Yandantu was far away from Dunhuang, and the old lady didn't know the situation of Yandantu. The old lady enthusiastically took them to find Lao Wang next door. Lao Wang was doing a small business, delivering food to the Yandantu mine.
Lao Wang was in good health and very enthusiastic. He introduced them to the Yandan Tu Mine in detail. Zheng Xingzhong listened carefully and observed the baskets used to deliver vegetables and the poles used to pick vegetables in the corner of the house. He suddenly had a whim,
explain:
"Uncle Wang, how often do you deliver food to Yan Dantu?"
"That's not correct. It depends on when the canteen master at the mine wants it. I will deliver it at any time. Once a day, once every other day, whatever. It's time to deliver vegetables tomorrow." Lao Wang said.
"Uncle Wang, how about I deliver food to you tomorrow?" Zheng Xingzhong wanted to pretend to be a food delivery person so as not to alert others.
Lao Wang put away his smile and looked at Zheng Xingzhong suspiciously. There are many scammers nowadays, so this guy couldn't be more interested in the money. Thinking about it again, Zheng Xingzhong doesn't dress like he's just cheating.
A man with a lot of money. He asked:
"Are you a policeman?"
"No, no, I have a friend who works in Yandantu and stopped by to have a look." Zheng Xingzhong explained quickly.
Lao Wang felt that he had guessed it right. This boy looked like a decent person, but in the end he cheated him out of food money and could not get his burden back. He still saw through it but did not tell him. He said:
"No. It's hard to get off the long-distance bus, carry vegetables, and walk for one or twenty miles. Young people can't do it."
Zheng Xingzhong also guessed what Lao Wang was thinking. He was afraid of being deceived. He said:
"Uncle Wang, don't worry. I think three hundred yuan is enough for this basket of vegetables. Plus the basket and burden, I will give you five hundred yuan. When you come back from Yandantu, the basket and burden will be returned to you. What do you think?
Sample?"
Lao Wang was puzzled. He had made money without any effort. What kind of god was this guy to send him such a great thing? He said:
"Okay, okay, this is too much money. I will refund the extra money to you when you come back."
"Uncle Wang, that's not necessary. Please prepare a load of vegetables tomorrow and send me to the car." Zheng Xingzhong was happy to see that Lao Wang agreed. He said.
"That's natural. I will definitely make arrangements tomorrow." Lao Wang said happily.
At dawn the next day, Lao Wang prepared the dishes, took Zheng Xingzhong to the long-distance bus station, handed it over to the driver on duty, and then went home.
When we got on the bus, the long-distance driver said:
"Nephew Lao Wang, I think you are not as sharp as Lao Wang. I'm afraid you haven't done it before."
Zheng Xingzhong nodded awkwardly as an answer. The northwest is vast and sparsely populated, and it is not unusual to go to chat with someone hundreds of miles away in your spare time. There were many familiar faces in the car. Suddenly there was a stranger, and everyone thought he was
If you are a rare guest, you can't help but strike up a few words.
"You're a nice young man. It's rare to do something for the elderly. Don't worry, I'll take you to the nearest place." The long-distance bus driver said enthusiastically.
"Yandan Tu is desolate, and you can't find anyone even if you ask for directions. After you get off the bus, there is a river bed. Walk along the river bed and go to the mountain pass. You will find the canteen of the mine." The enthusiastic passengers on the bus answered questions without asking.
The route Zheng Xingzhong wanted to go was clearly stated.
The sun is very high and dazzling. The Gobi Desert can be seen as far as the mountains. There is a layer of mist on the Gobi Desert, as if walking among colorful clouds. The desert wind is strong, whistling in the ears. The sun makes the skin a little irritated.
Pain. I saw it. Zheng Xingzhong saw the dry river bed. The river bed made an S-shape and led to the mountain pass. Zheng Xingzhong quickened his pace and could reach it in twenty minutes.
Only the devil knows that this time Zheng Xingzhong really experienced the desert proverb of running to death at the top of the mountain. He walked quickly for two hours, but his strength was not a big problem, but his shoulders were swollen from the load, and blood was oozing out. It was miserable.
The sun was setting, and we arrived at the mountain pass.
The kitchen of the mine is half above ground and half underground. The roof is covered with linoleum and the soil is piled up in strips to protect against strong winds. Zheng Xingzhong walked towards the chimney that was emitting white smoke. Before he could reach it, someone came out wearing an apron.
