The next day I was shaken awake by them.
I opened my eyes and was stunned for a while.
Finally I remembered that I had entered the depths of the desert.
Aunt Ram prepared camel milk tea for me: "There is a favorable wind today.
We can reach the oasis before lunch.
If we eat less in the morning, we will have a rich lunch."
Lao Chuai was riding on the camel's back, his face was sallow, his eyes were closed and he didn't say a word.
He had long lost the excitement of the previous days.
The fat man asked him: "What's wrong?
I didn't sleep well yesterday.
I feel homesick."
"Dizzy, I'm dizzy."
Halfway through his words, he lost strength and leaned on the hump as if he was dying.
"It's so new," the fat man laughed.
"I've heard of motion sickness and seasickness.
This is the first time I've seen a real person get sick from camels.
We've been here for several days, why did you just faint today?"
Lao Chuai's face became more and more ugly, and he waved his hand gently, not even having the energy to talk.
Shiry Yang glanced at me and asked Lao Chuai if he wanted to rest first.
He opened his eyes and said with difficulty: "Don't be afraid, it will be fine when we get to the place.
Let's go and leave me alone."
I originally wanted to chat with him about the current situation of the ancient city, but I was afraid that he would be stimulated and his condition would worsen.
In the end, I had to comfort him casually and remind everyone to move forward at full speed.
As the scenery changes, some green plants gradually appear in our field of vision, and the yellow sand under our feet gradually becomes shallow and moist, which is a sign of approaching an oasis.
Aunt Ram pulled off the sand-proof towel and introduced to me: "Green Sea Hub No. 1 is coming soon.
It was only developed two years ago and is now one of the busiest transfer stations on the southern trail."
As she said that, no.
The crisp sound of camel bells came from the distant Gobi.
The aunt smiled and said: "It's really lively, it must be a big caravan."
I looked up and saw a mighty camel caravan heading toward the oasis along the outer reaches of the Gobi.
The other party obviously noticed our presence, and a few small white dots kept waving to us.
I couldn't help but feel worried.
I originally thought that we would be greeted by a deserted city that had been forgotten by mankind for thousands of years.
But now it's better, people are coming and going like a market.
"Hey, there are people with guns on the city wall, seriously."
The fat man took off his hat and looked around.
I looked in the direction he said, and there were indeed several lookout points on the top of the city.
Guards with guns and helmets were guarding the towers.
Looking from a distance, they were particularly energetic.
I asked the guide: "Has there been any trouble on the oasis?
Where are there so many guards?"
She led the camel and while greeting acquaintances setting up stalls on the roadside, she smiled and said: "The construction group's barracks are just ahead, Green Sea The construction is not over yet, so we can just leave.”
We walked around the street for a while, and many vendors along the way enthusiastically offered fruits and local products.
Aunt Ram declined them all.
She secretly said to me: "The rules of this place are, don't touch anything you don't want to buy.
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If you touch it, it's yours."
"Isn't this forced buying and selling?
No one cares."
"This is the middle of the desert, and even God will turn a blind eye."
She hesitated, then lowered her voice and asked, "Auntie has led so many teams, and you will be different from those wild roads at first glance.
What if?
If you have any difficulties, feel free to ask, aunt, I am also a person who has seen the world.”
I rejected the enthusiastic Aunt Ram, found a place to rest, and stuffed the promised red envelope into her hand.
She asked in surprise: "Why, you are really here to travel?"
The fat man asked: "Then what do you think we are here to do?"
The aunt nodded hesitantly and immediately counted out a few Chairman Mao cards: "That's a lot of money.
You can't pay this price to guide ordinary tourists."
We hesitated for a long time, and finally the aunt shyly took back the red envelope.
In exchange, she gave me the saber as a souvenir.
It was a fine Yingisar knife.
The handle was made of sheep's horn and was inlaid with silver flakes and beryl.
The edge of the steel blade was engraved with a string of scriptures, roughly symbolizing happiness and longevity.
I accepted the saber graciously and promised my aunt that I would ask her camel team to lead the way when we return.
After bidding farewell to the guide, Lao Chuai was no longer restrained.
He put down the tea bowl in his hand and asked me about my next move.
"We have no clues yet.
We have to go to the streets to find people to inquire, and it is best to start with the Corps.
They are the first batch of people to arrive here.
If there are really ruins, it is impossible to discover them during the reclamation and construction process.
Of course, we also have to Prepare for the worst.”
"Then we'll look for each other separately.
I'll go walk around the streets first."
Lao Chuai didn't show a trace of frustration.
He picked up his pocket and left the teahouse.
Not to be outdone, the fat man also stood up: "On the way here, I saw a row of antique stalls in the alley.
I went there to inquire."
I told him: "We'll meet at this teahouse later.
If you look at Lao Chuai, I guess he feels bad."
The fat man thought I was nagging, so he chased Lao Chuai away without saying a word.
Shiry Yang sighed and put away the diary: "We have searched for all the written materials we can find.
Let's go to the barracks to inquire.
We hope to find a breakthrough as soon as possible."
I thought about it carefully and found that there is really no other reliable way at the moment.
The two of them came to the street and took a walk.
After walking around for a long time, their backpacks were bulging, but they couldn't find any useful information.
"Most of the residents of Green Sea have just moved here recently, and we are not familiar with the local history.
There is neither an archives nor a museum in the city.
It seems that we can only search in the barracks as you said."
"This is easy to handle.
Fatty and I are both veterans.
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We will go there with condolences later and say we are here to find our comrades."
Shiry Yang rolled his eyes at me, probably thinking that the plan was not thorough enough.
I quickly said it didn't matter, the army was a big family, it didn't matter which division or battalion, we could build a relationship by just talking.
When I was in the engineering team, I also participated in the Gobi reclamation project, and I could definitely tell the story.
She was dubious and couldn't think of a way, so she had to go with me to find the fat man.
We came to the alley that the fat man mentioned.
Before we even got close, we saw that the alley was crowded with people.
It had three floors outside and three floors inside.
It was dusty and crowded.
"I'm telling you, this buddy, you are not honest.
Fat Grandpa has given me the money, why are you running out in the middle of the road and acting wildly?"
Hearing that Fatty was arguing with someone inside, Shiry Yang and I pushed through the crowd and hurried into the alley.
On the small stall facing the street, pottery and jade were scattered all over the floor, and the fat man was fighting with a young man wearing an old military uniform.
There were several people wearing felt hats surrounding them.
One of them, an old man with a curly beard, kept trying to separate the two people.
He spoke non-standard Mandarin and was trying to break up the fight.
Judging by his posture, he must be the stall owner.
I strode forward and pushed the young man away.
When the fat man saw me, he explained loudly: "This kid is unscrupulous.
He insists on robbing the things I bought."
"If I give you money, I'll give you double."
The young man in military uniform looked like he was in his mid-twenties with a tiger-like head and big eyes.
He reached out and took out his wallet, but the fat man stopped him: "There's something wrong with you, haven't I made it clear enough?
I've already bought this thing, and it doesn't matter how much money you pay."
The young man in military uniform blushed and apologized hastily: "Sorry, sorry, I was too anxious.
But I have been looking for this keel for a long time and it is too important to me.
If you are willing to transfer it, everything can be easily discussed."
I know Fatty's temper better than anyone else.
Under normal circumstances, he will never have trouble with money, but if he does, it will be useless even if Mr.
Wang comes that day.
Although the young man was reckless, he would not make the fat man so angry.
I asked the fat man what was going on, and he pulled back his clothes and let me see for myself.
Only then did I realize that he had a shoulder blade the size of a human head stuffed in his arms, with words engraved on the bone.
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