In the end, Bayan successfully held the goddess's hand.

Looking at the two of them walking on the grassland, they looked like the artistic conception of "living freely and freely with the world, galloping and sharing the prosperity of the world."

Logically speaking, the couple should not be disturbed at this time, but Long Yuanni was still anxious to get the golden cake back, so she deliberately walked over and created an encounter: "Oh, what a coincidence, you are also taking a walk."

Seeing this, Tana's little face immediately showed redness, she spread Bayan's hand and ran away with a shy look on her face.

Bayan scratched his head, anxious and regretful, and said with a bitter face: "Sister, you can't come later."

Long Yuanni rolled her eyes pretty and said, "We have been waiting for you for almost half an hour to take care of you. We finally got to the point of getting started. Wait until you give birth to the baby before coming over."

Then, Long Yuanni patted his shoulder and said, "Oh, everyone is yours, can you run away?"

"That's right, brother Bayan, you have to have confidence in your horse training skills." Zhu Xie also came out to tease.

“…”

Bayan didn't know if he understood this dirty joke, but he knew what they were going to do.

At this moment, Bayan looked around and was sure no one paid attention to this place, and quickly whispered: "Come with me."

Just like an underground party joint, Bayan sneaked and led everyone to the nearby stables.

In the innermost horse house, Bayan first pulled out the horse, then confirmed it around, then carefully got in, opened the haystack on the ground, and began to dig the soil very quickly.

A dig out a pit with a backpack hidden inside.

"Take it!"

Bayan stuffed his backpack to Zhu Xie and frowned, "You don't know how worried I have been in the past few days, for fear that this matter would be discovered, and then arrested me."

"It's not necessary. This little golden cake is not enough to be stuck in the cracks in the walls of the underground palace. Now it's too late for the archaeological teams to clean up the golden house. How can this little gold be stuffed in their eyes?" Zhu Xie said indifferently.

Bayan moved his lips and looked at the backpack filled with golden cakes. His eyes showed a look of struggle. He hurriedly saluted to the sky solemnly, praying for the understanding of Changsheng Tian and Tian Khan.

Bayan was always very conflicted when he kept this pack of "stolen goods" for Zhu Xie and the others.

On the one hand, this is contrary to the law and discipline. On the other hand, this is contrary to the spirit of the Heavenly Khan.

The reason why he risked his conscience to help hide the stolen goods was not only that he agreed that these were the rewards Song Che and his friends deserved to excavate the tomb, but also that Zhu Xie's words touched him (was confused by being fooled).

"You think, if you throw these golden cakes back into the underground palace, the archaeological team will also take over your relics of Tian Khan. We will only take out such a small amount and give you half of them. Then we will exchange them for money to benefit the countryside. It can be considered the care of Tian Khan for you descendants."

Regarding nonsense, Bayan, the straightforward prairie boy, is not the enemy of this group of old fried dough sticks. He was fooled immediately and was dragged down by them.

Later, when he woke up, Bayan was shocked and scared. He had not had a good sleep for several nights, for fear that the police would come to come and invite him to drink Ma Milk Tea.

Now seeing that Zhu Xie wanted to grab a few golden cakes from it and give them to him, Bayan quickly waved his hand: "Don't be fine, otherwise I will fall deeper and deeper, so that my father will know that he will tie me to a wooden stake and expose it to the sun and whip it."

Song Che also knew that this had violated Bayan's principles greatly, and in fact he didn't agree with doing this, but who made him unconscious at that time, and he didn't expect that Zhu Xie and Long Yuanni still had the leisure to compete for gold with the country when he was unconscious.

"Don't make things difficult for Bayan anymore." Song Che smoothed out: "This way, Bayan, after I go back this time, I will discuss a plan with several pharmaceutical companies, which is to open a medicinal farm here and cooperate with you local residents to operate. The scale may not be very large, but at least it can make some contributions and support to your employment and economy. Don't think too much. In addition to thanking you for your help this time, we also want to promote this promising commercial cooperation, which is also very beneficial for carrying forward the inheritance of Mongolian medicine."

This trip to Hetao not only witnessed miracles such as the tomb of Genghis Khan, but also allowed Song Che to appreciate the unique value of Mongolian medicine.

Especially for the treatment of trauma such as bruises and injuries, Mongolian medicine does have foundations and advantages that other traditional Chinese medicine factions cannot match.

Special medicines for bruises and injuries have always been an enduring industry. Based on the dual considerations of human favors and interests, investing in building a plantation of Mongolian medicinal materials here should be a happy plan.

Although Bayan and other herdsmen live a "peach blossom land" life here, their lives are still inseparable from food, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.

This yurt residential area has a population of only more than 30 households. Because living conditions are increasingly unable to keep up with the development of the times, those with some money have basically moved to Ordos City or surrounding towns.

