"Come on, Fengzi. I don't have much in stock. If you draw one, you'll miss one."
Dou Yazai carefully pulled out a cigarette. The cigarette was the Shahu brand cigarette, a specialty of Yinchuan. It came in a green box and was very easy to smoke. It was still available at the time, but it is no longer available. The old cigarette factory in Ningxia, Wuzhong Cigarette Factory, was acquired in 2004 and subsequently
It released its flagship Baisha brand cigarettes, and Baisha brand has been popular to this day, so I say that anyone who has smoked Green Lake has basically revealed their age.
I haven't smoked for a while, so I took it to refresh myself.
"Pata."
A flame rose in the darkness, and Dou Sprout lit a cigarette for me.
I lay on the sand with a cigarette in my mouth and looked at the sky full of stars at night. Who said you can't see stars in Tengger in winter? Nonsense, there are so many stars.
Today is the sixth day after entering Alxa, and things still haven't made any progress. We are moving, and they are also moving. Without being able to talk to each other, it becomes very difficult to find them. I have nothing to do, so I still want to give this
This operation was given a code name.
"Operation Tengger Sends Birds."
There is not much water left. It is so frozen that it becomes ice cubes and cannot be poured out of the bottle. I want to boil water for drinking but cannot find anything that can be boiled. The steamed buns are so dry that they can kill people. In short, the conditions are becoming more and more difficult. Although there is no one
I complained, but I knew very well that if this continued for a few days, I was afraid there would be internal strife.
Just as he was thinking about something, a voice came from behind him.
"Brother Feng, you are here. I brought you some water."
I turned around and saw that it was Liao Xiaomi. He was holding a half bottle of melted mineral water.
I sat up and asked, "Isn't the water freezing?"
Xiaomi laughed and said it melted away with my hands.
"Good brother, where's mine?" Dou Sprout rubbed his hands.
Xiaomi's face was stern and she said no.
"Hey Xiaomi, where are you from?" I asked.
Xiaomi smiled and said: "Me, I come from the Chaoshan area of Guangdong, and my hometown is Kengcun, Shangrao Town, Raoping County."
"Huh?"
When I heard about Dou Sprouts, something was wrong. Didn’t Uncle Liao say that he picked you up in Henan? Aren’t you a wild child?
Xiaomi's face began to look ugly.
I burned Dou Sprout with a cigarette butt and blamed him for speaking so freely. I said, Xiaomi, don't be angry. Everyone has secrets. If you don't want to tell them, don't tell them. Besides, Henan is so nice. Besides, I, Xiang Yunfeng, am also a wild child.
I don’t even know what my parents look like, but if you look at me now, I’m no worse than my peers, right? My head once gave me a word, and I will give it to you.
"People should not underestimate themselves, we must think highly of ourselves."
"Ha ha!"
Douyazai sat up and laughed loudly: "Hurry up, Fengzi, maybe in two years you will have a cardboard bed, iron windows, and three meals a day."
"Get the fuck out of here!"
After a bit of fussing, everyone went back to their tents to rest.
I huddled up in the tent and slept for a while. There was no intrigues and intrigues like Yinchuan in Tengger. Instead, there was only peace and deathly silence.
I was sleeping lightly and was in a daze when I suddenly heard the sound of someone walking outside the tent, which was very light footsteps.
I looked at my phone, it was half past one.
Who is walking outside so late? Did he get up to relieve himself at night?
I put on my clothes and went out to see what was going on.
"Brother Yu?"
"Why don't you go to bed so late?" When I came out, I saw that he was neatly dressed.
Brother Yu suddenly turned his head and made a silent gesture to me, indicating that I should keep my voice down.
I hurriedly ran over and asked in a low voice what was going on? Is there something going on?
"follow me."
I followed him a few dozen meters forward and stopped.
"Look what that is."
What appeared in front of me was a small sandpit. I don’t know when someone inserted three bones into the pit. The three bones stood opposite each other, forming an inverted triangle shape. There was also a row of bones left on the sand going away.
The footprints in the sand were less than 200 meters away. The footprints on the sand became shallower and shallower, and gradually disappeared.
"What is this? Who made it?" I bent down to pick it up and looked at it for a few minutes and asked.
"Stop touching human bones." Brother Yu said with a cold face.
"What the hell? Human bones!"
His words scared me so much that I immediately threw it away. I studied it for a long time.
Brother Yu said: "About 12:30, I heard a slight noise, like the sound of a mineral water bottle being blown by the wind, so I didn't pay much attention to it. Later, I thought something was wrong. There was no sound at all tonight.
There was no wind, how could the empty mineral water bottle run away by itself? When the results came out, I found this inverted triangle of human bones, which looked like some kind of mark. It shouldn't be someone from our team."
