() Found the way home!

Without the signs along the road, it took them a while to return to the camp.

From a distance, there was only a car, but no palm. Chang Dong was stunned and walked a few steps. When he got closer, he realized that the palm was curled up under the car, sleeping soundly, and not awake.

Changdong was a little disgusted. When he left yesterday, he was afraid that the palm of the car would enter the car and touch and press it randomly, so he locked the car door... Unexpectedly, the two of them would be delayed for a night. The palm of the car must be strong at night and felt cold. He really had nowhere to go, so he retreated under the car.

Even if a person loses his mind, his instinct to warm up when he goes to cold is still there.

He shouted, opened the car door, checked the satellite phone as soon as possible, and the search star had returned to normal. Fei Tang obviously had made many calls.

Changdong called back, said a few words to Fei Tang, then turned around to greet Ye Liuxi: "Let's go, let's talk about it later."

The off-road vehicle's fuel was quite powerful, and it supported the car onto the provincial road and ran for a long time... After the engine was turned off, he waited on the side of the road for about half an hour, and Fei Tang's car rushed over.

Changdong and Ye Liu rolled on the ground in the past two days. They were used to seeing each other's embarrassing appearance, but they didn't feel anything. Now a fat Tang came, dressed brightly and her hair was neatly combed with a comb, and immediately compared how dirty they were.

Changdong patted the gray sand on his collar and felt that what he needed most urgently at the moment was not supplies, but a hot bath.

Fei Tang is indeed a little clever. His first sentence recently was: "Brother Dong, I didn't get through a few phone calls, but I still called at different times... Is it the same as last time again?"

"yes."

"Nothing happened..."

He suddenly widened his eyes: Hey, besides Ye Liuxi, why does it seem like there is one more person in the car?

Changdong pulled down the spoon and Fei Tang's pancake mutton soup was considered useless, but he didn't recognize it: "Who is this person?"

"The person who lost his teeth... you have been in the big tent. Have you ever made friends?"

It is said that making friends is not worthy, but someone did exchange numbers with him so that he could have "business deals" in the future.

Changdong expected this, and Fei Tang was a little embarrassed: "Know one or two."

Chang Dong sighed relieved: "Try to contact me to see if this person has any fellow villagers or friends, so as to send him back."

After solving the problem of taking the spoon, Changdong took off the spare oil barrel from Fei Tang's car and asked Fei Tang to help move it to the roof of the car. He then took the hose and inserted it into the bucket. He sucked out oil with his mouth on the other end of the hose. When it was not released, he immediately blocked the pipe mouth with his fingers and inserted it into the oil tank mouth... Now many cars have anti-theft devices at the fuel tank mouth, and only oil guns can be used. He just considers that his car has many opportunities to use oil without oil guns in the wild, so he disassembled the device so that he could use oil at any time by using this siphon method.

On the side, Ye Liuxi showed Fei Tang the photo of the aerial camera: "It looks like a road, and there are shadow puppet coffin dirt platforms on both sides. What do you think it looks like?"

Fei Tang's scalp was numb, and he swallowed: "The shadow puppet coffin... are there on both sides?"

“All.”

Fei Tang was glad that it was broad daylight now, away from the White Dragon Pile, so he only asked him to see the photos, and did not force him to see the actual objects on the spot.

"I can't tell this. There is only one way, there is no beginning or end, no reference."

Ye Liuxi said: "You can't use your imagination? Just think that this road is taken out alone. Don't think about the modern road, go to the Han Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty. What does this road look like?"

Fei Tang dared not ignore it.

He stared at the photo: "This... the road, there was a road in the Qin Dynasty, and a tree was planted three feet apart... Then the man didn't put a dirt platform... the shadow puppet coffin, and no one died, if the shadow puppet people stood up..."

He suddenly blurted out: "Like Sima Dao."

Changdong controlled the hose in his hand and asked him: "What is Sima Dao?"

Fei Tang said: "Brother Dong, you don't know... You live in Great Xi'an at least, and you haven't been to Qianling before?"

"without."

Fei Tang lost his words, and after a while, he was disappointed: "It's the place where Wu Zetian and her husband were buried together. As soon as they entered, there was a Sima Road, also called Shidao, which led to the tomb. It was more than four kilometers long. There were many stone people on both sides of the road, also called Shi Wengzhong. Oh, by the way, Shi Wengzhong has ten pairs, exactly twenty."

Speaking of Weng Zhong, Fei Tang became excited: "In ancient times, there were often stones in front of the tombs of emperors and ministers, Weng Zhong was often placed, divided into civil and military officials, and civil and military officials held swords. I have also read the introduction in Shaanxi Bo... This shadow puppet was lying in the coffin. If it stands up, it will be like a skinny Weng Zhong."

Chang Dong said: "Shi Wengzhong is in common sense. The stone statue is wear-resistant and not easy to damage. It can be preserved after thousands of years of wind and rain... Is it a year to get a skinny Wengzhong, put on cloth clothes, and put it on that?"

Fei Tang said: "So he put it in the coffin and built a dirt platform to bury it."

Falling is also a reason, but it sounds a bit logical.

Changdong looked at Ye Liuxi, and the two of them looked at each other, and the same thoughts turned into their minds.

If it is really Sima Dao, the road leads to the tomb, then Yumen Pass is not a large tomb?

Changdong decided to temporarily evacuate for several days.

First, the two of them have been struggling these days and they really need to rest; second, they have learned lessons these two times, so when they go in again, they have to prepare some tools.

When she talked to Ye Liuxi, she had no objection: "Then can I go and pick up the car?"

Most of her assets, the broken van, were left in the Kumtag Desert.

Changdong's words made her dream: "No, follow the Harrow Highway to Hami, in two directions."

