Just as his lips were about to crack, the traveler suddenly found that the herdsman Alatan Ullah's yurt was unlocked.
There was not a drop of water in the kettle, and if it weren't for the unbearable thirst, the traveler would not have rudely broken into the house of the herdsman Alatan Ullah. As soon as the traveler opened the door, he found a pot of steaming milk tea on the stove, he hesitated, but soon he picked up the teapot and drank it all in one breath like an old horse who had just run a thousand miles to the Gobi.
The traveler put down the twenty dollars on the table, and felt that it was inappropriate, but still felt that he should wait for the master to return.
This is a day.
Alatan Ullah took his flock and ran away to the distant pastures of Uzhigen, and did not return home until it was completely dark.
The traveler heard the movement outside the house, and quickly got up and walked out. The traveler said apologetically: "Uncle, I'm really sorry, I saw that your house was not locked, and I took the liberty of breaking in, please forgive me." ”
Ignoring the traveler's explanations, Alatan Ullah took it upon himself to herd the sheep into the sheepfold.
The traveler thought that the owner was angry, and could only stand cramped there like an autumn horsegrass.
After settling the flock, the owner finally spoke: "What is a lock?" ”
Only then did the traveler realize that there was no lock on the owner's door at all.
The words of the host made the traveler completely shocked. It's unbelievable that humanity has come to the 21st century and there are still people who don't know what a lock is. The traveler tries to explain to his master what a lock is, but he immediately gets bogged down, and he finds it as difficult to explain what a lock is to someone who has never seen a horse as it is to explain what a leosage is to someone who has never seen a horse. He could only reluctantly explain that the lock was a tool, and that if it was attached to the door, no one could enter, and that it could only be opened with a key. A lock has only one key, and a key can only open one lock.
The master immediately shook his head: "Then how can it be done?" That's definitely not going to happen. ”
The traveler said, "Why can't that work?" In that case, no one else will be able to get in. ”
So how can it work? The herdsmen who passed by were thirsty and had no water to drink. In case of a snowy day, go to ** to find mare's milk wine to warm up? Tired of resting? The host asked the traveler puzzled.
It turned out that the door of the master's room was wide open to make it easier for thirsty people like travelers to come in and "steal" water to drink.
The traveler was speechless and even more self-conscious.
We set out from the east in the morning to graze, and in the evening we came back from the west, and it was a long walk in between, and it was impossible not to be hungry, thirsty, or tired, nor to be beaten with iron. Alatan Urabi said.
Why not come back from the same direction? The traveler asked, puzzled.
Genghis Khan said that we cannot trample the same pasture twice in the same day. The vast grasslands given to us by the Immortal Heaven are blessed to us, not to be used for bad practices. ”
The master started a fire and asked the traveler, "Young man, will you stay here for one night?" ”
Good. Thank you! The traveler said excitedly, adding, "Excuse me." ”
At dinner, the traveler was still not reconciled - how could the old man of Alatan Ula not see the lock? It was unbelievable, and he asked, "Aren't all your herders locked up?" Aren't you afraid of being stolen? ”
Why steal it? Every Mongolian in the Hadanbatar steppe has hands and feet. The host asked puzzled.
But aren't you afraid that people will come in and eat up your things? ”
I'm going to eat up other people's food, too. I went to the Wurigen grassland today, and I had a full meal there. The host laughed. It seems that he is happy with today's meal.
Lying on the warm bed of the old man in Alatanula, the traveler lost sleep. The traveler never expected that the herdsmen of the steppe would not know what the locks were, and in the words of the old man of Alatan Ullah, the door was only used to protect against the wind and cold, not to protect against thieves, which was simply incredible.
The next morning, bidding farewell to the old man of Alatan Ullah, the traveler reluctantly walked through several herdsmen's houses, and it turned out that every house was open as the old man said!
The traveler was completely blown away by the scene before him. Soon, the travelogue "Miracle on the Steppe of Hadanbatar" written by the traveler was published in the country's most widely circulated monthly travel magazine, The Tourist. All of a sudden, more travelers flocked to the Hadanbatel steppe like bees.
It's been a year since the travelers came to the Hadanbatyr steppe again. This time he saw an even more shocking scene - every house was locked!
He couldn't wait to find the Alatan Ullah house to find out what had happened in the year.
The old man's house in Alatan Ullah was also locked—a green plum padlock was particularly dazzling in the sun.
At first, it was lost to the teapot of the Ketu family. Soon, the carved saddle that had been handed down for three generations by the Has-Erdun family was also lost. At noon, the old man of Alatanula, who had returned from horseback on horseback, said helplessly, "I have lost my leather boots and my stirrups." ”
Homes are locked. No, I had to ride a horse all the way home for dinner. The old man said unhappily.
It was Tuesday nap time on the Hadanbatel steppe, and the traveler was not sleepy, but his mouth was parching more than ever. He had the urge to hit someone, but in the end he didn't do anything. He just stood there alone, like an eternal penitent.