, he took the burden and walked into the kitchen. Zheng Xingzhong felt puzzled, why he didn't weigh the weight and count the money. So he picked it in. Zheng Xingzhong was about to follow, but the man came out. He said:
"It's boring in the kitchen, talking outside."
"This dish..." Zheng Xingzhong was confused and wanted to ask about the price of the dish. He was interrupted mid-sentence by the man.
"I'm settling the bill with Lao Wang. He has no son, so you're probably his nephew," the man said.
"How much does this dish cost?" Zheng Xingzhong couldn't bear it anymore and asked the price.
"Dunhuang people are straight, they don't know how to be short-changed, and they do whatever they say." The man said.
Zheng Xingzhong was in trouble. Lao Wang probably said that he didn't know how the Dunhuang people did business and didn't remember. However, this was not a problem. He was here to find Xiong Ji. He just wanted to find him. He asked
That person:
"Are all the mines locals?"
"Young Master," the man said, "There are people from Sichuan, Henan, and Shaanxi. There are people from all over the world."
"How many people are there in Shaanxi? Are there any people from Weishi?" Zheng Xingzhong asked.
"There is a man from Wei City named Li Mancang. I'm afraid you won't be able to see him today. He can't get off work very late. If you have anything to say, I'll tell him." The man replied kindly.
How could it be Li Mancang? Zheng Xingzhong felt suspicious. He chatted with the man about Li Mancang's appearance. Zheng Xingzhong had never seen Xiong Ji, nor had he seen any Li Mancang. This clue was very solid. He kept searching, but found a man named
Li Mancang’s. He asked:
"How long has he been working in the mines?"
"I've been in the mine for twelve years. He was there when I came here, and I'm afraid he's been around for more than ten years. If you want to see him, come tomorrow, and I'll tell him not to let him go down the mine and wait for you." Then
People say.
"It goes without saying. Working underground is very dangerous. Don't tell him, for fear that he will get upset. You can tell him again when I come next time." Zheng Xingzhong felt that he should go back and figure out this Li Mancang
Later, come and find Xiong Ji. This Li Mancang at the mine may be Xiong Ji who is using someone else's ID card.
Zheng Xingzhong had to return quickly to catch the last long-distance bus in the afternoon. It was much easier not to carry the load of vegetables. Zheng Xingzhong walked very fast and did not dare to put the pole on his shoulders. His shoulders felt burning pain when he touched the heavy object. He had to carry the basket in one hand and hold it in the other.
He picked up the pole and rushed towards the road. He felt that Li Mancang was Xiong Ji, and he was in a good mood. He couldn't help but want to sing a song. Suddenly, a motorcycle came down from the road, with a black car and a black helmet. Looking from a distance, the rider's face was,
He was wearing a piece of black cloth. Maybe he was dressed like a desert person, which was rare and strange. He thought it was just right. This person might be a worker in the mine, and he could take the opportunity to find out more about bear disease. As the motorcycle approached, Zheng Xingzhong stopped and put the vegetable basket in his hands.
Place it on the ground, hold on to the pole, and wait for someone to come near.
The motorcycle did not slow down, but accelerated. The rider went crazy. It hit him straight. As a conditioned reflex, Zheng Xingzhong held on to the pole and jumped up. He kicked the rider on the motorcycle with both feet. The motorcycle fell over, and the wheels
It was still spinning rapidly. The black helmet was thrown to the ground. Zheng Xingzhong saw clearly that it was the guy who was chasing him. He got angry, picked up the motorcycle, got on it, turned around, accelerated, and rushed towards the guy. Zheng Xingzhong wanted to kill him.
The motorcycle rushed straight into his chest. At this moment, his father in prison appeared in his mind. Zheng Xingzhong used both hands to lift the front of the car. The motorcycle jumped over his body.
The guy was smart, rolled on the spot, reached out and pulled out a pistol from behind, raised his hand and fired.
Zheng Xingzhong felt his thigh was hit hard, and the motorcycle shook a little. He stabilized himself, turned around and rushed towards him, and fired another shot, which seemed to be empty. At this time, the angry motorcycle rushed in front of him, and that
The guy dodged and rolled to the ground, and the gun fell far away. Zheng Xingzhong could have run him over and killed him at this time. But Zheng Xingzhong held back. The motorcycle rushed toward his hand that was picking up the gun, and pressed hard against it.
.With a scream, the guy hunched over on the ground, holding his left hand with his right hand, rolling in pain.
