I looked at my ID.
The name and age on it were all fake.
Only the photo was real.
I didn’t know where the fat man got my photo.
The foreman suddenly spoke up and said: "By the way, let me emphasize a few points to everyone.
First, when everyone enters Outer Mongolia, please do not do illegal activities.
Brother, I just make a few dollars for extra money, so don't implicate me.
I will lose my job, because if you commit any crime, Outer Mongolia will definitely come directly to our group, and then I will be in trouble, you know?"
"I know."
Fatty responded casually.
I said that this foreman is not very smart.
If he is not doing anything illegal, why should we find his way?
We can just apply for a visa directly.
Unexpectedly, the foreman continued: "After entering Outer Mongolia, you must respect the local culture and beliefs, and be careful not to offend them.
They have many taboos.
When the time comes, you can ask the hotel for a tourist guide, which will have everything written in it. " "Yeah."
We nodded again.
"Also, a lot of things have happened here recently, which are quite strange.
Just be careful," the foreman said.
"What's weird?"
the fat man asked.
"In our mining area, there are several mines where workers have gone missing.
No one is found alive or dead.
Some say they were dragged away by wolves and eaten until no bones were left.
Some say they were mined.
These people were punished for offending the God of the Grassland and were taken away by God.
Look at the workers on the truck at the back.
They were recruited from China to fill the vacancies.
That is to say, there are probably so many people missing."
The foreman pointed to the back.
Trucks following.
We frowned slightly, this was really outrageous, and I asked, "Have you told these workers that their lives are in danger?"
"I told you, there are definitely dangers in mining, such as mining accidents, etc.
But if something happens accidentally, the company has insurance to compensate, and the wages are high.
It's really not difficult to recruit people.
They don't do it.
Of course someone will do it," the foreman said cheerfully.
Seeing him looking like he needs a beating, I really want to slap him.
We were driven to the mining area.
There were many tin houses and some buildings around the mining area, but the workers could only live in the tin houses.
Looking at the vast and boundless grassland, everything looks similar, and there are no sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, etc. to compare.
Where can I find Chengling in this vast grassland?
No wonder the tomb keeper would kill the mother camel to let the young camels lead the way.
I did encounter an inspection on the way, but as the foreman said, it was just a routine matter, just a formality.
After arriving at the mining area, the fat man gave the money to the foreman.
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The foreman was very happy because the cost per person was 10,000, and he made tens of thousands from this one vote.
He also helped us arrange several special dormitories for technicians in the mining area.
The ones in the building are not iron houses.
We don't know much about the grassland, but this foreman must know a lot.
According to the fat man's suggestion, he wants to recruit this foreman to be a guide.
But the foreman said he wanted to supervise the work, so he introduced us to an old local herdsman who could speak Chinese.
The old herdsman was dark and short.
He was holding a little boy about six or seven years old in his hand.
Both of them were wearing Mongolian clothes and smiled at us.
"Hello."
The fat man smiled and nodded towards the old man, and then instinctively reached out to touch the little boy's head, but the little boy quickly hid behind the old man like a frightened quail.
This move shocked us.
The old man said in non-standard Mandarin: "This child is afraid of strangers.
I'm sorry."
The sister-in-law took out a handful of candies and handed them to the little boy, but the little boy just looked at them quietly, neither speaking nor picking them up.
The old man took them and said thank you for him.
When I looked at this child, he seemed to be very introverted, as if he had a disease, the legendary autism, because the child could not speak or laugh.
He seemed not to trust anyone except the old man.
In order to avoid embarrassment, I asked: "Excuse me, old man, is there any fun place near here?"
"The grassland, horse riding and barbecue," the old man said with a smile.
"Okay, then let's ride a horse and have a barbecue over a bonfire."
I nodded.
Of course I will ask about something we want, but this is not the time because I am not familiar with the old man yet, and the taboo note I got said that Genghis Khan is the god in the hearts of all Mongolian people, especially the Mobei grassland of Outer Mongolia.
This area, because this is the hometown of Genghis Khan.
So I would not be stupid enough to directly ask about Genghis Khan’s grave.
That would definitely cause the old man to be unhappy and even cause unnecessary trouble.
I rented the minibus from the foreman, and then headed to the old man's tribe under the guidance of the old man.
The tribe the old man belongs to is called the Dunker tribe.
It is not clear whether these three words are exactly, but this is what the old man said.
The old man should have a high seniority in the tribe, and many people respect him.
He ordered people to fetch some good horses from the horse herd and let us ride on them.
He also ordered people to prepare for slaughtering the sheep and said that they would have a barbecue in the evening.
The old man was very enthusiastic, but we didn't let it go to waste.
The fat man had already given the old man some money before he came, and promised that the cost of the trip would be whatever it was, and not a penny less would be spared.
That's why the old man was like this. enthusiasm.
I also rode a horse, and it was so bumpy that my balls ached, but I really enjoyed the refreshing feeling and the very fresh air.
No wonder many people say they want to go to the grassland to relax.
It turns out that this is the reason.
The whole person's vision is broadened and the state of mind is naturally relaxed.
At the bonfire in the evening, many people danced around the bonfire, and many people were barbeque.
Of course, I couldn't eat it, so I only drank a little goat's milk wine.
During the dinner, grandpa kept staring at the child hiding behind the old man.
The child was very scared and always grabbed the old man's clothes, never leaving.
"This is your grandson."
Grandpa said very little along the way, but he didn't expect to speak.
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"Yes, I picked up the abandoned child and raised it."
The old man smiled slightly and said, "I took him to see a doctor.
The doctor said he has autism and it can't be cured."
My guess was indeed correct.
Unexpectedly, my grandfather said: "Is this child silent all this time?"
"Yes."
The old man nodded and said, "I haven't spoken at all.
It seems that there is something wrong with my throat.
I can't make a sound.
Even when I cry, I can't make a sound."
"Oh."
Grandpa nodded and said, "I am a Taoist priest and a Chinese medicine practitioner.
Maybe I can try and see if I can cure him."
"Really?"
The old man opened his eyes and was extremely excited.
"I can't guarantee that it will be fine, but I will try my best."
Grandpa nodded and said.
I was puzzled.
Didn't grandpa come to see Cheng Ling?
How could he cause such trouble for no reason?
Could he be sure to treat the little boy and then be kind to the old man before he could ask?
Just when I was confused, my brother echoed me and said, "Grandpa asked me to tell you that there is something wrong with this little boy
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