Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

(I went out to attend a wedding from 5.24 to 5.26. Did you notice that they are all posted on time~)

Racing all the way, in order to avoid being found in various states and counties, Yuchi Baoqi drove all the way on the Mobei grassland, intending to reach the top of Peiping and then make a sharp turn towards Tianjin.

The wild ride on the grassland made Li Shimin and Yuchi Baoqi relax a lot, but Weng and his son-in-law did not continue to discuss Li Lizhi's telegram, and kept silent in a tacit understanding.

Li Shimin took a Polaroid that he got from Yuchi Baoqi and took pictures out of the car window. However, with a fixed shutter speed, everything captured while moving was blurred into a mess.

"Can you save some photo paper? Photosensitive paper is very expensive."

Li Shimin cursed silently, then turned to Yuchi Baoqi and raised his chin: "Expensive? Can't I afford it?"

Yuchi Baoqi took out a thick stack of sealed photo paper from his arms and threw it to Li Shimin: "Buy out one hundred thousand taels, and Baoli Trading Company will arrange photo paper for you until you die."

When Li Shimin heard about one hundred thousand taels, he laughed in his heart. Six years ago, he was a coward for one hundred thousand taels. What is one hundred thousand taels now?

"It's only one hundred thousand taels, so I'll buy one for your mother and buy it out too!"

"gold."

"Then I can just use one. You little bastard, your mother is so protective of you. You prayed to God every day after your accident, so you can't arrange one for your mother."

Yuchi Baoqi glanced at Li Shimin and said, "We are in business, don't try to change the subject, I will make arrangements for you when we get back. I want a lot of gold, so you can ask more."

Seeing that Li Shimin was about to speak, Yuchi Baoqi blocked the road directly: "The trading house won't sell it."

Li Shimin was immediately blocked. He turned around and wanted to speak again, but Yuchi Baoqi continued to block the road: "Don't even think about it at the grain store. We won't sell anything with the prefix Baoli, high or low, or high or low!"

Just when Li Shimin was about to say something, he saw large tents set up on the grassland. The tents were connected by hanging colorful flags. There were many grassland people surrounding the open space in the middle.

Both Yuchi Baoqi and Li Shimin became interested, and Yuchi Baoqi immediately drove in that direction.

As soon as such a big "iron guy" stopped, it immediately attracted a large number of herdsmen to come and check it out. The herdsmen who were a little scared at first were not so scared when they saw two people dressed in Central Plains clothes getting out of the car.

Not to mention that when Yuchi Baoqi went up, he asked in local language what was going on here.

"Brother, what are you doing here?"

"Bock, Bock, are you from this? This year's Bock is nothing to see. Batu has already said he won't come to participate this year."

Yuchi Baoqi heard a familiar name: "Mo Rigen Batu? Is this my eldest brother Mo Rigen? Does he have two younger brothers, one named Alatan and the other Aruhan."

The herdsman shook his finger: "Yes, yes, Batu's family is very famous on the grassland. His wife Amin makes good milk wine and delicious roasted whole lamb. We don't have the ability to marry Amin." Good woman."

After listening to what Yuchi Baoqi translated to him, Li Shimin nodded with certainty: "The sheep and milk wine made by Amin are the best. I sealed it myself! No. 1 in the Tang Dynasty!"

After chatting with the herdsmen for a while, they heard the sound of horns ringing through the clouds. Yuchi Baoqi pulled Li Shimin onto the roof of the off-road vehicle, where the view was much wider.

Music and singing began to come from the tents on both sides of the venue, and then men as strong as a hill trotted out from the tents towards the central venue.

As the "Bokqin" of the family unit appears on the stage, the family members of the "Bokqin" must sing the "Expedition Song" to cheer up their own "Bokqin", that is, the Boxer.

Li Shimin looked at so many strong men and couldn't help but sigh: "These men in Mobei are much stronger than us in the Central Plains. It can be said that it is easy to fight one against two on the battlefield."

Yuchi Baoqi was chewing melon seeds: "In what era are you still fighting here to fight one against two? Ask the cloth tearer if he can answer. Now is the era when one is against a thousand. There is nothing wrong with fighting to keep fit." Well."

As he spoke, sixty-four "Bokqin" were already standing on the edge of the venue to thank the herdsmen and spectators who had come to watch, which was considered a formal appearance.

Later, an old man walked to the middle of the field and read out the details of the competition and the grouping situation. He also said that wrestling is for physical fitness, not for showing off violence. All wrestling techniques should be used to protect the opponent as much as possible.

After Li Shimin listened to Yuchi Baoqi's explanation, the melon seed shells flew out of his mouth: "The thirty-two teams of fighters caught each other and fought against each other. It was wonderful."

Yuchi Baoqi shook his head: "Some of them are just fledgling boys, not that powerful. Look at what they are wearing and hanging around their necks."

Li Shimin came close to Yuchi Baoqi: "What's so special about it?"

Yuchi Baoqi pointed at the neck of one of the boxers: "Look at the five-colored belt on it. It's not something you can wear casually. Only a few people have this. It's called Jingga here. ”

"Only those who win the Naadam at a certain level are eligible to wear the Jingga. After that, a ribbon will be added to it every time they win or win the championship."

"The leather wrestling suits they wear are usually passed down from father to son, and from elder brother to younger brother. The more powerful a fighter is, the more silver rivets he has on his wrestling suit, and the bigger it will be."

"The lower body of the wrestling pants is embroidered by my mother or the woman I love deeply. They can be embroidered with various powerful animals, exquisite flowers, auspicious cloud patterns, and exotic animal patterns."

Suddenly, I don't know what happened. Everyone seemed to be looking in the direction of Yuchi Baoqi and Li Shimin, and Li Shimin was also looking in the direction of Yuchi Baoqi.

"Are they looking at you?"

Yuchi Baoqi was too lazy to care and ate melon seeds by himself: "Just take a look. People from the Central Plains rarely come here. We are outsiders and let others see what's going on?"

A herdsman trotted over and passed the message: "They said that the two guests came from here to feel our enthusiasm. We invite you to participate in a performance of Boke and feel the charm of grassland Boke."

Yuchi Baoqi didn't want to spoil the fun, since he had nothing to do anyway, so it would be nice to go down and play, so he simply pulled Li Shimin off the roof of the car and walked towards the center of the venue.

Li Shimin stood on the periphery of the field holding melon seeds, surrounded by herdsmen. Yuchi Baoqi stood in the center of the field, with a tall and thin figure in sharp contrast to the man who was as majestic as a hill opposite.

Yuchi Baoqi scratched his head: "Can you at least give me a Zhao Ge De?"

A wrestler walked into the venue and began to take off his wrestling clothes.

How should I put it, although this guy is the smallest among the Bocks, he is still half as wide as Yuchi Baoqi.

Yuchi Baoqi took the wrestling suit with both hands, loosened the belt around his body, and took off his short clothes. Putting on the wrestling suit, he looked a little "empty".