Of course, you can also go down to withdraw Luobu Town, but Hami is much larger than Luobu Town and has more supplies. It borders Inner Mongolia and Gansu, making it more convenient to enter and exit.

Ye Liuxi sighed. After getting on the bus again, she hid in the passenger seat, took out the money in her bag, and counted it carefully.

Less than seven hundred.

I don’t know how many days I will stay in Hami, stay, meals, and buy some things...

Changdong was concentrating on driving, and occasionally looked at her, and paused and said, "When I arrived at Hami, I will help you pay for the accommodation."

"Why?"

"You never stayed in a hotel, you always stayed in the car. I asked you to leave your car in the desert."

Ye Liuxi thought for a while and said, "It's not necessary. The car is there. I have more money for accommodation, but at the same time I save gas, which is worth it. However, you should treat me to a meal every day, preferably with meat."

Chang Dong glanced at her: "Why?"

"If you go into the White Dragon Pile again, don't you need to release my blood? Can you still get money if you donate blood?"

"Okay, then I'll have lunch together from now on."

Ye Liuxi nodded and turned to look out the window. The ridges of Gobi Mountain were stacked, and there was only a gap between the lower clouds.

This way, her budget is much more abundant.

Changdong put a crack in the car window beside him. It was the warmest time of the day, and the wind blowing was as good as the person.

I arrived in Hami in the afternoon and found a hotel to stay in. The hotel is not expensive and the price-performance ratio is quite high.

Changdong had a headache at first and felt that he might have to bring a palm to live in a room. Who knew that Fei Tang came to him and said that he had contacted him. The villager who was in charge happened to be in the local area and lived near the jade market. He wanted to take advantage of the newly picked stones and could send the person there.

Very good, finally I can get a quiet place.

After sending the spoon away, Changdong took a shower quickly and rinsed the hot water. It was so good that it was so good. After washing, it came out to boil water. There was probably something wrong with the kettle and it didn't boil for a long time. Changdong called the front desk and quickly apologized and said he would change it immediately.

In less than five minutes, someone knocked on the door outside. Chang Dong was shaving with shaving foam and opened it.

Ye Liuxi stood at the door holding a kettle.

Changdong turned off his razor and looked at her for a long time: "Have you found a job again?"

"Part-time job, I will make a house on this floor tomorrow, and I will give you a pot."

She came straight in, turned into the bathroom and filled the kettle with water, then found the socket to plug it in. After shaving her whiskers, she washed off the foam on her face, and wiped it dry with a towel.

After waiting for a while, the buzzing sound of the electric kettle running normally came.

Ye Liuxi quickly put away the old kettle. Before leaving, he suddenly remembered something: "If you want to wash clothes, there are washing machines downstairs, public, and laundry detergent, so you have to operate it yourself."

Changdong washed his panties and socks and hung them in the house. He took the remaining large clothes downstairs with a laundry bag.

The laundry room was very remote. After asking the front desk, I found out that I was going to enter the workshop and turned at the end of a corridor... Maybe it was because the hotel was not planned well when I built it, leaving behind this awkward space, so I made a self-service laundry room.

The lights were very dim, there was only a drum washing machine inside, there were several stacks of plastic stools next to it, laundry detergent was placed on the table in the corner, several magazines were stored, and there was also an indoor clothes drying rack, and several work clothes were hung on it.

Changdong stuffed his clothes into the drum and pressed the automatic laundry. The laundry time set by the previous guest was 45 minutes, and he defaulted on it.

Calculate the time, it is too troublesome to get back to the room and get it down. It is better to go out and take it around, wait until the clothes are washed before coming back, and take it upstairs along the way.

He walked out of the hotel.

When summer comes, there will be a night market here, which is very lively and not inferior to Huimin Street and Dunhuang Night Market. But now, the air is dry and I walked several streets in a row, and I was quiet.

When I met a fruit stall that was still open, I bought some grapes and pears. The owner kept recommending cantaloupe to him: "One petal can be sold, it is sweet and fragrant, or you can help you peel it into pieces, put it in a box, and eat it with a toothpick."

Changdong bought a box.

When I returned to the hotel, I looked at the time. It was seven or eight minutes away. I suddenly felt annoyed and didn't want to wait any longer: at worst, I could turn off the washing machine and just take out the clothes and wring them out.

He turned around at the end of the corridor and suddenly saw Ye Liuxi.

She sat on a plastic stool, holding a laundry bag's clothes, and looked at the clothes in the drum very carefully. Her freshly washed hair was wet and very appropriate, and water droplets were sliding off the tips of her hair.

Actually, there is nothing good to look at. The white laundry foam hit the glass surface and was quickly swept away by a new round of rinsing.

The last time I saw a similar expression on her face was when she was stewing the soup.

Ye Liuxi will appear particularly lonely when she calms down, and Changdong would rather her be more troublesome.

He walked over and took two plastic stools, one sitting on his own, and the other buying fruit.

"Eat fruit."

He signaled to the washing machine again: "My clothes are almost washed."

Ye Liuxi nodded, broke off a bunch of fork from the grapes, peeled off each of them carefully, and then put them into his mouth.

The lights were dim and the washing machine was washed with a monotonous and dull rhythm. Changdong had finished washing, and hung up his clothes on the drying rack, and helped Ye Liuxi set up the clothes. She couldn't use this kind of touch screen washing machine. When asked, she didn't want to wait too long, so she chose a 15-minute quick wash.

Anyway, it wasn't long, Changdong accompanied her to wait. When he came out, he passed by the front desk and through the floor-to-ceiling glass, Changdong saw the parking lot and subconsciously said: "Fei Tang hasn't come back yet."
Chapter completed!