The first stop of the tour group is the Hiramuren Prairie.

The grassland is open at 8 o'clock in the morning. Everyone gets up early and eats, then packs their luggage and leaves on time at 6:30.

The bus prepared by the hotel was waiting at the door. Everyone took their luggage onto the bus, heading north from Hohhot Channel Street, crossing Wuchuan County, and walking in the Showa direction. After an hour and a half, they arrived at the Xila Muren Prairie.

After getting off the car, a cool breeze hit, making the dizzy tour group awake instantly.

The Hiramuren Prairie belongs to a high-altitude area with a large temperature difference between day and night. It is known as the name of wearing cotton jackets in the morning, gauze in the afternoon, and eating watermelons in the stove.

It is spring now, and people in North China and South China have begun to wear half-sleeved clothes, but in the early morning here, people are still wrapped in thick cotton coats.

Jin Wushuang got off the bus and tightened her heavy jacket. People from the tour group got off one after another. Seeing the beautiful scenery in front of them, they all exclaimed.

"This is not the most beautiful place." A rough voice came from behind. It was the reckless man who played against Bai Fengjiu.

His name is Batu Bayar, and everyone affectionately called him Batu, a real Mongolian. This time he followed the tour group, one to go home to visit relatives, and the other to be a tour guide.

Batu has a unique heroic personality of the Mongols. He speaks Mandarin very well without a local accent. He also knows it very well and starts talking endlessly since he got off the bus.

In Mongolian, Xilamuren means the Yellow River. It was commonly known as Zhaohe. It was named after the ancient Qing Dynasty Zhao Temple "Puhui Temple" on the banks of the Xilamuren River.

Puhui Temple was originally a summer palace for the sixth generation living Buddhas. The temple has two halls and caves, carved beams and painted buildings, which are full of a strong sense of the times and are very spectacular.

Puhui Temple is the first stop of the tour group. When you walk into the temple, everyone is shocked by the spectacular architecture.

The black walls, red columns, glazed tiles and gold-patterned patterns shine brightly in the sun.

Walking in, the four heavenly kings are divided into left and right, holding a pipa, holding a sword, wrapping up a green dragon, holding a treasure umbrella, or glaring at the wide open eyes, or smiling with kind expressions.

Walking past the hall gate, there was a stone tablet erected on the east side. The two words ancient wells were engraved on the stone tablet, vigorous and powerful, and the dinging sound of spring water was faintly heard inside.

Batu said: "This is not an ordinary ancient well, but it has its origin."

Xia Xiaomeng pointed to the back of the stone tablet and said, "There is an inscription here, which is about the origin of the ancient well?"

Batu said: "Don't care about the details, I'll explain it to you."

"This ancient well is a treasure land chosen by the sixth-generation living Buddha to observe the celestial phenomena at night and was selected in Puhui Temple. When it was dug three or six feet... what do you think?"

Batu bought a secret, saw his companions looking at him, and continued, "Three big golden frogs lie in the southeast, southwest, and north of the underground, commonly known as toads. The living Buddha ordered that they stop digging, recite the scriptures overnight, and three clear springs gushed out of the well."

Batu pointed to the underground, "This spring water is extremely clear, sweet and delicious, and never dry up. From then on, herdsmen who are dozens of miles away will come to bring water to drink during festivals and festivals to eliminate disasters and pray for blessings."

Batu brought a bucket of spring water from the ancient well, and everyone took a sip of it, and drank it and it was refreshing and sweet, and it felt like all the internal organs were clear.

After leaving the ancient well, Batu took everyone to visit the Main Hall and the library behind it. It was not until noon that the visit was completed.

Of course, local food is indispensable when you see the beautiful scenery. As the host, Batu strongly recommends the specialties of the Hiramuren Prairie to everyone.

Cheese, fried rice cakes, hand-pulled beef jerky and roasted knife wine, Xia Xiaomeng's tongue must be swallowed into her stomach.

