The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 551 The grassland was blocked for over two miles.

"Don't be offended, my grandfather used to drive tanks when he was young. After retiring, his health didn't allow him to do those exciting things anymore, so he could only play video games and walk the cattle and sheep to satisfy his cravings."

Sitting in the driver's seat, Tang You looked helpless and began to talk about her grandfather to everyone.

The northern border region is now peaceful and tranquil. Although there are still problems with uneven industrial development within the region, it was not always peaceful and tranquil before; it was a period of constant turmoil.

Before the founding of the People's Republic of China, it was the front line of the resistance, and after the founding of the PRC, it remained one of the front-line areas. Tang You's grandfather used to work in a machinery factory, but later switched to working with infantry and tanks.

Although Tang You didn't want to say it, her grandfather's personality was all about enjoying battles; tanks were more fun than horses!

Playing chess, walking birds, watching plays—none of these activities compare to the thrill of airplanes and cannons.

It would be even more exciting if we ran over someone else's border.

Tang You's love for shooting and gunfight games, as well as her skills in driving old-fashioned tanks, are all inherited.

"Your old man is really hardcore, but I think Lingren is right, his high blood pressure might be partly due to playing video games," Momo complained.

Have you considered helping Grandpa break his internet addiction?

"What you said makes sense, but the truth is currently in my grandfather's hands," Tang You said with a face full of black lines.

Just kidding, I helped my grandpa quit his internet addiction, and the very next day, he quit his granddaughter's addiction.

Tang You couldn't imagine what kind of trouble her grandfather, with his hardcore personality, would cause if she didn't let him play video games.

When the time comes, the retired old men from the Sanwu Machinery Factory will get together, pool their pensions, and handcraft a light tank on the spot, astonishing the people of the whole country.

The veteran, carrying his backpack, shouldered his baggage.

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"Huh? There seemed to be a traffic light over there just now?"

"Was there one when we came here yesterday?" Holding the little fox in her arms, A-Qing saw a new traffic light on the grassland road and a bad feeling suddenly arose in her heart.

"Traffic lights? Traffic lights from the grasslands?" Tang You looked at A Qing with a puzzled expression.

however.

As the group ventured deeper into the Spring Mountain Grassland, a scene unfolded before them, leaving everyone in the vehicle speechless.

"???"

Tang You slowly typed a question mark, looking at the vast pasture filled with cars and the locals riding on horseback waiting at the traffic light.

Tang You peeked out: "Friend, over here."

"I don't know! Everyone rushed to the grasslands early this morning, saying they saw some video. Now the pastures in the uninhabited area are jammed with horses." A villager who couldn't drive because of the traffic congestion complained.
"Hey, we're on the safe side. When I was watching videos this morning, I heard that in Dunhuang next door, there are more tourists than desert, and the camels are backed up for five kilometers. They're saying that the attack on Chang'an has begun and the first to scale the walls has started."

"The traffic jams in Beijing stretch from the Second Ring Road all the way to the Fifth Ring Road."

"6"

Tang You silently withdrew her head and said to her best friends in the passenger seat and back seat, "I feel that there may be no uninhabited area left in Spring Mountain Grassland at the moment, so the racing plan is canceled."

In the past, the northern border region might not have been a top choice for holiday travel.

But thanks to the efforts to improve the environment, the pasture has grown back, attracting cattle and horses working in the concrete jungle to the grasslands to see them.

The National Day holiday has begun.

There are more people than cattle, sheep and horses on the Spring Mountain Grassland.

"Good guy"

Tang You clicked her tongue in amazement and walked three kilometers to the entrance of the scenic area's ticket station, where a long queue had formed.

In the past—no, yesterday—the ticket booths used manual payment methods. Now, QR codes are displayed; you scan the code to pay, show the payment record, and collect your ticket at the counter. On the ranch, a crane is hoisting wooden piles, resembling building blocks, onto beams, seemingly constructing some large building. Construction workers are coming and going.

but.

The restaurant in the scenic area wasn't too crowded, so you could still find a spot to have breakfast.

The little fox, drawn by the aroma of mutton shumai, woke up from its nap, licked its lips, and pawed at the meat on the table.

"Ah Qing, bring on the garlic and vinegar! I, An, will eat ten ounces!"

As the little fox gazed at the food on the table and licked its lips, outside the window, separated by a glass curtain wall, sheepdogs and golden retrievers, who had come from the city to frolic on the grassland with their owners, pawed at the glass, gazing longingly at the little fox.

Dude! You look familiar. Want to go for a run in the bushes?
"Woof~"

The Border Collie wagged its tail and extended a sincere and devout invitation to the little fox.

"Go away, An is a tourist too, not part of your recreational facilities." The little fox rolled its eyes, signaling them to stop idling and go chase wolves in the grassland.

"Ouch."

Having received a clear reply, the Border Collie hung its head in dejection, glancing back at the little fox inside the house every few steps.

The Border Collie, German Shepherd, and Terrier left, but the Labrador still stared longingly, its attention not on the little fox, but on the table.

The Labrador whimpered with longing, raising its paws to scratch at the glass curtain wall, its face full of worry.

Ah Qing: "."

Please don't look at me like that. Although I wanted to treat you to lamb shumai, the glass curtain wall has no windows, and medium to large dogs are not allowed in the restaurant.
Amidst cries of "Big sister" and "Please," Ah Qing, with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, bought some food from the waiter.

Although Ah Qing was a bit slow-witted, she could tell that many people in the restaurant were eating mutton shumai. Even though there was still some food on the table, she couldn't possibly feed the dog the food that people were eating.

Ah Qing took the semi-finished food out, and An Sheng followed beside her with a happy expression.

"Can the fox be placed on the ground?" Just as An Sheng and A Qing stepped out of the restaurant in the scenic area, they encountered a woman pushing a stroller.

Inside the stroller sat a fox and a Shiba Inu. The two little guys had clearly just come back from running around, panting with their tongues out, and were full of excitement.

When the woman saw Ah Qing, she also knew that Ah Qing kept foxes, and that she had even put the foxes on the ground.

A fluffy white fox, head held high, its face radiating pride, strolled along following the person.

The woman was somewhat tempted by the sight and subconsciously put the red fox from the stroller down to the ground.

The red fox squatted on the ground, paused for a moment, and looked up at its little friend.

"you"

"嘤!!"

With a soft "yelp," the red fox darted into the grass at a speed of sixty kilometers per hour. Then, it poked its head out, looked at its two-legged companion, and let out a series of "yelp yelp yelp."

Come on! Come and catch me! Run! It feels so good!
The woman stared in disbelief at the crimson figure on the grassland, then quickly picked up the Shiba Inu and chased after it, running back and forth across the grassland under the scorching sun.

"Xiao An, you wouldn't do that, would you?"

As Ah Qing, who was squatting on the restaurant steps and tearing bits of meat off a lamb rib, saw the red fox and its mistress leaping around on the grassland, her lips twitched, and she subconsciously glanced at the little fox beside her.

"Huh? What are you saying? I didn't hear you." Master Fuli, who had just tamed a wild horse, sat proudly on the horse's back, looking at Aqing with a slightly puzzled expression.

"Oh! You mean red foxes and women? Don't worry, I'm not that naive. I usually drive supercars."

Hearing the little fox's whimpering, Ah Qing's eyes twitched involuntarily.

Xiao An, what you're saying isn't convincing at all! Unless you promise me you'll get off the horse.

(End of this chapter)