Dupu took a car for more than twenty hours in a row, from Wushi to Kashi, Yingjisha, and then transferred to Mutun, located on the western edge of the Tarim Basin, where the Tianshan Mountains and Kunlun Mountains meet.

Unfortunately, the train to Mutun at Yingjisha Station will take an hour and a half to leave.

Dupu chose to go around the street and pass the time, and move his stiff body while sitting.

There are shops selling knives on the street, and there are various famous knives advertisements on the signs.

Dupu didn't want to buy any knives. First, he couldn't afford the knives that were a little famous; second, he couldn't take them back even if he bought them, and he couldn't pass the security check.

But at the corner of the street, his eyes accidentally drifted to a street stall.

Hum? A mini fruit knife that costs 10 a quick buck?

When I think of the fruits produced in China, fragrant pears, pomegranates, and cantaloupes...

He immediately squatted in front of the stall, stretched out his hand to pull various mini knives placed randomly.

The knife has different shapes. The handles are mostly wood and look very rough. They are not as good as the handles of the store, such as horny, copper and silver, but that's another price.

10. It’s not easy to buy the fine selection of materials, the exquisite workmanship, and the shape and patterns and beautiful appearance.

He pulled a few times in the pile of knives and saw a fruit knife the size of a nail clipper. The blade was painted black and covered with rust, the edge of the knife had no edge, the handle of the knife was of the same color, without any patterns or patterns. There was a small thin chain on the handle of the knife, and a small black square wooden sign at the end of the chain.

Pick it up casually.

The thin chain was gently pulled and broke suddenly.

Dupu's heart tightened. Could it be that he was tricked?

The stall owner spoke in poor Chinese and raised ten fingers at him, "Ten."

Fortunately! Dupu was too open-minded and took out ten yuan readily, took out the fruit knife and left.

When he walked to a trash can, he threw away the useless black knife, looked at the black tag in his hand, rubbed it hard with his thumb, rubbed it away a little dust and stains, and could vaguely see the subtle patterns.

antique?

He believed in one principle: If an apple fell from the sky, it would be a poisonous apple.

Dupu shook his head mockingly, raised his hand and wanted to throw away the small black hang tag. He waved his arm halfway, and he hesitated for a moment and reached out to take out a fake cow bone hanger from his pocket.

This small pendant was sold to him by a seven or eight-year-old Kirgiz boy during the parking lot in Kashiro. It costs only three yuan.

Dupu thought it was a good deed, so he bought it and put it in his pocket, and forgot to throw it away for a while.

This rope is just right at this time.

I took off the fake cow bone sling and threw it away.

I put this small black wooden hang tag on the rope, tied it around my neck, reached out and touched it, and I was quite satisfied, with a bit of mysterious smell.

Finally got to the departure.

There were not many travelers on the bus, and seven or eight people were sitting in a scattered manner.

As for the scenery along the way, Dupu was quite rare when he took the bus on the first day. There were large wild birch forests, poplar forests and pine forests, with golden or fiery red leaves. Clear rivers rushing along the canyon, surrounded by steep mountains, and some distant mountains can see white snow. There is also the mysterious boundless vastness!

After seeing it, Dupu was too lazy to see it, and squinted his eyes and slept.

The vehicles occasionally bump, and there are almost no other vehicles on the road except for the large trucks that tow coal.

A college student couple was very energetic. The young man frequently showed his erudition and explained along the way, "If you want to go to Central Asia from here, you can only go to the Pamir Plateau from this gap to go out."

"After going to the Pamir Plateau, there are two major roads to walk. Go north to the Fergana Basin. After arriving in Samarkand, it will be the plains. It will be very convenient to go to Europe."

The girl was even more like a chicken blood injection, chattering along the way and asking questions. Occasionally, she approached the market town and saw an old man in a small hat driving a donkey cart or a woman wearing a veil, and took a camera and took a "click" to shoot.

Half a dream and half awake, Dupu suddenly felt a heat in his nose, as if there was a warm liquid flowing down.

