The carriage stopped and walked, and the time also entered the evening. At the last moment after the sunset, the coachman drove the carriage to a small town.
As the saying goes, reading thousands of books will travel thousands of miles. If you read thousands of books but not travel thousands of miles, then at best you will only have ink in your belly.
And if you travel thousands of miles without reading thousands of books, you are just a postman at best.
Before entering Daqi, the blind man could only "read" books by touching the Braille with his hands. Because of his blindness, he could not walk thousands of miles.
But after he was selected to walk in all realms and entered Daqi, he didn't have time to read thousands of books, but he traveled thousands of miles.
It's a pity that he has only "seen" mountains and rivers, but has never personally experienced the snow-capped mountains and deserts.
But now, he has used the imaging in his brain to outline a picture of the desolation of the desert and the desolation of the Gobi.
Unlike the main world, the Gobi desert within the Daqi Dynasty is also distributed in the hinterland. There is such a Gobi desert on the only way to Linjiang City.
The local ethnic minority, the Qiqi people, have been living in this Gobi desert transliterated as "Kasengar" for generations. "Kasengar" represents [god] in the culture of the Qiqi people. According to the cultural myths and legends of the Qi people, the Gobi desert here was originally a place with fertile soil and sweet spring water. However, with the birth of the god Kasengar, it turned into a vast Gobi desert.
No one can tell whether the myths and legends are true or not, but the spiritual energy of this world declined two thousand years ago, and this myth has also been cast into a layer of duality between true and false.
The driver introduced the customs, customs, myths and legends of the Qiqi tribe to the blind man and others. They all listened and asked questions from time to time, and the driver would also give explanations.
The coachman Chen Zili is also a guide.
“As time went by, the Qiqi tribe built villages and towns near scattered oases in the desert.
The town where we (we) will stay tonight is one of them, called Zhuangqi Town. Qi people and Qiqi people now live together, so there is no need to worry about the language barrier.
Tomorrow, after we prepare horse hay, dry food and water, we will set off to Beijing. We will follow the planned trade route. There are also stations along the way where we can replenish water and food. What do you think? "
Chen Zili was right, but the main question he asked was Qin Xiya.
"Brother Chen, you are familiar with this aspect, so we can just listen to you." The blind man naturally knows the saying "there are specialties in the industry", so he, a layman, will not point fingers at the insiders, let alone be like the brainless Party A. Make silly requests.
"It would be great if every customer who hires me is like you, Brother Xiao Qin." Chen Zili expressed his simple thoughts and smiled, "Speaking of which, today happens to be the annual "Passing Fire" event of the Qiqi tribe. Festival], you can also play, it’s very lively.”
"Fire Passing Festival?" The blind man didn't understand.
"I remember reading a travel diary before, which recorded the origin of the Fire Festival." Yang Xiaotao said, having already recovered from the pain of losing his father in ten days,
The girl's voice was as clear as a graceful oriole, and she told the origin of the Fire Festival.
"It is said that when Kasengar was born, all the dense forests, fertile soil and sweet springs turned into the Gobi Desert. The ancestors of the Qiqi people wanted to migrate away, but Kasengar was a lonely god, because in the myths and legends of the Qiqi people , there is only one god in Kasengar,
The god begged them not to leave because He was afraid of being alone, so he set up a mirage barrier at the junction of the desert and the fertile soil.
But the ancestors of the Qiqi tribe discovered that fire has the power to destroy mirages.
So the clan leader lit torches and led the clansmen to migrate.
The gods begged them not to leave, but they left for their livelihood. Seeing that their prayers were in vain, the gods became angry and cursed the Qiqi people to die in the desert.
Some Qiqi people were afraid and stayed in the desert.
Some people wanted to leave, so they followed the clan leader and headed outside the sand barrier.
The clan leader would set up a bonfire wherever he went, because the clan leader knew that
There will always be some people who stay in the desert who want to leave the Gobi desert.
They go farther and farther,
But the patriarch could not bear the curse, and the fire of his life was extinguished.
Although the fire is extinguished, there will still be people who will take the torch.
They just moved forward in the desert, set up campfires, died, and moved forward again,
Until the last person was left, he walked outside the mirage and saw green mountains and beautiful water.
