"Everything is up to Young Master Zhang!" Wang Banyue shouted from the side.
He didn't care where he went.
Hu Bayi spoke from the side.
"I've been here before and know the route, so we can just go directly when the time comes."
After Hu Bayi finished speaking, Wu Tianzhen and the others looked at him with some surprise.
"Brother Hu, I didn't expect you to have been here before!" Wu Tianzhen's tone was slightly amazed.
"Yes, I was in the army before, and our stationed place was here." Hu Bayi nodded calmly. Wu Tianzhen's interest was immediately piqued.
"Brother Hu, have you encountered anything strange, perhaps?" Wu Tianzhen's eyes held more curiosity. He was quite interested in the unknown.
As they walked, Hu Bayi began to speak.
"We were stationed in the mountains back then, and the local villagers often came to our barracks for help."
"I remember one incident vividly: a Tibetan man brought dozens of sheep into the mountains. Because the grasslands were scarce in winter, his sheep would starve if he didn't go into the mountains to find grass."
Hu Bayi spoke, his thoughts drifting back to those days.
"Because of this, he ventured into the mountains. Once he entered, according to him, a thick fog rolled in, the sheep were lost, and he almost got lost too."
"In the end, he survived only by praying to heaven."
Hu Bayi recounted the story, recalling the old man with tears streaming down his face.
That flock of sheep was his entire livelihood. Moreover, those sheep were what they relied on for survival. Without the sheep, the old man would likely not have survived either.
"Could that mist be some kind of formation?" Wu Tianzhen interjected.
"It's possible, but later, we did find the sheep, though they were deep inside and had turned into charcoal." Hu Bayi didn't deny it but answered lightly.
Everyone listened to the story, captivated. Zhang Tian, however, remained unmoved. He already knew this story.
He looked at Zhang Qilin beside him. Zhang Qilin was continuously surveying the surrounding scenery. He was born in western Tibet, but his tribe was very small. This was the main city, and with some changes after reforms, it was normal that it didn't stir any memories in him.
Soon, they arrived at an inn. Many people came to Tibet every year. Regardless of whether they were rich or poor, the majestic mountains of Tibet and their mysterious cultural allure always attracted a large number of tourists. As a result, inns were not uncommon.
At the inn, they were greeted by a young girl. Education was not yet widespread, and many children had a very low level of schooling. Without access to education, most children naturally helped their families.
"What kind of room do you need?" the girl asked softly, looking at Zhang Tian and the others. However, the attire of Zhang Tian and his companions caught her attention, especially Wu Tianzhen, Zhang Tian, and Zhang Qilin. Their handsome looks and imposing presence naturally drew people's gaze.
But the next moment, the girl's mouth began to fall open.
"We need a dormitory room, three of them." Zhang Tian spoke in fluent Tibetan. Although his pronunciation might not have been perfect, it was impressive for a foreigner to speak such Tibetan. The girl even showed some respect for Zhang Tian, as very few people bothered to learn Tibetan.
"Okay."
"This is for you, welcome to western Tibet." The girl said, taking out white hadas. Zhang Tian bowed as she draped one around his neck. The others received one too. This was considered a solemn ceremony.
Then, the girl led Zhang Tian and his group to their rooms. There were seven people in total, and each room could accommodate two to three people. Zhang Tian had booked three rooms, which was enough for them.
Inside the room, Zhang Tian looked out the window, a diary in his hand. At some point, Zhang Tian had developed a small habit of writing a diary. Perhaps it was to recall things when he had the time.
"Boss, it's not completely dark yet, let's go for a stroll," Fatty said beside Zhang Tian.
Zhang Tian looked out the window. It was indeed not completely dark, but there weren't many people outside.
"You guys go ahead and explore. I won't be going," Zhang Tian said, choosing not to go out.
Seeing that Zhang Tian genuinely didn't want to go, Fatty nodded and followed Hu Bayi and the others out.
The large group that had arrived so quickly now departed just as swiftly.
"Old Hu, do you think there's anything fun to do here?" Fatty asked.
"No, this area is mainly focused on animal husbandry, and there aren't many recreational facilities," Hu Bayi shook his head. Most of western Tibet at this time was primarily for raising horses, cattle, and sheep.
As the group wandered through the streets, horsemen passed by frequently. Shirley Yang looked at the surrounding horses and the somewhat noisy crowd, a sense of peace in her eyes. Although it seemed a bit backward, she could feel a sense of belonging among the people.
"Old Hu, what do you say we get a few horses to ride?" Fatty asked, his eyes full of anticipation as horses trotted past one after another.
"That's also a good idea. The roads in western Tibet are mostly dirt tracks, and it can be difficult to travel by car," Hu Bayi mused.
"Haha, Brother Kaixuan, your idea aligns perfectly with mine, Fatty. Let me show you what a majestic and heroic man of the grasslands is like!" Wang Banyue said with a smile, looking even more confident. After all, Wang Banyue had always lived in the grasslands and deserts. He knew a great deal.
"Tch, Fatty will show you what Fatty's might is like." Wang Kaixuan wasn't about to be outdone. After all, he had once been a brave warrior defending the country.
"By the way, Miss Yang, can you ride a horse?" Wang Banyue asked quietly.
"Brother Banyue, aren't you being a bit tactless? Isn't Old Hu here?" Wang Kaixuan whispered, his eyes mischievous.
"Oh, I forgot, my apologies," Wang Banyue said, tapping his head with a smile.
Soon, they arrived at a place selling horses. No matter the era, horses have always been expensive. Even in modern times, a horse can cost tens of thousands. In this era of limited transportation, the price of horses was naturally not low.
"What a huge horse farm," Fatty exclaimed, looking at the horse farm before him.
"This horse farm is indeed not small. I can't believe we'd see a horse farm in the main city," Wu Tianzhen said. It was difficult to find such a large plot of land in a main city.
"Never mind that, let's go in and take a look first. I want to find a Red Hare!" Fatty said excitedly, and he and another person rushed in first.
"Red Hare? You'd be lucky to find a donkey," Hu Bayi chided with a laugh.
As everyone entered the horse farm, Zhang Tian's sight suddenly fell upon a familiar figure. It was the figure of an old man and a young man!