He reached out and touched his hand and had a bleeding nose.

Holding the grass! Altitude sickness. He cursed lowly, raised his head, took out the toilet paper and rolled it into two thin strips, stuffed it into his nostrils. When he lowered his head, he saw a drop of nose blood falling accurately on the black hang tag.

He reached out to wipe it with a conditioned reflex.

As soon as a few fingers touched the tag, the tag suddenly emitted a dizzying and dazzling light.

But what shocked him was that the black tag in his hand disappeared out of thin air, as if it was melted by the strange light. At the same time, a stream of wonderful and unspeakable heat flowed into his chest...

Dupu almost suspected that he was his illusion.

But the young girl sitting in the back row asked her boyfriend, "It seemed like a strong light flashed just now. Did you see it?"

The young man replied gentlely: "Altitude sickness can lead to hypoxia and dizziness. It's normal, Darling! Come on, drink some water and take a pill..."

Dupu was frightened. The first time in his life he hoped that he had been sick, it was altitude sickness. When his eyes glancing at the Gobi Desert beside the road, his eyes suddenly penetrated the rough gravel that was full of stones and could not grow in a single grass.

His eyes were like X-rays, penetrated layers of coarse sand and gravel, and even hid under the surface and waited for rain to resurrection of the roots and rhizomes of drought-tolerant plants such as red willows and camel thorns, which could be seen clearly.

Going further down, he saw something, the underground fault dozens of meters below the surface.

Those faults contract to form folds, which are as nauseating as the endometrium of the sheep.

Go down...

His head suddenly became dizzy and his eyes turned black.

His heart suddenly beat faster, and his strong depression made him breathe rapidly, his face pale, and he instantly sweated coldly...

The young man in the back row patted his shoulder, "Brother! Is it okay?"

He was weak and raised his hand and signaled, "Thank you, it's okay, you'll have a high rebellion, just take a break."

It took a few minutes before he slowly recovered.

I felt scared in my heart and didn't even dare to open my eyes.

I kept forcing myself to close my eyes until the vehicle turned a few turns and stopped slowly.

"I'm here to stop." The driver shouted several times in Chinese and Uyghur.

Dupu sat in his seat, slowly opened his eyes nervously, and did not even dare to look at the ground. He half raised his head and walked off the minibus with a strange figure.

At this point, his mind was still covered in a mess.

He kept comforting himself, "It's altitude reversal, altitude reversal..."

"Xiao Puzi? Is it you?" A middle-aged man walked towards him.

"Uncle Bing! It's me, Dupu." Dupu accelerated his pace in surprise and met him.

"Haha! I haven't seen each other for four or five years, and I've grown so tall. I've become a handsome guy! Not bad! Not bad!" The man patted his shoulder hard.

Dupu knows what he looks like. Nowadays, the word "handsome guy" is almost the standard name for all young men, just like the full name of a girl "beautiful girl".

With a fair evaluation of himself, he felt that he looked ordinary, neither ugly nor handsome, 1.73 meters tall, his facial features were considered straight, his eyes, nose, and mouth were pretty, but his two thick black eyebrows made him miss the beautiful.

"Where are my parents, they are okay." Dupu looked around.

"Don't worry, your parents are well and in good health, they always think about you. Recently, there was a small problem with the cotton field they contracted. They rushed to get the medicine, and they couldn't do it. Your father called me to pick you up."

"I heard that the prospects for cotton planting this year are not very good?" Dupu took his eyes in a little disappointed manner.

"Haha! The rainfall in the Xinjiang region in April and May this year is relatively high. In Mutun, it has also suffered a little low temperature and hail disaster, which has an impact on the growth point of cotton. However, it is not a big deal. If the climate is normal in the later stage, the impact of yield will not be too great."

Yang Bingzhao took out the car key with a slight show of showing off and pressed it lightly with a "up" sound.

A white Toyota SUV headlight flashed.

