The next morning, Ye Feng took the 8 o'clock train and left Irkutsk.
The train slowly drove towards Baikal Town, which was closest to his farm.
Ye Feng sat on the train and recalled everything that happened last night.
Although nothing had happened between the two of them, memories would always add a layer of filter to the haze.
Anna was a rather traditional woman. This was what the system had told him, and he could feel it through contact.
The system even told him that Anna was still a virgin.
People in China were always misled to say that Western women were very open-minded, but in fact, there were a large number of traditional families in the West.
They were devout believers of Jesus and retained extremely conservative living habits. They were not as reckless as depicted in movies and television dramas.
Anna was one of them, and in his eyes, Anna was mysterious.
What kind of girl would like to fly a plane and fight freely?
However, it couldn't be seen from its appearance.
Anna exchanged WeChat with him and agreed to visit Ye Feng's farm after she was done in Moscow.
After getting off the plane yesterday, Ye Feng had switched to the SIM card he had bought in China to ensure that he could surf the internet normally.
Before he went to bed last night, he opened WeChat and saw that the post he had sent before the plane took off had already received several comments.
They were basically all eccentric.
Chen Cong thought,[Brother Li is going to brag to the end!]
Zhang Ling replied to Chen Cong,"No, Brother Li is afraid that he can't take the blow and went out to relax!"
Lin Lina: " Be careful. If you run out like this, Uncle and Auntie will be worried!"
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President Zhang: 'If you don't come to work, you're going out to have fun?' Do you still want to work?
When Ye Feng saw this, his heart skipped a beat. He was so excited that he forgot to apply for leave from his boss!
However, on second thought, why would I need to take leave? Do I still have to go back to work when I have a farm?
Wouldn't that be despicable?
The only good post under that post was from his mother." Be careful on the road."”
He told his family that he was safe, turned off his phone, and went to sleep.
She even had a charming dream that night.
Speaking of which, Baikar Town, which Ye Feng was about to arrive at, was a very small town with less than 2,000 people.
There were also some farmers and hunters scattered around.
The town center's permanent population was just over a thousand.
Although the climate around Lake Baikal was continental, due to the high dimension, the temperature was generally low throughout the year, and there were a few months of extremely cold weather.
The houses of the people in the town were basically wooden structures, and there were very few concrete buildings.
On the one hand, it was because this place was relatively remote and the cost of transporting building materials was too high. On the other hand, it was because this place was very close to the forest area and it was very convenient to get materials from there.
Another important point was that concrete structures were prone to brittle failure in extremely cold weather, and they were not safe enough.
Ye Feng arrived at Baikar Town. It was still a few kilometers away from his farm, so he planned to hire a taxi on the street.
However, he decided to have a simple meal first. After looking around, he was pleasantly surprised to find that there was a Chinese restaurant in this town.
She ordered a few steamed buns, a plate of pickled vegetables, and a bowl of porridge.
Ye Feng knew that the owner was from the northeast just from the configuration. But then again, the eating habits in the Far East were more or less influenced by the northeast.
The owner was a man in his thirties, more than 1.8 meters tall, and looked rather tough. His wife was a little fat, and he couldn't help but remind Ye Feng of the rumor.
The restaurant owner said that there had been more and more tourists in recent years, so he had been encouraged by his wife to open a restaurant here.
That was true. There were more and more Chinese people traveling abroad. Li Jian's song, Lake Baikal, had ignited the tourism boom of Lake Baikal.
The meal was quite comfortable. Ye Feng paid the money, said goodbye to the owner, and found a taxi on the street.
The driver was a middle-aged man in his fifties, named Petrov. He was surprised to hear that Ye Feng's Russian was so accurate.
"It's rare to see a Chinese person who can speak Russian as well as you. You Chinese people like to speak English, but we Russians hate English!”
Uncle Peter seemed to be a little angry with some countries that spoke English.
Of course, Ye Feng understood. The uncle's generation was too miserable. When they were in their fifties and in their early twenties, the country collapsed with a bang. It was a miserable period of time.
Also, the Russian's English was indeed not very good. Even in the capital, Moscow, you would not be able to communicate with ease if you only knew English.
The two of them talked a lot on the way. He said that in the past few years, there had been more and more Chinese tourists here, and life had been better. However, young people were still unwilling to stay in their hometown.
They preferred to go to Moscow or Western Europe.
Siberia did not have the debauchery that young people liked.
It seemed that taxi drivers all over the world were so talkative. Ye Feng thought.
While chatting with Uncle Peter, Ye Feng's eyes were attracted by the beautiful scenery of Lake Baikal.
The surface of the lake was sparkling, and the sunlight was like shattered glass.
The forest beside the road was always green!
The peak of the snowy mountain was faintly visible in the distance, shining brightly under the blue sky.
The white clouds were like cotton candy, without a trace of color.
Ah! My Lake Baikal!
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