Volume 88 Chapter 88 Interesting Stories in the Grassland...May All Candidates Pass the Line

Okay, you wait for Huang Jiajia, Qin Guan smiled at Huang's mother and went out.

Indignation is indignation, these are the little funs in life, Qin Guan is now under the coercion of Sister Xue, and is carrying out a big event.

He was sitting in sister Xue's car, following the magazine's work car, and rushed to the Bashang Grassland.

Bashang Grassland is located in Fengning Manchu Autonomous County, just north of the capital. It is the closest natural grassland to the capital, also known as "the first grassland in northern Beijing".

The grassland here is rich in water and grass, rich and beautiful, with distinct winter and summer, and different mornings and evenings. It is a paradise for photographers.

In summer, the grass grows and warblers fly, and flowers bloom everywhere; in autumn, the vegetation shakes down; in winter, it is covered with snow.

After a few frosts in autumn, the red pines, spruces, and birches all over the mountains and plains in the Bashang grassland began to rejuvenate and began the most splendid journey of their lives.

The "Model" magazine chose Liushugou on the dam as the destination for this shoot.

By the time the working group arrived at the destination, it was already evening, and the farmhouse hotel we contacted had already packed up the accommodation early.

Two simple peasant couples cleaned every room cleanly. This small farmyard was filled with residents in an instant.

Qin Guan found his room according to the number plate on the photo above.

Open the door, the small guest room in the farmyard is clean and simple, with a flat earth kang, a small beige table, quietly placed on the side of the kang, full of unique rustic charm.

Qin Guan put the luggage on the small table, looked at the small bathroom in the small room, there was a sink that could only be used for one person to wash his face, and a simple squatting hut along with it, this is the whole picture of this small room.

Qin Guan arranged the luggage on the small shelf, changed into a comfortable pullover, and walked out of the room. The problem of accommodation has been solved, and the rest is the problem of food.

The couple who run the farmyard waited for everyone to sit around the big table, and plates of hot and freshly baked farm dishes were served.

The board and lodging here is very cheap. The accommodation fee of 50 per day also includes all-day meals. Except for the special extra dishes that guests need to order separately, they do not charge separately.

Qin Guan was so hungry that he started to move his index finger. When the person in charge told everyone to start, he immediately picked up a large porcelain bowl filled with white rice and started to eat.

Well, the pork ribs are mixed with potatoes, rotten and smooth, and the home-made stupid eggs are served with green onions, which have a unique fragrance. The most perfect dish is the beef stir-fried vegetables. Sure enough, it is grassland cattle, the meat is firm and elastic, and people who eat it can't stop with chopsticks.

Qin Guan is trying his best to pull it into his mouth here, while Ouyang Fen can no longer look directly at him. He is in a bad state today. As a person who takes good care of himself, he really shouldn't listen to his cousin and let him have a relationship with these people. The rough people came to the grassland together.

Sitting in the big broken van of the working group, his ass was about to explode, and his stomach was bumped up and down. How could he be in the mood to eat?

When the dishes were on the table, Ouyang Fen didn't have time to complain, okay, Qin Guan, his sworn enemy, started eating like no one else was there.

Tsk tsk tsk... Look at that sad eating appearance, your face is almost buried in it, hey! There is still a grain of rice sticking to the side of the mouth, is this simple meal so delicious?

Ouyang Fen was puzzled by the collision of chopsticks on a table and plates on plates.

Why is it that the model assistants on the entire table are flying all over the table, desperately putting food into their own bowls?

Can you not desperately pick up vegetables! ah? If you don't hurry up, this table can be eaten by Qin Guan. The atmosphere at the dinner table was driven by him.

Is it so delicious? Ouyang Fen tentatively picked up the chopsticks, and stretched them towards the most pleasing shallot stall egg on the table, swish! A pair of chopsticks stretched out, and the last piece of egg was picked up.

Ouyang Fen stared blankly at the egg in front of him being taken away by the chopsticks! Sure enough, it was Qin Guan who snatched it away.

Now it is no longer a question of whether it is good or not, it is a matter of dignity! Ouyang Fen raised his spirits, and followed everyone to grab it.

His own cousin looked at his cousin who was eating more and more delicious food with a smile on his face, and at the same time, he still did not forget to boast to Sister Xue, "Look at the young people, they eat better when they are together."

Everyone listened to this sentence and silently shed noodle tears together, can it not be fragrant? If it is not fragrant, there will be no food to eat at night.

Sister Xue really couldn't stand it anymore, she gave Qin Guan a kick under the table, and reminded: "Eat slowly, no one will fight with you, there will be a big event later, today the photography team ordered a roast Quan Yang, save some stomach."

When Qin Guan heard this, he stopped his chopsticks and resumed his speed. He returned to Sister Xue with the vegetable Ulu Ulu in his mouth: "It's okay, the fifth (my) elder (body) is still hungry. .”

Just as he was talking, a few grains of rice sprayed out and landed in Ouyang Fen's bowl. Poor Ou Xiaodi was competing with the ribs in the big basin, so he didn't pay attention.

Sister Xue and Qin Guan... stared at each other silently for a second, hey, forget it, pretend you didn't see it, and continue eating.

When the dishes on the table are all bare, the people at this table have already eaten a bucket of rice. The proprietress of the farmyard is very happy. It is true that her cooking skills are not boastful. I, Wang Cuihua, am the top leader inside and out, and my cooking skills are top-notch?

The owner of the farmyard was also very happy in his heart, and he didn't stop moving his hands, rocking the rolling rack and roasting the lamb on the firewood.

