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Northbound Chronicle: Zhang Bei


Starting from Jimingyi, we went straight to Zhangjiakou, where we were ready to have lunch.

Zhangjiakou was just a fort in the Ming Dynasty, Zhangjiakou Fort.

The original function of Zhangjiakou Fort was to be armed, that is, to defend.

From the point of view of the terrain, it is indeed a dangerous place for a husband to be a man.

It was only in the later period that Zhangjiakou Fort gradually changed and became a small commercial city, accompanied by the pains of the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, some people ascended to heaven, and some people drilled grass.

What was once a fortress, and later a concentration of merchants, has now become a city, a city that is unexpectedly large. searched all the way and finally found a noodle restaurant.

The name of the noodle restaurant is interesting, I ordered a bowl of noodles.

The soup was good, so I made an exception and didn't add chili.

You can see a person's attitude towards life from eating noodles.

It was as if I had drunk a drink, and I ate the noodles without stopping.

Sister Yu is the same, I think we probably belong to the supporters of the argument that 'food is only sustaining life'.

The sect leader eats noodles slowly, he is more like enjoying life than food.

Is it better to sustain life, or to enjoy life?

I guess that's a problem.

There is food in the belly, and there is no panic in the heart.

We set off again, all the way to the grassland road with ease.

Before I came, I had heard of the grassland Tianlu, and I thought it would be a scene of the sky and the wilderness, and the wind blowing the grass and seeing the cattle and sheep.

"I'm going to take you guys to see the snow."

The leader said so, but the reality made our ideas fall short.

The north in early spring gave our group a lot of face, and the sun was shining.

The wind is not too strong, and for a person who temporarily lives in the coastal area, such a wind is just ordinary.

But what's going on with the yellow in front of you?

Yes, it's all yellow.

In the south, it is already the season when peaches and plums are fragrant and young grass branches are vying to emerge, but here is still a cold winter scene.

I was a little disappointed, but since I came, I naturally wanted to take this heavenly path.

The long-distance drive was very tiring, so the car changed drivers, Sister Yu rested, and the daughter of the sect leader took the position.

"Driver's license test."

The introduction of the sect leader made my heart chill, and I stole a glimpse of the new driver and found that ......

Some excitement.

Sister Yu sat in the back, just said some precautions for this car, and then began to rest.

And I was also driven to the front passenger seat, and the leader joked: "For the sake of my safety, I will sit in the back." ” The start was a bit slow, but at least I didn't use the accelerator as a brake, so I gradually felt more at ease.

The road is very narrow, and all the way is withered yellow, and some of the withered yellow grass looks as neat as wheat straw.

There were hardly any cars on the road, because at the entrance it was written: temporarily closed.

After choosing a place, everyone got out of the car and started taking pictures.

I was probably the least good at taking pictures, and I felt awkward when I posed, so I was criticized.

There is a slope on the right, and after taking the photo, Xiaobai went down to take a look, and then said that the scenery was good, so I also went down.

The soil was very loose and floating, so I leaned over and pinched the withered yellow grass and smashed it!

This is the North!

Unlike the south, where small bridges and flowing water and drizzle are like silk, which can make the literati flourish, the natural environment here is obviously much harsher.

And those grasses that are like planting, I think they should be used as a means to stabilize the soil, otherwise when the wind blows, the floating soil will go away with the wind and turn into dust.

The slope comes to a steep end at a cliff ahead.

It's like a big canyon out of thin air, no, it can't be called a canyon.

On the way back, I asked the sect leader that this kind of terrain is called Baxia.

You can't see the terrain from both sides of the road, it's like ......

A basin with rolling hills and small rivers below.

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Houses are dotted throughout.

The first impression is one of shock, the shock of a very different landscape.

It's as if a new world suddenly appears in front of your eyes and makes you want to explore it.

We have been here for a long time, and then we are reluctant to continue to set off.

Because the yellow took over, we decided to go somewhere else. - Zhang Bei!

Zhangbei has a long history, and has been changing its belonging in the back and forth between the nomads and the Central Plains, and was once the central capital of the Yuan Dynasty.

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, this was Xinghe Mansion.

Then it experienced a counterattack, recaptured again, returned to the territory of the Ming Dynasty, and became the Xinghe Guardian of the Ming Dynasty.

This is the final point of our trip - the Xinghe Fort in the book!

Xinghebao naturally can't be seen, standing on a high slope looking at Zhangbei County, below is a small river.

The frozen river looks white, and if it weren't for the time constraints, I think I would have gone down and re-experienced the joy of breaking ice by the river as a child.

There are windmills on the top of the slope that generate electricity, and the huge fan blades are blown by the wind and make a whining sound.

Naturally, there are no monuments to be seen here, except for some buildings in the county, the four fields are vast.

"Xing Hebo has cast Jingguan here, let's have one too."

The sect leader proposed, and everyone built a stone pile with stones, and chatted.

It's just that when Yan Niang's eye is mentioned, there is nothing he can do, is it 8000 or Xiaobai carved an eye in the stone, so it's done.

The knight started the live broadcast and asked Sister Yu: "Sister Jazz, is your next book a female frequency?"

” Sister Yu replied seriously: "Yes, female frequency." ” A group of people laughed and leaned back.

Joy is never complicated, the heart is relaxed, all you see is beautiful scenery, and you are naturally happy.

Come with the excitement and return with the excitement!

I think that's the highest level of travel!

We started our journey back, and when we entered a hilly area, I thought this should be the Wild Fox Ridge area back then.

I still remember that the origin of Wild Fox Ridge is that there are many foxes.

The mountains in front of me are undulating, and the fox is nowhere to be seen, just silent.

This is the dividing line between nomadism and farming, and when you enter this place, you are farming.

When nomadism was strong, it was the entrance to the south.

When the Central Plains is strong, this is the exit from the Plug Attack.

Looking at the gray mountains, I have witnessed the rise and fall of thousands of years, and also witnessed countless joys and sorrows.

All the way back to Zhangjiakou, the room has been booked here.

The last day was always a bit reluctant, and then the leader was happy again, because he found that he had lost his coat, and he had lost it at lunchtime, and he had lost it at the noodle shop.

I don't have to worry about the outer clothes, but the ID card inside is a headache.

Fortunately, I was lucky, I was contacted by phone, the clothes were there, and the ID card was also there.

Drinking, chatting all over the world, in the end, there were only three people left, which lasted until more than two o'clock in the morning. …… In order to avoid the rush hour, the next morning, before dawn, we set off to return to Beijing, and thus ended the trip to the north.

Thank you to the sect leader and Sister Yu for their preparation and hospitality.

It was a successful party, but also a joyful party, and I think that no matter how long it takes, it will be found in my memory from time to time and slowly recalled......