Blue skies, white jade, green grass, and lakes, yet also a world of ice and snow; hundreds of Mongolian yurts scattered across the vast and flat expanse of The Great Plains.
Each large furnace fashioned into a chimney shape, with fires ablaze inside, so the temperature amidst these yurts isn't low. The chimneys are quite peculiar; the ashes don't escape from the top, seemingly sealed inside—so strange, yet this avoids environmental harm. Otherwise, such mass burning would envelop this beautiful grassland in smog...
"Wild oxen have returned, here comes another group!"
"Fewer people this time... yesterday there were forty or fifty people."
"This wave is really scarce."
At the tribe's settlement, many natives looked at Sui Yi and the others, not reserved, rather full of playful intent. Sui Yi felt their eyes hid something.
Perhaps it's because they are foreigners.
Yet there are some welcoming ones; several women with headscarves brought over steaming butter tea.
