Reborn 92's Business Tycoon

Chapter 496: Chapter 496: The show is about to begin

Some people say that travelling is just moving from a place you're tired of to one that others are tired of.

For some people, this is true.

These people lead a relaxed life, can go anywhere at any time, and can go on a spontaneous trip without even packing a bag.

So for these people, not only is travelling boring, they lead such easy lives that they find even living boring, so they get bored of everything.

But for these parents and their children, every moment of this trip is full of surprises for them.

They set off from the capital at dawn, watching the big city, which they had only briefly explored the day before, as it slept. Everyone was talking excitedly, and looking at some of the buildings outside, several people would say in unison, 'We were here yesterday.'

Once they are out of the capital, they also have a sense of nostalgia. Although they marveled at the scenery on the train ride, they can't help but say, 'It's so flat here!'

Yes, it is really flat! In the county, no matter where you look, you will see that the surrounding area is full of mountains, and you are surrounded by mountains in the centre.

In this area, although there are also some mountains, they are nothing compared to the mountains in my hometown, which are in patches and circles.

They can't stop talking about their old trade. Looking at the distant farmland, they all light up, and then they will sigh, 'It's really easy to farm in this area!'

Compared to the mountains in their hometown, it is indeed easier to farm in these areas. Even without machinery, it is much easier.

Back home, in the fields on the mountains, before sowing, you had to carry the plough to turn the soil, then carry the seeds and fertiliser to sow them. Not to mention the meticulous care afterwards. And when it came to harvest time, you had to work hard again, carrying the harvest down the mountain in loads. It was never easy.

There were three cars in the convoy: Feng Yiping's off-road vehicle leading the way, followed by a 12-metre-long, 55-seat luxury coach, and bringing up the rear was a commercial vehicle with the logistics staff, including the photographer, inside.

My parents and grandfather are on the more comfortable bus. Feng Yiping is also discussing this topic with Huang Jingping at the moment. 'Grandpa, my parents and they are here for the first time, and what they envy most is the flatness here. Do you know, there was a saying for a while that the country planned to relocate people from several counties in our city to XJ. At that time, when I heard that it was flat there, many people were actually quite happy,'

'Didn't you say there was a water shortage there?'

Feng Yiping was very pleased to hear her ask this question. Being with someone as knowledgeable as himself, Huang Jingping had finally learned a lot.

'Forget about the water shortage for now. You also helped with the work in your hometown, so you should understand the appeal of flat land to my parents,'

'I know, you must have agreed back then. The girls there can sing and dance, with deep eyes and long eyelashes. You must have liked it!'

'Alas, I like you just the way you are, with your unlined eyes and short eyelashes,'

'Yes, I also believe that you will build your hometown into a beautiful city with beautiful mountains and rivers!'

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After passing Zhangbei, which is located at the southern edge of the Mongolian Plateau, the truly pure grassland scenery slowly spreads out before everyone.

It is June, which is a great time to visit the grasslands.

Under the blue sky, the green grassland stretches along the rolling hills into the distance. Your first thought is not whether it is beautiful, but that it is spectacular!

It is not just green, but full of rich colours, from light green to dark green. The patches of land shaded by the clouds are a pale blue, and the most eye-catching thing is the patches of bright yellow and white wild flowers in the middle.

'If only I could draw,' said Huang Jingping, who was also visiting the grasslands for the first time, as she leaned against the car window and let out a sudden sigh.

Feng Yiping pointed at the camera in a very unhelpful manner, saying, 'It's good to have this,'

Travelling on your own is really carefree. You can stop whenever you want to see a beautiful place. The parents were overwhelmed by the spectacular sight, and they didn't know what adjectives to use to describe it. They felt a bit mechanical as their children took photos of them.

In fact, if you really walk into the grassland, you will find that the grass is actually not very deep, the deepest is just at the ankle. Feng Yiping said with a smile to Huang Jingping, 'The description in the Chelechuan that the wind blows the grass low and there are now cows and sheep is probably referring to the reed marshes by the lakeside in the grassland, otherwise where would there be such deep grass?'

Huang Jingping laughed and gave him a little tap, 'You're just talking nonsense,'

but even so, this kind of grassland is also extremely beautiful, and Feng Yiping had the urge to imitate those cows and sheep and lie on it and roll around happily.

'Quick, Mum and Dad want to take our photo,' Huang Jingping pulled Feng Yiping, who had already bent down, by the hand. At this time, the busiest people were photography enthusiasts Mr and Mrs Feng Zhanchang, who finally didn't just have to take photos of the scenery, there were too many people to photograph.

They stopped along the way, and the whole trip was seriously over time, so they didn't go sightseeing in the cities they passed through, and went straight to the end station, the Mongolian Khan City.

This is a scenic spot covering an area of 2,000 to 3,000 acres, with nearly 100 yurts of various sizes scattered among them. The nearby Huhunuoer Lake is as clear as a mirror. Seeing the horses drinking water nearby, the parents, who have always had a soft spot for large livestock, couldn't wait to admire these yurts with strong ethnic characteristics. They dropped their luggage and hurried over there.

Feng Yiping, however, was not at ease. He and a few others from the logistics team had to unload baskets of fresh vegetables from the car. In the grasslands, there is a lot of meat but not much vegetables. And including his grandfather and parents, many of the parents who came today are old and have average digestion. They plan to stay here for two days, so they need this.

In addition, there are also boxes of mineral water, which is also necessary. The water provided by the scenic spot is not like the water in the city, which has passed through a series of filters and treatments.

After all this, he couldn't rest. He took his morin khuur and walked to the edge of the lake, where a row of horse-drawn carriages were waiting. He grabbed his instrument and practiced a few more times. He had been preparing for this for a long time, and he wanted to show off his skills tonight.

Dinner was a lot of fun – if you ignore the etiquette that no one was used to. These country folk were generally not used to having someone perform while they were eating, especially if you were biting on a big bone with your hands.

However, everyone was in high spirits about the food, which was completely different from what they were used to back home, and mainly consisted of meat.

A few years ago, people still measured whether they were leading a happy life by whether they could eat meat. Although life has been better in recent years, a banquet table with only lamb or beef is still very high-class. In particular, there is a whole roasted lamb on each table. Where have they seen such a generous way of eating before?

Influenced by the atmosphere, everyone was enjoying themselves, except for the oldest one, Grandpa Feng, who had bad teeth, and Feng Zhanchang, who always paid attention to his eating manners. This time, they didn't care about it and enjoyed eating the lamb chops.

While they were eating, a huge bonfire had already been lit outside, and many tourists who had finished eating had automatically gathered around it. As the sky grew dark, the bonfire burned brightly. A female singer dressed in a gorgeous Mongolian robe kicked off the bonfire party with a high-pitched and distant Mongolian long song.

The villagers who had come along looked at some of the tourists with a little curiosity and envy, happily dancing with their Mongolian compatriots, while Feng Yiping stared at the performance position where the microphone was placed. That was where he was going to perform tonight.