Volume 6 [Tigers are strong even when they go to sea] NO.129 Conflicts and fights
"Where are you now?"
Entering from the Irtysh River, most places in northern Xinjiang are mountainous and desert, and there are also grasslands, but they are not extensive.
Next door was Yili, but people from the local police station sent Zhang Bi and Katyusha to the nearest municipal unit, Hotan area.
When Shang Hexin figured out Zhang Bi's location, he was shocked and speechless.
The police chief on the other side of Hotan immediately served a good meal to Zhang Bi and Katyusha. This place with high mountains and far away from the emperor had never been prosperous until the Hotan Railway encircled southern Xinjiang.
However, the railway is under construction and was originally expected to open to traffic in 2011. However, depending on the progress, it may be a year and a half ahead of schedule.
The police chief is a wonderful man. Although he is dark-skinned and smells like dirt, he can tell that he is a flexible and flexible man.
His name was Wei Huaiyou, and he was probably about 1.8 meters tall. He was originally quite a strong man, but next to Zhang Bi, he looked short and chubby.
"Director Wei, we can just walk around casually, don't worry."
Zhang Ben said with a smile.
"Hey, Comrade Zhang, you don't know something. It's better to take this guy with you when you're going around here. Just be careful."
Wei Huaiyou only thought that Zhang Bi was a plainclothes agent. Looking at his appearance, he might still be working for the green soldiers. He saw that there was a Russian girl beside him. She looked so handsome. If she was abducted by human traffickers,
Yeah, that's really not worth it.
Zhang Bi smiled: "Don't worry, it's okay."
He put Katyusha on his shoulders, and the little Loli held her head and looked ahead. There were a lot of Afghan golden dates here, as well as Persian golden dates, Iranian mi dates, and Hotan big red dates.
, the particles are very big.
The cart next to it was pulling a farm cart, and various ethnic groups were coming and going here. In front of a small shop, many dates were arranged like a pyramid, and there were also palm-sized figs with the words "
, authentic golden fruit, sweet and glutinous, delicious and extremely nutritious.
Katyusha drooled at the sight. Zhang Bi had the two thousand yuan given by Wei Huaiyou in his pocket, and he easily got some.
The boss was an old man with a curly beard, like Uncle Afanti, with a small hat on his head, and he could count money very quickly, which surprised Zhang Bi.
I wiped it and bit it directly in my mouth. The feeling of having enough sugar was really refreshing.
"Thank you."
He nodded and thanked. The uncle was very kind and stuffed a few more jujubes in. They were very big, but the jujube cores were only a little bit big.
It tastes very good.
He walked outside for a while. Along the way, there were donkey carts coming and going. The carts were all of various colors, and there were also many people wearing national costumes.
It's just that his location is a little off, with a row of adobe yellow walls.
Just like the cave dwellings in northern Shaanxi.
In front of the head are a dozen men with a long knife at their waist.
Turns out to be a Tibetan!
What these people took out in their hands was not paper and pen, but several three Songzan silver coins.
"We agreed that we would only pay if we find this person. Now you have taken our money and you haven't found him. What do you mean?"
The Tibetan obviously didn't move around much, so he might have been tricked by local snakes.
The people standing there may be the people here asking questions.
"Our rules here are to collect money to do things. Don't worry, we will definitely give you the news within ten days!"
I heard that the man had a bunch of rat whiskers. Although he was short in stature, his eyes were shrewd. At first glance, these Tibetans seemed to have come from thousands of places, and there was no guarantee that they were from Rigaze.
Bullying foreigners is the rule.
"Ten days and ten days, it's already been a month! Give me back my silver coins!"
The Tibetan man was a little impatient and grabbed the man's shoulder.
Bao Wenwen rolled his eyes, fell to the ground and started rolling.
"Beat someone to death! Beat someone to death! These people don't follow the rules! Beat someone to death..."
Zhang Ben narrowed his eyes: Damn! He is still a rogue.
Unexpectedly, when these Tibetans were angry, twenty or thirty people also came out of the adobe yellow wall. All of them had sharp eyes, strong walking, and were extremely tough. There were all kinds of people.
There was a man holding a sheathed sword in his hand. This man was definitely a member of the Han family in northern Shaanxi.
A serious hero from Gansu and Shaanxi.
On his head was a white scarf covering his head, and his eyebrows were extremely thick and long, as if they were going to be connected together.
One-foot eyebrows!
"What a good guy... He was born with a strange vision. This guy can't help but be a fierce man."
Next to the Han family, there was a big Mongolian man, wearing a waistcoat with one side hanging out and a leather skirt around his waist. He looked at it haughtily, but it was obvious that he was the one who had done it. He followed the Han family...
Everyone here is avoiding him one after another, but they don’t know why.
The whole road was filled with white light, but only Katyusha was holding a small flower umbrella on her head, and Zhang Ben was standing there alone.