After resting after the meal, Xia Xiaomeng came to Bai Fengjiu with a plate of yogurt.

"Mr. Bai, you taste it, it's delicious."

"Thank you." Bai Fengjiu took it and handed it to Jin Wushuang: "Do you taste it?"

Jin Wushuang reached out to get it, but Bai Fengjiu picked it up and sent it to her mouth.

Jin Wushuang was slightly stunned, opened her cherry mouth and swallowed the cheese.

"Is it tasty?"

"Um."

Jin Wushuang narrowed her eyes and showed a smile, which made Xia Xiaomeng, who was beside her, ate the dog food hard.

Xia Xiaomeng left with her cheeks puffed away, and Sister Liu handed over another plate of cheese.

"I won't eat it anymore!" Xia Xiaomeng said with a twisted face.

Sister Liu smiled knowingly: "If you don't eat it, I'll eat it all."

The plate in his hand was taken away by Xia Xiaomeng and he started eating it in big mouthfuls.

"Eat less and you will get fat easily."

Xia Xiaomeng said angrily: "I'm so fat!"

I wanted to please Bai Fengjiu, but I didn't expect that this guy actually gave birth to Buddhism and went to please his wife, treating her as air.

After a while off at noon, Batu led everyone to visit the real Mongolian grassland scenery in the afternoon.

Crossing the bridge over the river, everyone arrived at Alepinbao Mountain.

Standing at a high place, the breeze blows on the face, the sky is blue and the earth is wide. After the tempering of the cold winter, the buds of the grass are green and lush.

The horses strolled in the garden in the distance, and the sheep were leisurely and contented, which reminded people of the poem "The sky is vast and the wilderness is vast, and the wind blows the grass and sees cattle and sheep".

However, the grass has not grown taller yet, and you can see cattle and sheep without the wind blowing.

Leaving the hustle and bustle of the city, feeling the tranquility of the prairie, feeling relaxed and happy, one by one, as if the mind was washed clean at this moment.

When you come to the grassland, you have to ride a horse, just like when you go to Yanjing, you must climb the Great Wall.

There are many horse farms here, specially prepared for tourists. The horses are carefully selected, with gentle personalities and obediently bowing their heads to eat grass in the stables.

When the guests came, they all raised their heads and stared at a pair of watery urethra, as if they were going to choose me again! Choose me!

Everyone walked into the stables and under the guidance of the herdsmen, they chose their favorite horses.

Batu talked endlessly, explaining the history of Mongolian horses and the differences from horses in other places.

Jin Wushuang chose a red horse, which was not as tall as Jin Wushuang's shoulders, but had a thick body, solid and powerful limbs, a large head and wide forehead, and a deep chest. It was a standard Mongolian horse body.

Bai Fengjiu chose a white horse. The white horse was snow-white all over, with no miscellaneous hair on its body, with a flying mane and full of energy. She hit the ground and made a sonorous and powerful sound.

Everyone quickly chose the mount they like, but Xia Xiaomeng was still watching.

Batu walked over and said, "Sister Xiaomeng, isn't there any suitable one?"

Xia Xiaomeng shook her head. She used to ride tall war horses like Europe, and she looked down on such short Mongolian horses.

The herders recommended a few, but none of them were attracted by Xia Xiaomeng.

A neigh came from the stable next door. Xia Xiaomeng walked over and saw her eyes lit up.

This is a horse with red spots on white hair, like plum blossoms blooming in the snow, with a height of more than ten centimeters higher than the stable next door, with a lively look, and restless kicking.

"I want this one!"

The herder waved his hands quickly and said in a gusto.

He is an old herdsman. Although he can speak Mandarin a few words, he became anxious and blurted out his local language.

Xia Xiaomeng couldn't understand, and Batu explained: "The old man said that this horse's personality is like our stolen wine, very strong and most people can't surrender. The old man is afraid that you can't control it. If such a beautiful girl is injured, Changshengtian will blame him."
Chapter completed!