This little lamb gnawed the tender grass of the prairie and drank the river water in the morning. The meat was the most delicious.

The mutton has been roasted to eighth maturity, dripping with oil, emitting a burst of aroma.

The small wind in early autumn blew, bringing the breath of green grass, this is the taste of autumn, the stars in the sky sprinkled on everyone, this is the light of autumn.

Before everyone pretended to be a literary youth, the smell of roasted lamb came over, and the style of painting was completely wrong within a second.

"Ahhh, I ate too much at night, I forgot there was mutton."

"Hey, I'm fine, I still have a stomach, hahaha."

The most proud one is the combination of the Ou family. One is Ou Qiang who pays attention to maintaining a good figure all the time. He eats cat food at night. (Looking at your small waist, it's no wonder that Sister Xue doesn't like it), and the other one is Ouyang Fen who is not full because he can't grab others.

Wait until the boss and the proprietress work together to bring up the lamb that has just been tested.

A golden, crispy, and fragrant lamb was placed in front of everyone like this.

The pink-white lamb meat, charred on the outside and tender on the inside, can be torn apart, and within a few minutes, it was disassembled neatly and placed on everyone's plate.

There was a scorching smell in the air, and it was so fragrant that I couldn't stop my mouth, and I had time to catch my breath after eating.

It's late at night, and the little mosquitoes on the grassland are flying out secretly. Today, there are a group of big meals in the yard, and they can eat a round belly....

In the early morning of the next day, before Qin Guan woke up from his sleep, he heard a scream piercing the sky: "Ah! There are mosquitoes! ~ I have a big bump on my face!"

Even if the anti-mosquito measures have been taken, this will not stop the autumn mosquitoes who see every stitch.

The mosquito army on the prairie is different from the weak city faction. They have to contend with strong winds and fight with cattle and sheep before they can have a full meal.

To grassland mosquitoes, Qin audience is like a young girl, delicate and easy to push down. Mosquito coils and toilet water can hardly stop their footsteps, nor can mosquito nets and anti-mosquito stickers stop their confidence.

No matter how strict everyone is, someone will still be tricked.

Qin Guan got up from the kang, rolled the quilt aside, pulled on his shoes, went into the bathroom, cleaned himself up first, and then went out to see this hapless mosquito bitten.

By the way, why is my butt so itchy? Qin Guan held his toothbrush in his mouth and subconsciously slapped his ass, XXXX!

Two large bags, one on the left and one on the right, are neatly distributed on Qin Guan's two buttocks. (Buttocks, so elegant, the author originally wanted to write buttocks)

Qin Guan was also tricked. Fortunately, the location is relatively hidden. I don't know where the bag of that fellow sufferer was bitten? What is the situation?

After Qin Guan packed up, he put on the riding clothes for filming and walked out of the room.

As soon as I went out, I saw models wearing similar outfits.

Uniform riding boots, slender and straight, up to the knee.

The tight elastic breeches tightly wrap the buttocks and thighs, showing the long legs at a glance.

The white shirt and black waistcoat restrain the wildness of the tight breeches and add a bit of elegance.

This shooting is indeed related to the equestrian competition on the Bashang Grassland. It is said that the leading actor in this shooting seems to be invited by the sponsor of the equestrian competition.

As for the six of them, they were recommended by the magazine, and those who followed suit were used as the protagonist's background wall.

When everyone was heading towards the shooting destination, Qin Guan discovered that the other brother visited by the mosquitoes was Ouyang Fen. From the left, he was still the resolute and invincible male model. As for the face on the right. The most sympathetic little assistant next to 'Puff' couldn't help laughing either.

A gigantic red envelope was attached to Ouyang Fen's right eyelid, causing his whole eye to swell into a small slit, and a majestic little light shone in the slit.

The poisonous autumn flower mosquito has a pretty mouth. Qin Guan didn't have the nerve to laugh at Ouyang Fen, the child was puzzled, according to Qin Guan's shameless personality, he should have been laughing by now, why is he sitting so quietly in the car?

How could Qin Guan have the time to laugh at others now? The broken bread was galloping and bumping on the dirt road in the prairie. Qin Guan's buttocks rose and fell with the hard seat of the van, echoing each other.

The big bumps on the left and right buttocks trembled and trembled, not to mention the sourness.

When everyone got out of the car, they were fascinated by the scenery in front of them.

In the early autumn, yellowish birch forests, dark green spruces, pink bushes, green sylvestris pine, and mountain jasmine trees full of red fruits in the gullies are all moving pictures of autumn colors.

The large green grassland connected outside the ditch, bleating lambs, clustered into cloud flowers, blooming on the hillside with blue sky, white clouds, green grass and blue waves, added a touch to this beautiful scenery.

The propagandists of the International Horse Racing Festival waited on the hillside early, and a horse was surrounded by a temporary fence and was gnawing on grass leisurely.

The protagonist of this shooting has not yet arrived, and the boys from Inner Mongolia, who are looking after the horses, first packed up the horses needed by the background models.

The person in charge of Marseille walked up to the six models and asked, as usual, "Which one of you has experience in riding a horse?"

Several models approached each other, Ouyang Fen raised his hand against his swollen eyes: "Me!" A female model next to him also raised his hand hesitantly: "I will order too."

The person in charge looked at the remaining four models, waved to a few Mongolian men who were taking care of the horses and said, "Baiyin, Buhe, come and help me."

Those big Mongolian men heard the greeting, let go of the reins in their hands and walked over together.

The person in charge pointed to Qin Guan and the others, and said to Baiyin and Buhe, "Teach me a few quick tricks of horsemanship, so that these people can easily get started and cope with this shooting."