used some dipping materials given to me by the local people. It was even more delicious. It was so delicious that I ate two pieces at a time.

While I was fighting for beef, another bowl was brought up, but this time there was no beef, but two cow eyes smaller than tennis and larger than table tennis. They looked raw, because the cooked food was steaming when it was brought up.

The leader of the tribe gestured and asked us who was the leader. All four people saw that this eye bead might have something to do with local customs. They all realized that this leader was not easy to be, so the three people immediately pointed out their fingers to me and said in unison, "it's him". I was so angry that I immediately began to roll my eyes. I thought I didn't take me as the head at ordinary times. At this time, I pulled it out as a shield, but three of the four pointed at me and couldn't say anything, so I had to nod.

The older man of the other party took out one of the two eyes from the bowl, threw it into his mouth, chewed it, swallowed it, and gave a satisfied hum. After eating, he picked up the bowl and motioned me to take the rest. I was dizzy when I saw it. What kind of custom is this? In the end, the leader wants to eat eyeballs and raw food.

But looking at his eager eyes, high-end bowls, and people just saved our lives today, so we have to eat if we don't want to eat. I picked up the cold and greasy eyes in the eyes of my companions, half admiring and half disgusting. I pinched them soft, like jelly inside, but I don't have to think about it. It must not be as delicious as jelly.

When we were in the army, we ate a lot of disgusting things in the field survival class, such as twisting earthworms, scorpions with cut tails, and live snakes to turn around. I know that the most important thing to eat such disgusting things is to be ruthless, throw them into your mouth quickly, chew them to the extent that they can swallow, and send them into the esophagus. It's easy to say anything as long as you cheat your taste buds.

With my eyes closed, I silently recited a few words: "this is my mother's pickled cabbage stuffed dumpling with big filling and thin skin". Then I opened my mouth to the maximum and stuffed it in ruthlessly. With such a bite with my teeth, my eyes immediately broke in my mouth. It was fishy and sticky. The liquid sticking to it immediately came out, and some black and white flowed out along the corners of my mouth. I concentrated all my strength on my mouth, so I didn't spit out the things in my mouth. I held my breath before I vomited and swallowed the things that hadn't been completely chewed.

I dared to breathe. Unexpectedly, as soon as I breathed, a smell of fishy gas rushed straight to my head and almost choked me out. San Mei, they looked at me at the moment and clearly said, "you have seed. You can eat such disgusting things."

The adult man looked very happy when he saw that I had finished eating. It took me a long time to understand what he meant. He probably said that it is not easy to survive in such a bad place. The leader should be responsible for the fate of the whole family and be able to foresee the coming of bad weather in time, so as to keep the people and animals from freezing to death and live. Therefore, eating yak eyes means a good omen. Only the most distinguished leaders and guests can have such treatment.

After his competition, we were shocked by this "disgusting dignity". Ivan covered his chest and began to laugh wildly. Jinlihua joked with a smile: "well, it makes sense to make up what you eat."

Regardless of quarreling with these people, I quickly drank a few mouthfuls of beef soup to drive away the fishy smell in my mouth. It seems that everything should have a reference. The cow blood soup that looked a little disgusting just now is a piece of cake in my eyes, and there is not even enough to eat at the bottom of the soup.

After dinner, we were arranged to stay. The fire in the house didn't go out all night. The four of us finally had a good sleep. The next day, some of their men wanted to ride us to the railway. When we left, we felt all our pockets and wanted to leave something for them to show our gratitude.

But they only found out some things that were useless to them, such as wet and dry US dollar bills. They also gave them a kennel. No one would take them outside to change them into rubles and buy things. Jinlihua carries some small pieces commonly used by killers, but they are used to kill or unlock. Most of them are fed with huge poison. Finally, Sanmei gave one of her two MC1 sabres to the leader of the local people. They should use it when hunting. Moreover, this MC1 is a top military product. Sanmei's is a limited edition. It can sell for at least several thousand dollars on the black market. It's a good gift.

After saying goodbye to these people's camps, we rode our horses all the way south and ran for two days before we saw the famous Siberian Railway, which runs across the whole Siberia and connects Beijing and Moscow. Now, we expect the trains to take us to the civilized world, although the so-called "civilized world" It's not necessarily more civilized than here.

I waited for the fire for most of the afternoon. It was not until after dark that I saw the light of the train coming from a distance. The train is different from the bus or taxi. If you wave, it will ignore you, so we should jump from the last carriage like the railway guerrillas, find the staff on the car and explain to them.

So we were like a group of villagers waiting to steal devil's food. We were on both sides of the road in the dark, waiting for the first ten sections to pass. But while waiting, we found a strange thing. The last three of the 14 carriages of the whole train seemed to be added temporarily, because the front 11 saw continuous numbers, and the last three had no numbers.

Another strange thing is that the first car is a sleeper car, and the second two are ordinary cars. This is even more strange, because generally speaking, sleeper cars are in front of the car and gather together, rather than mix and dress together.

But none of this will stop us from jumping on the train. After all, we don't know when the next time we miss this trip. Holding the guardrail of the last carriage in the cold wind, he jumped on the bus and waved to the locals who sent us. Because the train was fast, their waving figure soon disappeared into the night.

Jin Lihua took out her tools to deal with the door lock. The four of us surrounded an airtight wall with our bodies and lit her with a lighter. I thought an ordinary lock on the train should be opened soon. You know, Jin Lihua has been trained to open an ordinary safe. But unexpectedly, she was busy with a few iron bars for a while and gave a sound of "huh?".

"What's the matter?" we all asked.

"This lock has been changed, not an ordinary lock," she said. After trying the door with her hand, she said, "the door has also been reinforced."

"Can you open it?" three Mei asked.