But he turned around and returned to the desert,
Because he wants to leave their stories in the Qiqi clan and leave a path to hope for the roots of the Qiqi clan. "
"Yes, Miss Yang is right. This is the origin of the Fire Festival." Chen Zili nodded in approval, "Actually, the Qiqi people have a strong spirit in their bones, but I have never read a book, so it's hard to say. What’s this energy about, but they are all kind and honest and hospitable.”
After hearing this, the blind man sighed in his heart, but he could not hold back any words because he had not read thousands of books.
"It's better to find an inn first." Chen Yun suggested.
"It's not far, the inn is right in front." Chen Zili drove the carriage slowly forward.
The bell writes on the palm: "Do gods also feel lonely?"
The blind man scratched his head: "Can a god feel 'lonely'... Maybe it's not so much a god, but closer to a 'human being'."
Bell thought thoughtfully and wrote: "He is afraid of loneliness, so why is he unwilling to go out and make friends?"
The blind man thought for a moment: "Maybe it's because of 'fear'."
"afraid of what?"
"Afraid of being hurt by others." What he said was quite empathetic.
Because he was "scared" like this too.
The carriage and horses arrived at the center of the town slowly, but as if they were strolling. Not far away, a wooden pile as big as the mouth of a sea bowl was slightly shriveled, standing high up. There were also a lot of cracks on the pile body, but they were not deep, but rather than It was a wooden stake, rather a flagpole, because there was a large flag at the top that was blown by the rough sand and fluttered in the wind.
The flag is white, but it can still be seen that it is a yellow flag, a flag that represents the color of the desert.
Perhaps this is the origin of the name Zhuangqi Town.
The houses on both sides of the town center are low and the streets are slightly wider. After the horses' hooves clattered forward, Chen Zili let out a "shu~".
Two young brown horses stopped at the door of the inn, snoring and smelling the smell of boiled mutton coming from the inn.
"Old Song, how many more rooms are there?" Chen Zili got off the carriage and opened the door and shouted.
"You know what I'm asking, but now is not the time for business. There must be a lot of empty rooms. Haven't you seen that I rely on the mutton restaurant to make extra money?" The man in sheepskin fur gnawed on the dried steamed buns, which were filled with cooked meat. of pitted milk angustifolia.
"That's alright, you guys. There are a lot of vacancies. Take your pick." Chen Zili stood aside.
The blind man landed lightly, and so did the bell,
Then Lingdang helped Chen Yuntaoer and her daughter get off the bicycle frame.
When the four of them entered the door, Lao Song called out: "Lan'er!"
"Coming, coming." I heard his voice before I saw him, but his voice was hearty and bold.
As soon as the door curtain was opened, a girl wearing a thick red coat came out of the kitchen. The girl was delicate and beautiful, but her frame was not slim but rather strong. Her style was also a bit rough, because she was holding a handle in her hand. The bone-cutting knife was stained with bloody foam from broken flesh and bones.
After the girl saw the guest, she quickly put the knife in her back waistband.
"Come here, please." She made a "please" gesture, but she still took more care of the blind man. "Be careful, there are steps here."
The blind man nodded and thanked the girl for her kindness: "Thank you."
"It's okay." The girl smiled cheerfully and led the four people up to the second floor.
Several people chose a room. Chen Yun and Tao'er shared a room, and the blind man and Ling Dang were on both sides.
He didn't have any luggage, but after sitting on the bed for a while, the blind man went out and went downstairs.
"Shopkeeper Song, is there a blacksmith shop or a place that sells weapons in the town?" The blind man asked Lao Song.
He wanted to buy a knife for Lingdang, or make a knife.
"Yes, when you get to the flagpole, go to the left." Lao Song replied, but then he thought about the blind man and asked, "Is this convenient for you?"
"It's okay, it's quite convenient." The blind man's brain imaging was still on.
"Okay, sir, if you want to buy weapons, you'd better wait until tomorrow. Today is the Fire Festival, and everyone is preparing to celebrate." Lao Song reminded.
"Well...it's a holiday." The blind man scratched the tip of his nose.
I thought to myself.
[Otherwise, let’s take Ling Ding to the town for some fun. It’s really tiring and distressing to practice sword practice all the time. 】
A blind man is not a piece of wood;
He also knew that he felt sorry for Ling Ding.
But also a little melancholy.
"How many more days can I stay?"