"Brother, are you making trouble?"
The Han man held the sheathed sword in front of him, and saw that all those around him who could take care of things had fled, not even the police were in sight.
"You don't follow the rules!"
The Tibetans were not polite in their words, but they still argued with their necks turned red and their faces turned red.
Unlike the Tibetans in other places, Rigaze was the bridgehead for the British army's offensive. At the end of the 19th century, the Han-Tibetan border people fought hard with the British army, not to mention how many people died.
Those around us can best feel the changes brought about by a strong country.
"Rules? What are the rules? What's the fuss about?"
"Give me back the silver dollars!"
The Tibetan man flicked his headdress, stretched out his hand, and a chain appeared on his wrist: from Xialu Temple!
"What can you do if I don't give you back the skin of my melon?"
The man was also a man with a bad temper and was in a hurry. The rat-bearded bag underneath rolled his eyes and was actually preparing to sneak away quietly.
Zhang Bi saw it clearly, and the old man behind him shouted softly: "Han people. Han people. Come back quickly, come back quickly."
The old man who had stuffed him with a few jujubes at first shouted in this direction. Zhang Bi turned around, looked at it, smiled, and shook his head, obviously not worried about this.
The old man was stunned and thought to himself: What happened to this Han man?
Before he had time to freeze, both the man and the Tibetan over there drew their swords. However, the man's sword was obviously much faster. He could draw the sword backwards with one blow, which was quite an ability.
But what was shocking was that there was only a clanging sound, and both sides stopped their hands. Several people stood still with cold eyes. There were police officers slowly coming around, but the loudspeaker was shouting, "This is
For this kind of thing, the small police are useless, and the armed police usually have to come forward.
"Dick! Stone!"
"look!"
Several people looked at it and saw that the faces of the Tibetan and Han family members were turning green and white, and the Tibetan swords and sheathed swords were shaking.
There was a piece of rubble and stone on the ground.
This is the method just now.
Zhang Ben walked over slowly and stepped on the rat bag who was about to get out of the way to ask.
"Brother, where are you from?"
The people around here are obviously not idiots. Who knows how many people are skilled in hidden weapons and tricks? In this one-third of an acre of land in Hotan area, are there any fierce people who can't stand out?
"I saw it when I was passing by, Lalajia."
Zhang Bi clapped his hands, and the big Mongolian man over there was holding a knife and was about to stab him, but suddenly he was frozen there and did not dare to move.
A military thorn was placed in front of his eyebrows, Zhang Ben said with a ferocious smile: "Anda, don't move."
"In the army?"
When a group of people saw this military thorn, they all felt cold-hearted. Anyone who could carry this thing around in the world was either a vicious gangster or... a fierce man in the army.
Looking at Zhang Ben's huge body, he doesn't look like a man who just goes around the world to make ends meet.
"Are you from Shalu Temple?"
Zhang Bi turned to look at the dozen Tibetans and asked.
After hearing this, several Tibetans put away the Tibetan knives in their hands and actually gave a salute, which was surprising.
"Exactly."
Zhang Bi smiled: "What a coincidence, Lord Dorje Buddha and I are somewhat destined."
When he said this, the Han family from Gansu and Shaanxi was shocked: It was so dangerous that he almost offended the Vajra of Xialu Temple.
When trying to make a living at the border, people from all walks of life must understand clearly who they can provoke and whom they can negotiate with, who they don’t need to talk nonsense with, and who they don’t need to meet face to face...
Everything is a gradually formed rule.
This rule does not change based on nationality, belief or identity.
Everyone is adapting to such rules unconsciously.
There are really too few people who can break this rule.
"Ah! Don't know your name?"
The Tibetan's eyes were shocked, and it didn't look like he was cheating. Zhang Bi stepped hard on his feet and took out a few silver coins. The three Songtsen silver coins were thrown into the Tibetan's hands and he said with a smile: "You guys are looking for someone, why don't you give it a try?"
What's the point of using such a crude method? It's better to ask the man in front of you, he is the man who can see in all directions and hear in all directions."
"Ashamed!"
The man with the sheathed sword blushed, it was obvious that his men were not being honest today.
In the past, such a situation would definitely be a battle, and a killing spree would be inevitable.
Unexpectedly, a man suddenly appeared and was so imposing, which was really puzzling.
"Hahahaha, easy to talk about. It is inevitable that the people under your command will do some dirty things. Who can maintain such a business?"
Zhang Ben smiled, very cheerful, and he looked like a heroic person. The man cupped his hands and said, "The discipline is not strict. It's because we didn't understand the situation. Our brother just offended us."
The Tibetan was stunned for a moment, then he actually grinned. It was all right, and he rubbed his sweaty nose: "It's okay, it's okay, I'll give you this silver dollar, give it to you! Help me find someone, find someone...
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Although the border residents are tough and tough, their knowledge is too shallow and their naivety and simplicity makes people dumbfounded.