On the Yinchuan National Highway, at the Shizi Bend section, a truck parked on the side of the road with its lights turned off.
"It's been more than half an hour, why haven't people arrived yet?"
When those three second-rate guys made the call before, I was afraid that Jin Fenghuang would suddenly arrive with a large force.
Uncle Liao said: "Don't worry, wait a minute, it will take more than an hour to get from the city without traffic jams, and it will only take less than forty minutes. Don't worry, my little apprentice can do things well."
Another half hour passed.
"Hey, look, is it that car?" Bean Sprout was the first to notice.
In the darkness, a big yellow car with double flashes approached us and slowly slowed down.
The car door opened, and a handsome boy of seventeen or eighteen years old got out of Huang Dafa. He was carrying a black backpack behind him.
This is a boy. Why is he named Xiaomi? It sounds like a girl.
"Master, I have found you!" The handsome young man ran over and hugged Uncle Liao.
"Look at you kid, how good it is for you to stay at home, but you have to run away with me," Uncle Liao gently pushed the young man away, his eyes full of kindness.
"Master, wherever you are going, I will go with you."
"Stop making trouble. Have you brought your things?"
The boy took off his backpack, and Uncle Liao opened the zipper and looked at it.
"While the taxi is still there, go back and pack up and leave Yinchuan first."
The young man was immediately unhappy. No matter what Uncle Liao said, he refused to leave and insisted on following him. Driver Huang Dafa kept urging him, saying whether he could leave or not. If he didn't leave, he would have to pay the meter.
Uncle Liao also had a bit of reluctance in his eyes, and he turned to look at me.
I kept staring at the road and immediately said: "We can't delay any longer and leave as soon as possible."
Just like that, in order to rush for time, there was another boy named Xiaomi on this trip.
Liao Xiaomi is actually a child that Uncle Liao picked up in Henan. He has been with the old man since he was four years old. Uncle Liao also intends to train him, hoping to train him to be the successor of the Liao family's craftsmanship in the manufacturing office.
If you look at Xiaomi now, he looks like a little fresh-faced guy with fair skin, clear facial features, thin arms and thin legs. I think he should be an idol.
At about midnight, the driver dropped us off when he arrived. From here we hiked into the desert. The driver took out three backpacks from the cab, which contained things prepared by Brother Zhiyuan. After bidding farewell to the driver, a group of us deviated from the national highway and started walking towards Alxa.
Brother Yu came with us because I promised to give him a sum of money afterwards, which was enough for him to open a martial arts gym in his hometown, so Brother Yu agreed without thinking.
Xiaomi has a good temper. When we became familiar, he called me Brother Feng. As a participant in the Blackwater City Incident, Uncle Liao was not an outsider, so I didn’t treat Liao Xiaomi as an outsider.
It is already very cold at this time of year, and the water in the bag will freeze at night. The folding tent is not enough in the first place. Now that there is one more person, Liao Bo and Xiaomi can only squeeze in. This kind of tent is made into a thin tent to save space for carrying.
A thin layer cannot block the severe cold of Alxa at night. When the wind blows, people will shiver from the cold.
I watched Miaoyiniao, what should I say?
From the naked eye, they are exactly the same. According to Liao Bo's description, in order to make this bird, more than 20 sand molds were made, and the most perfect one was selected from them. The material itself is a pottery figurine used for burials in the Tang Dynasty.
, the color is close to that of the Melodic Bird. This kind of old pottery absorbs water very quickly after being touched by water. I asked Uncle Liao how to do it. He shook his head mysteriously and said that his ancestors had unique skills that could not be explained.
Four days later.
"Is this here? Fengzi, why don't I feel that it doesn't look like it? Did I go astray?"
Looking at the endless desert on the horizon, I shook my head and said, "I remember there were two short trees on the road before. Why are they gone? The white flag that was buried before has never been found."
Liao Bo said: "It's windy this month. A sandstorm can change the landscape in a few months. If you think about it carefully, we may really have gone astray."
I looked around blankly, trying to find a familiar reference object, but there was not even a tree hair, it was all sand.
We don't have a compass. In order to determine the general direction, we must ensure that the team goes west.
I remembered the method Uncle Hulu taught me when I was in the Hute Department.
Looking at the sun, I took out my knife and stuck it in the sand.
When the sun shines down, you can see the shadow of the knife. I pressed the front part of the shadow with a small stone. After waiting for about ten minutes, the shadow of the knife moved three to four centimeters to the left.
