If anyone loves adventure and travel, you might as well go to the deep mountains in the Muya area to search. Once you see the rows of stone watchtowers that still stand today, you will know the truth.
Those stone towers are tens of meters high, and they are all made of stone pieces. They fit perfectly. In the next few years, I heard that an archaeological team went to study these stone towers. They couldn't figure out how these things could exist in the mountains. Let me tell you. , those watchtowers were built by Li Xian because he was afraid that the Mongols would chase him and beat him. The last handful of pure-blooded party members lived there for more than 200 years.
We were able to find these watchtowers after going through difficulties and setbacks, and met many new friends. Let me tell you an interesting thing in advance. I was less than twenty at the time, and I was still a virgin. It was also in Muya that I said goodbye to my virginity. (Not a little girl.) Xuan)
The story of Yinchuan is not over yet, nor is the story of Blackwater City.
I thought Wednesday Shun knew why the leader entered Blackwater City, but he told me that he didn't know, which made it more difficult for us to find the leader.
I have to go, this is the northwest city of Yinchuan, not the Beijing Puppet Theater.
Jin Leihuang was taken care of by the bald man under Zhao Qingwan. His brother Jin Fenghuang wanted to get me. If I can't defeat him, I can hide. I thought that Jin Fenghuang would definitely not be found if he hid in the Special Department. Find the clue.
Without further ado, we just left. The current situation was special and we didn’t dare to go to the merchants to borrow camels. I suddenly thought of the 212 off-road vehicle I bought in Handan. (Correction, I was not familiar with the model at the time and said it was 212. , the model of that car should be a 213 Cherokee with a rear bucket).
We have never moved this car. After repairing it, it has been hidden behind the Yintian Farmers Market. I plan to drive it to places where walking is impossible and then walk. If I need water, I will carry it in my bag.
When I found the car in the market, there was another problem.
Before, Qin Xingping and he took turns driving the car. The three of us had no driver's license and had never learned to drive. How could we drive like this?
Douyazai said: "How about I drive it? I used to make a living with my uncle and drove a small forklift on the dock to unload fish."
I asked in confusion if you could do it? Don't drag me and Xiaoxuan into the ditch.
Dou Yazai patted his chest and assured, "You still don't believe me, Fengzi. The forklift used to unload fish also has a steering wheel and accelerator. They are all the same."
I said oh and said to drive slowly when we got on the national highway.
We bought a few tent bags nearby, and bought some dried beef and dried naan at the farmer's market. We stuffed everything into the bag and threw it into the trunk, then got in the car and planned to set off.
After getting in the car, Dou Yazai turned the key and turned it on several times before turning on the ignition. Seeing that he didn't move, I sat in the passenger seat and said, "You should drive it, why are you standing there?"
Dou Sprout scratched his head and asked me how the reverse gear was engaged.
I said how could I know? You will know if you try them one by one. Just apply less accelerator.
Dou Sprout said "Oh," and then the car jumped out and crashed into someone else's stall.
"Why are you driving! How are you driving! You can't leave!"
The eldest lady who was setting up a stall to sell dry goods was yelling loudly. She was blocking the car, probably because she was afraid that we would run away.
My face turned dark and I asked Dou Sprout to drive, but there was a car accident before I had walked five meters.
The lady selling dry goods asked us to pay a thousand yuan in compensation. What she basically meant was that the dry goods would become dirty if they were dropped on the floor and stained with dirt. If they were washed, they would not be sold.
After getting off the bus, Dou Sprout said it was too expensive and he would pay you up to 100 yuan, and the two sides started arguing.
"Isn't this comrade journalist?" Just then someone came over.
When I saw this man, I recognized him. He was the middle-aged man who opened a shop in the market, Reporter Gan's father, Lao Gan.
"What's wrong, Mrs. Fang? Did I bump into your stall?" Lao Gan interrupted.
"I want a thousand yuan, and this group of people will give me a hundred yuan, and you, Lao Gan, will judge me. How can this be like this!" the eldest sister shouted at the top of her lungs.
Lao Gan looked at the scene of the car accident, frowned and said: "Sister-in-law Fang, you are too loud. Do you know that I am also doing this? Except for some crushed mushrooms, even if you sell all these things, they are not worth a thousand
, let’s do this, I’ll be the peacemaker, and forget the two hundred yuan.”
"That's right, it costs a thousand people to break some mushrooms." Some onlookers spoke for us.
Thanks to Lao Gan's settlement, we paid him two hundred yuan to settle the matter.
