Chapter 198

Lu Ziming said this entirely because he learned from TV that modern life not only destroyed the old system, but also changed the life preferences of ethnic minorities. In his impression, herdsmen have rarely grazed and started eco-tourism and centralized breeding. Those ancient riding and shooting can only be seen in national performances.

"Who said, our herdsmen hold many grand gatherings every year. For example, in the summer Lake Festival, which starts soon, herdsmen from all over the world gather together to select the ten bravest warriors. Their martial arts are superb, and they are not comparable to your Han people...", Zhuoma suddenly stopped and said with dissatisfaction: "Are you Han people so cunning? Obviously there are many colorful fruits in your backpack. Why cheat me?"

"These colorful fruits are not the apples you said. Only red colorful fruits are the best to eat. For example, this black colorful fruit is very bitter. I don't believe you have a taste." Lu Ziming handed Zhuoma a black colorful fruit and asked him to have a taste.

Lu Ziming took the colorful fruits of other colors out of the closed space because he never understood why fruits of different colors and tastes can grow on a tree. He wanted to have the opportunity to ask someone or see if he could plant them outside the closed space.

"Bitter!" obviously Zhuoma didn't believe his words. Who would take the bad food with him? Fool.

Zhuoma took a hard bite, suddenly opened her mouth and spit out the pulp in her mouth. "It's really evil. You can't eat those colored fruits! But they look good." Zhuoma pointed to the colorful fruits of other colors in her backpack.

"People are a little big, but they want to eat. Each color of these colorful fruits represents a taste. They are sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. I'll choose one for you to taste." there are not too many colorful fruits in the backpack. He doesn't want to waste it.

"Have a spicy one. I haven't eaten chili for a long time." Zhuoma licked her lips and twitched her expression, as if she had smelled spicy.

Lu Ziming grabbed the black multicolored fruit from Zhuoma's hand, took a small bite, tasted the sweet taste from the bitterness, and said, "don't waste this multicolored fruit. The colorful fruit of each color is extremely precious".

"Eh!" Lu Ziming, who was looking for colorful fruits in his backpack, suddenly stunned and desperately checked his backpack, as if he were looking for something.

"What's the matter?" Zhuoma stuffed her head into her backpack and saw Lu Ziming rummaging in her backpack.

"Gone? How could it be gone? It's impossible. It was clearly put in it". If other things are gone, he may think he has accidentally forgotten it, but he remembers it very clearly. It's too important for him to forget.

"What's missing! Are you telling me that you're a liar?"

How did he meet a foodie, "take it!" he began to feel inexplicably flustered, not because things were missing, but things became more and more strange. First, after the virus broke out, he had the ability to swallow crystals, then fell into a closed space, and then the ancient scroll clearly put into his backpack disappeared.

There is no doubt about the importance of the ancient scroll. From the beginning, I despised the ancient scroll and slowly found the hidden sword technique in the ancient scroll. I mastered the use of energy in my body by practicing the sword technique. With the deepening of sword study, I realized that every action of the portrait on the ancient scroll contains unimaginable power, and those actions that look elegant and simple have been carefully tested Deduction, although I don't know who drew this scroll, it doesn't hinder my admiration and gratitude to him.

Because of the importance of the ancient scroll, I even "wash my hands in a golden basin" every time I watch it. For fear of damaging the ancient scroll, how can I not remember to put the ancient scroll there?

When he finally came out of the closed space, the ancient scroll was still in his backpack. There was no one else in the closed space, which ruled out the possibility of theft. The only doubt is whether someone had moved his backpack during his dizzy period.

As soon as I got up, I was put out. It's impossible. Why did someone take the ancient scroll? This is a completely strange place. If someone wants to get rich, he fully believes it, but he lacks the ancient scroll alone. Obviously, it doesn't make sense. Do you really remember wrong? The ancient scroll is still in a closed space.

Lu Ziming couldn't help shivering, and an extremely absurd idea emerged in his mind. Why did he enter the closed space is because the ancient scroll or himself. Obviously, the ancient scroll can make more sense. If so, the ancient scroll originally belongs to the closed space, or came there. When he escaped from the closed space, the ancient scroll was naturally left behind.

At the thought of this, he felt a little lost, not because of the loss of the ancient scroll. He watched the ancient scroll continuously for more than a year. The picture on it had already been reflected in his mind, and whether it was not important for the time being. On the contrary, it was the secret of the ancient scroll that gave him a lingering haze. Why did the Lu family regard the ancient scroll as a family heirloom, and why the secret on the ancient scroll had not been discovered, he did not recognize it For their ability to solve the mystery of the ancient scroll, is the ancient scroll really left by the ancestors of the Lu family?

Zhuoma bit colorful fruit in her mouth and pushed dazed Lu Ziming: "what's missing, or shall I help you find it?"

"No, I was suddenly homesick just now?" he hurriedly covered up.

Zhuoma sat on the grass, put her arms on her head, lay on her back, and looked at the white clouds floating over the blue field: "I'm homesick too! Hey! Are you Han people the same as here? It's said that the buildings there are as high as white clouds. Everyone has his own car and doesn't have to worry about eating and drinking without going to work. The women there are as white as milk, the skin is as smooth as water, and the waist is like wicker, isn't it?"

The boy is really a wonderful flower. At what age, he began to think about women, "how old are you and have your hair grown?"

Zhuoma bit off a piece of fruit, her eyes were full of longing, and muttered: "Eji found me a woman and took her home after this year. I heard that her waist is very thick and her chest is very large. Eji said that such a woman can give birth and take care of her family, cattle and sheep. Unlike the women in the south, it's useless. Tell me how you Han people find women. Do you want to be beautiful?"

Lu Ziming has a black line on his face. Isn't it cheap to talk about women with older children? He doesn't know. In fact, Zhuoma is right. The Mongolian herdsmen are 18 years old when they get married. Zhuoma is just 18 years old next year. In this cruel chaotic world, having more mouth to eat means less way out. Besides, no one knows what will happen tomorrow. Naturally, the time of marriage should be advanced 。