Zheng Xingzhong's motorcycle drove far away and he felt his thighs were wet. Zheng Xingzhong stretched out his hand and touched it. There was blood on his hands, indicating that his thighs were injured. He licked the blood on his hands. When he was a child, he had grown up on the school playground.
The shadow of his appearance reappeared repeatedly in his mind. "Son of a murderer, beat him up." Thunderous thoughts swirled in his brain. Kill him. Zheng Xingzhong couldn't help but feel angry. The motorcycle's accelerator became angry and whined.
Yelling, he rushed towards the man in black like crazy. When the motorcycle arrived in front of the man in black, Zheng Xingzhong could choose at will, hit the neck or the chest, and he could be killed in one hit. Even if he didn't die on the spot, he could turn around and start again.
After the second impact, he could relieve his hatred and release the hatred that had been suppressed for more than ten years. The yellow sand and gravel of the wasteland could take the man in black to another world. Zheng Xingzhong licked his lips, the smell of blood was still there
The motorcycle became angry, roared and rushed towards the man in black. The strong desert wind blew Zheng Xingzhong’s hair, arousing his determination to kill the man in black. Suddenly, Zheng Yuanchao’s bowed figure crashed into Zheng Xingzhong’s
In his mind, no, his father is waiting for him in prison, he can't.
The motorcycle had already arrived in front of the man in black. Zheng Xingzhong saw the frightened eyes of the man in black and looked at Zheng Xingzhong in despair. At the moment when the motorcycle was about to hit him, Zheng Xingzhong lifted the handle with both hands and the motorcycle flew away from the man in black.
The motorcycle passed by. It turned around and drove to the side of the road, far away from the man in black. Zheng Xingzhong stopped. He turned around and saw the man in black lying on the same spot. He had a pair of outdated black military leather boots with high waist.
It circles towards the desert sky, like a sculpture, motionless.
He took off his coat, tore open his shirt, and tied the wound tightly. Fortunately, he could walk, and it seemed that no bones were injured. Zheng Xingzhong sighed, got on his motorcycle, and drove all the way to Dunhuang.
Zheng Xingzhong did not dare to be careless and parked his motorcycle at the gate of the police station. He went back to the hotel to clean up, changed clothes, called a friend, and hurried to Liuyuan. As long as it was a train going east, no matter how fast it was, he left Dunhuang as soon as possible.
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Liuyuan is a big station and only runs ordinary trains, and the speed is estimated not to exceed 200 kilometers per hour. So what? Rush back to Weishi to get to know Li Mancang.
Local train stations are like this. When the train comes, it is busy for a while. When the train leaves, it immediately becomes quiet. Zheng Xingzhong’s legs are not good, so it is not easy to walk around. He found a long step to sit down. There is a stall next to it. The stall owner is older and has a small hair.
Goatee. Unlike the mainland, the street stalls have a single product, all handmade by blacksmiths. Zheng Xingzhong was curious and started chatting with the stall owner. He said:
"Uncle, it's all a blacksmith's work."
"Yes, modern people are very curious about these handmade products, and they sell well."
Zheng Xingzhong picked up an iron ball with four thorns and placed it on the ground. There was always a sharp thorn rushing towards him, extremely sharp. He suddenly thought of a gun. The killer had a gun. If he had had such a thorn ball in his hand at that time, he would not have been killed.
My thigh was injured. I was going to buy two and keep them by my side for self-defense. He asked:
"Uncle, how much does this spiked ball cost?"
The stall owner smiled, stroked his beard, and said:
"Young man, that's not called a thorn ball. It's called a thorn ball. It was scattered on the ground in ancient battlefields and used to stop horses. No one buys this thing, but it's difficult to make. If you want it, just give me twenty yuan."
Such exquisite craftsmanship and hand-made work made Zheng Xingzhong think it was cheap. He said:
"Uncle, how many are there? I want them all."
"There are only two here. If you want, I have about twenty more at home," the stall owner said.
"Uncle, I wonder if this is a good idea. I want twenty. I'll pay the money first and you can courier it to Weishi. How about it?" Zheng Xingzhong said.
"I know about express delivery. Do you want something sharper, or the same as these two?" The stall owner was very happy to do business for a few hundred yuan at a time. He said.
"Of course it's better to be sharper." After Zheng Xingzhong finished speaking, he added WeChat with the stall owner, and specifically wrote the address of the consignee in Weishi.
Zheng Xingzhong caught the first eastbound train and followed it wherever it went before leaving Dunhuang.