Staying here is either an elderly man in love with the land or a travel life with his back to the nearby Eight White House. Most people do not have other survival skills and can only shed sheep and shed horses like the older generation.

It is absolutely impossible for you to say that Bayan's family will not be able to make a fortune without the will of becoming rich.

People also want to buy a house, a car, and get married.

Sure enough, when Bayan heard this plan, his resistance disappeared and he pondered: "It sounds like a good look. If it can be started, I, Eji and the others will have something to do in Muxian in the future... But you still have to discuss this with my father and the others, and I can't make the decision."

When you say dad, dad will arrive.

As soon as he finished speaking, Bayan's father's loud shout came from afar:

"Bayan, come out and help us and drive everyone's flock back! The dust is coming!"

Upon hearing this, Bayan's face changed. Without saying a word, he rode straight on the horse next to him, and ran out with the reins.

Everyone was stunned for a moment. Long Yuanni poked her head out of the stable, looked at the clear sky, and muttered, "The weather is so good, how can there be any dust?"

"Local herders live in the grasslands and have been fighting against sand and dust for a long time. They naturally have unique experience in predicting sandstorms... And it is spring now, and it is the season of sand and dust. "Di Tianhou said in a deep voice.

Song Che also looked around and the remaining horses in the stable seemed a little restless at this moment.

When they walked out of the stables, the yurt residential area was already in chaos.

The male herders rode out one after another and drove out the flocks outside to return.

The female herdsmen took out hemp ropes in an orderly manner and tied them to stone piers or stone walls around the yurt, and strengthened the yurt.

Song Che and others naturally couldn't stand by and rushed to help.

While helping, Song Che asked Bayan’s mother: “Auntie, is this sandstorm very powerful?”

Bayan's fucking face looked very serious and anxious, and said, "It seems that yes, there was a warning in the weather forecast before, but it said that the wind was not strong... However, the person who was grazing in front just now said that a huge storm had formed in Mongolia, which was probably about ten levels and was coming soon. It should be around the evening."

The level 10 strong winds on the grassland are already quite serious!

This means that what is coming is not ordinary sandstorm, but sandstorm!

Later, everyone learned why the warning came here early.

It turns out that many local herders often sleep in places far away. For example, in this yurt residential area, many people are grazing hundreds of kilometers away.

You should know that with the increasing destiny and the expansion of cities, the living space on the prairie has become smaller and smaller. Many places with abundant water and grass are now deserted.

Therefore, in order for cattle, sheep and horses to eat the fat grass, the herders on the grassland had to expand their own grazing territory and sleep in the grassland, which was something that every herder was accustomed to.

Now, the herdsmen who were shepherding sheep in a very distant place have already sent an alarm in advance, informing that a sandstorm will be sweeping over!

"It's interesting to say that our country has put in such a huge amount of manpower and material resources to plant green plants in the desert for decades. News reports say that one-quarter of the newly added green spaces in the world are from China. Why does sandstorms come every spring?" Zhu Xie curled his lips.

Everyone didn't say this answer, Zhu Xie knew it.

If you want to blame, just blame the country next door for not being strong and dragging you down!

I'm afraid the northwest has been greened. As long as there is a large desert next to the border, the sandstorm will not be good!

In this way, everyone can't leave for the time being.

After the reinforcement measures were completed, Bayan's mother placed Song Che and the others in several yurts, and told them not to come out if there was no important matter from now until tomorrow morning.

Song Che also called Professor Ge to warn him immediately.

However, Professor Ge also received news that the excavation work has been temporarily suspended and everyone is strengthening the camp to resist the sandstorm that has hit.

"It's not good to go out." Professor Ge smiled bitterly: "Just preparing to do a big fight, a sandstorm suddenly came. I hope it won't have any impact on the underground palace."

"The impact on the underground palace is second, after all, it is buried underground. But I think you should pay more attention to the impact on people's hearts." Song Che half-jokingly said: "You just discovered Genghis Khan's tomb, and then a sandstorm came. If you don't make a good deal, the locals should think that it was their Tian Khan who was furious and punished him."

Professor Ge laughed, but after laughing, he really felt that he had to pay attention to the form of public opinion: "Okay, I will communicate with the leaders of the command center. The excavation work is protracted and the public opinion work cannot be neglected."

After hanging up the phone, Song Che saw Di Tianhou leisurely reading an ancient book. Suddenly he remembered something and asked Di Tianhou: "Senior Brother, do you believe in the theory of soul-storing?"

Di Tianhou was stunned and said in surprise: "Why have you suddenly started to study this again?"

Song Che told the story of the old shaman about the undead tribe of Wuxian Kingdom.?
Chapter completed!