"You mean there is someone else who has been watching us sleep?" I felt a chill on my back.
Brother Yu shook his head, "It's possible, but not necessarily. Maybe this thing was here before, but it was so small that we didn't find it."
"What's going on with that row of footprints?" I asked.
Brother Yu frowned and didn't speak.
It was a calm night and nothing happened. The next day I got up early and told everyone to pack up camp and continue on their way. Regarding the inverted triangle of human bones that suddenly appeared last night, I didn't mention a word. It was useless to say so, for fear of affecting the team.
Brother Yu picked up a stick from the Populus euphratica tree on the road. He roasted it over a fire and pressed the stick straight. Then he used a knife to sharpen a section of the stick into a sharp point. He held it in his hand like a javelin.
Dou Sprout, with his head and face covered, was walking in front of the team on the sand. He suddenly stopped while walking.
"Don't go yet! There's something ahead!"
When he walked over and took a look, he found some scattered black balls on the ground. Dou Sprout picked them up, looked at them, and smelled them, "This hawthorn pill?"
"Shit hawthorn pills," I said, it was camel excrement that had been dried into balls for a long time.
"camel?"
The first thing I thought of was Yao Yumen, whose whereabouts are unknown. She borrowed our camels a month ago. Those camels were hungry outside the abandoned mine for several days. I borrowed them from the merchants.
I didn't go to pay them back.
Could it be that the Yao brothers and sisters passed by here before?
I'm just so confused in my heart that I can't be sure. You can't tell much just by looking at a pile of camel poop. It might be left by some adventure enthusiasts.
This is really possible.
In 2003 and 2004, there was a craze for adventure in China. At that time, there were no live broadcasts and Douyin. Those who engaged in adventure were those who really loved this industry. At that time, there were several popular places, such as Nujiang, Lop Nur, Taklimakan, Qinling, and Lugu.
Lake Country, these places continue to attract explorers.
There are many little stories in it, endless stories, such as the Pisces Jade Pendant of Lop Nur, Loulan Kingdom, Taklama Dry Black Sea, I already know these stories so I won’t tell them.
Let me pick one to tell you.
Let’s talk about the two sides of the Nu River on Gaoligong Mountain.
As far as I know, there is an unknown local river that contains a large amount of gold sand. Two tribes, the Black Miao tribe and the White Miao tribe, compete for the mining rights of gold sand. The two tribes are not restricted by the civilized social system and often compete for the mining rights every year.
The fight was bloody.
Around the early 1960s, there was a great famine in China. A middle-aged man named Wang Mopan took a pig and fled to the vicinity of Gaoli.
Wang Mopan is his real name, but he is not an ordinary person. He fled with his family tree. According to the records in the family tree, his ancestor was the chief official of Li Shimin in the Tang Dynasty. He was in charge of a temple, a second carriage, and a fourth office.
, six kinds.
Modern TV dramas are all shot blindly. The young master is riding a war horse in the city of Chang'an. Then a poor peasant girl suddenly appears on the road. The young master is seriously injured in order to stop the frightened horse. The peasant girl takes good care of the young master and the two fall in love.
Falling in love, but the family was not in the right family, and then the love was vigorous and a series of stories happened. A situation like this was simply impossible to happen based on the horse management system at that time.
This temple is Taipu Temple. Taipu Temple is in charge of the mobilization of officials and horses across the country. The second department is the two driving departments in the north and south, which are in charge of the mobilization of civilian horses in the country. The four departments refer to the four branches under Taipus Temple, namely
There are four offices: Chenghuang, Dianwu, Dianmu, and Hechefu.
As for the six types, they refer to the six functions of horses. They are "military horses, Qi horses, and stallion horses. These three types of horses are used for ceremonial travel. In addition, there are Tao horses, which are used for delivering messages at post stations, and field horses.
For hunting, for crossbow horses, and for handymen and drivers, there are six types in total."
To sum up, it is impossible for rich people to ride war horses for fun.
After talking about horses, let’s talk about Wang Mopan. His ancestors were born as commoners and eventually became a horse official. It is said that he has the ability to communicate with animals. His ancestors summarized this ability and wrote a book "Borrowing Mountains to Repel Insects and Rats"
”, Wang Mopan knew the skills in the book, but because the ones handed down were fragments, he could only communicate with pigs.
No matter how hungry he was when he was escaping, he did not eat the pig, especially after arriving in Gaoli, because the little pig could help him find gold mines.
I don’t know if it was man-made training. When leading a pig, as long as there is gold sand in a section of the river, the pig will lie down, with its legs in the air, and will not go away.