"Uncle Bing, it's not bad! A luxury car!" Dupu actually knew that Yang Bingzhao bought a second-hand Toyota, but he was enthusiastic about picking him up, so it was necessary to cooperate to complete the show-off.

"Haha! Second-hand ones, but I only ran 30,000 kilometers in five years, which is basically 60,000 yuan new. My friend only sells it for the sake of face." Yang Bingzhao said while opening the car door, "However, I have booked a new car and can pick up the goods in more than ten days, but it is still a SUV..."

Dupu got his driver's license in his sophomore year, but he never got it and didn't know much about the car. He wanted to cooperate, but he couldn't take it.

Yang Bingzhao started the fire, "Why stay in the county for one night today and I will treat you to a local specialty dish and I will send you there tomorrow?"

Dupu could hear the obvious polite words, so he shook his head and thanked him, "I really want to see my parents now, and I don't want to delay a minute."

"That's right! I haven't seen your parents for several years. Brother Du said, "My mother, I secretly put your photos under the pillow and took them out for a long time."

Dupu felt a stir in his heart.

"Since you come to Mutun, you won't leave immediately. Next time, next time you go to the city, uncle, please invite you." Yang Bingzhao looked at Dupu, "It's time to find a job after graduation."

Dup answered honestly: "Boys who graduated from the Department of Economics and Management are not easy to find jobs. They learn nothing and have no specialties. It doesn't matter, but the road they take is very narrow. If you want to take the civil servant path, other science majors are not much worse, and some positions are still relatively competitive..."

Yang Bingzhao interrupted him, "Hey! The daughter of Lao Qiu's family in our village is also a ritual manager. I heard that she is doing well in Shangjing."

"Girls are a little better. After all, they have more education, such as personnel, administration, and assistant jobs, so they can accept low salary at the beginning. The pressure on boys is too high..."

Dupu smiled, "If you don't talk about this, I heard that Uncle Bing's electrical appliance store is open well, and there are two trucks for long-distance transportation, and it's worth tens of millions of dollars. It's the first in our village!"

"Ha! Who is the one who bragging about it? Where can I get tens of millions? Add all my fixed assets to see if there are four millions. Uncle is not well-educated, unlike you young people, tsk, just one high-tech can cost tens of millions of billions..."

Yang Bingzhao talked about the rising spirit, saying that his store mainly sells rice cookers and gas stoves to make money. He also sighed, saying that Dupu's father had to transfer the contracted land and do the electrical appliance business with him. It was not hard and profitable, unlike planting cotton, who were worried about natural disasters and bad market conditions all day long.

"Your dad is stubborn!"

"But it's not as hard as before. You haven't seen it. In the past few years, every time it was the season to pick cotton, hey! The cotton field is crowded with people. Looking around, there are hundreds of people... Hey! There are hundreds of kilograms of rice steaming every day, but there are still no one to hire."

Dupp nodded, "I've used cotton pickers now. I heard from my mother's phone that a handheld cotton picker is more efficient than two or three people."

"What your mother said is the handheld vertical ingot-picking cotton picking machine commonly used by the old men. It has a simple structure and a low cost of the machine. It costs more than 1,000 yuan per unit. It is very cheap. I also sell it in my store, but the picking rate is low and there are many floor-standing cotton cotton, which has a lot of damage to the cotton plant. It is still the strong horizontal ingot-picking cotton picking machine in the old United States. The picking rate is high and fast. It also has a large capacity cotton box and a standard-configured cotton box compaction system. Tsk tsk! It's just too expensive, one or two million yuan per unit!"

More than two hours later, Yang Bingzhao had no extra mental chat.

The sky is getting darker!

The two of them were on the same hillside, with easy parking, and added thick coats.

As night falls, the temperature drops sharply.

The night wind is also particularly fierce.

Sitting in the car, you can hear countless fine sand and gravel rustling, hitting the body of the car.

With several continuous downhills and bumps, Yang Bingzhao slowly slowed down and "arrived."

Under the headlights, Dupu finally saw his mother's thin figure.
Chapter completed!