Chapter 452
On the Yinchuan National Highway, a truck stopped at the roadside with its lights turned off.
"It's been more than half an hour, why haven't people arrived yet?"
When the calls were made to the three second-rate guys before, I was afraid that Jin Fenghuang would suddenly come over with a large army of troops.
Uncle Liao said: "Don't worry, just wait. It takes more than an hour to come from the city without traffic jams. It's only less than forty minutes. Don't worry, my little apprentice is reliable."
Another half hour passed.
"Hey, look, is it that car?" Bean Sprout was the first to notice.
In the darkness, a large 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 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 Liao Bo 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 immediately became 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, the meter would be charged.
Uncle Liao also had a bit of reluctance in his eyes, and he turned to look at me.
I kept staring at the main road and immediately said: "We can't delay anymore, 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 and walked into the desert from here. 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 | tent is not enough. Now that there is one more person, Liao Bo and Xiaomi can only squeeze in. This kind of tent | tent is to save space to carry It was made into a thin layer, but it could not block the severe cold of Alxa at night. When the wind blew, people shivered from the cold.
I watched Miaoyiniao, what can 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 he made it. He shook his head mysteriously and said that his ancestors' unique skills could not be explained.
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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 flags buried before have 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 that Uncle Hulu taught me when I was in the Hute Department.