He then took Dou Sprout's knife and made a sign of a cross on the small stone.
The shadows of the two knives alternate, and the direction the cross heads are pointing is the west.
I stood up and pointed to the west: "Go there, even if it takes more time to go a little off, you can definitely get there if you go west."
We are definitely still in Tengger. We can only reach Badain Jaran by walking west. The people who return to the customs are just south of Badain Jaran. If we go in the wrong direction and go to the north, the final result will be to keep walking and keep walking until we finally arrive.
Ulan Buhe will all leave Inner Mongolia by then.
After deciding on the direction, everyone moved forward again. At this time, the climate conditions were much worse than those in two or three months. Sandstorms are frequent before winter and after spring every year. According to statistics, there were 46 sandstorms in Ningxia in 2000, and reached 2001 in 2001.
More than 60 times, that is, this year, Ningxia launched the Three-North Shelterbelt System Construction Plan, increased investment in the Ningxia Three-North Shelterbelt Plan, subsidized farmers for tree planting, and reduced the impact of Ningxia sand sources on Beijing's sand and dust climate.
Everyone went to bed early that night. The wind outside was howling like a ghost. The wind was getting stronger and stronger. The small tent we pitched was swaying from side to side. I didn’t dare to sleep, so I covered my mouth and nose with my clothes and ran.
Go out and ask everyone to get up and collect the tents so that they don’t blow away. ??
"What! What did you say!" Dou Sprout patted his head, covered his mouth and shouted at me.
"Tent! Close the tent!" I shouted to him anxiously.
Dou Sprout heard clearly and hurriedly ran to close the tent.
Liao Xiaomi was blown by the wind and ran forward. Uncle Liao grabbed him.
I secretly prayed to God to stop the blowing. If it gets bigger, it will become a sandstorm, and it will be over.
I don't know if they heard my prayers, but the gust of wind lasted for more than half an hour, and gradually became quieter. The wind blew less and the sand became smaller, and people were finally able to open their eyes.
at this time.
"Don't say anything yet"
"Listen."
The wind was small, and I suddenly heard a strange voice. The tone was not high. At first, it seemed like a mouse's cry, squeak, and after a few minutes, it seemed like the scream of a frog, 呱.
I thought I had filled my ears with sand and was hallucinating, but when I saw Brother Yu’s surprised look on his face, I knew he must have heard it too. What kind of land is this? This is a dry and smoking Tengger. There is no water at all. How can there be frogs!
After listening carefully for two minutes, I felt that the sound did not sound like a frog's croaking. If it was a frog's croaking, it would have a rhythm, rising and falling together. This was different. This sound did not rise and fall from beginning to end, and always remained constant.
A tone.
The sound came from behind us. Brother Yu was very curious and said to go over and see what was going on.
I said be careful, Brother Yu.
Brother Yu waved his hand and said it was okay, he was just curious.
Following the direction of the sound, we followed him towards the back. We walked for less than ten minutes, and the sound became clearer as we walked. Finally, we stopped in front of a large sandbag.
The strange thing is that the croaking sound came from the sandbag.
Sandbags are fine and sand dunes are fine. I saw this place during the day and it didn't seem that big. But now it has become so big. I guess it was blown by the wind.
Dou Sprouts widened his eyes and said, "Is there a nest of frogs living in the sand?"
Brother Yu groaned and asked what was going on. He picked up a stone, threw it casually, and smashed it into the sand dunes.
The stone was thrown in, and after more than ten seconds, the croaking sound changed, and it made a sound similar to a low-pitched erhu, which was very strange.
At this moment, Liao Xiaomi suddenly raised his hand and said: "I know, is this a ringing sand dune? I have heard others say before that there are ringing sand dunes in Tengger."
Later, after my verification, I found that it might really be this kind of ringing sand dune. This was the first time I saw it with my own eyes, and I found it very interesting.
The so-called ringing sand refers to sand that can make sounds. The sound emitted by this kind of sand dune will change due to the influence of external forces. There are different opinions on the formation of this sound. Scientists also say different things. It probably means that it is related to the flow of emissions inside the sand.
It was related to static electricity. Later, Jiangxi TV Station’s Classic Legend filmed a similar episode of "Sounding Sand," but the result was unclear.
A group of us played there for a long time. We could hear the sound of airplanes flying by when we stepped in, and we could hear a sound like a donkey braying when we sat down.
While playing, the fatigue on everyone's faces was wiped away.
When the wind stopped, the surrounding sand dunes gradually became still.