Seeing that Uncle Deng is so bold, I also picked up the bowl, but I just gave a tentative mouthful. I used to run around the world as a truck driver and drank milk wine several times, but it didn’t give me a good impression. The entrance is a strong smell of cattle and sheep, and the stamina is still big, easy to catch. But the milk wine provided by Uncle Deng has subverted my previous understanding of milk wine. It smells a little bit of milk, which is very soft. When drinking it, it is first sour and sweet, and then the aroma of the wine is mellow.
In order to show boldness, I also followed Uncle Deng's appearance, drank the milk wine in the bowl in one sip, and immediately felt the fragrance, mellow, sweet and refreshing in my mouth.
"Why are there so many Han people in your village?" Wu Zhengping asked, cutting a piece of mutton.
This is also what I am curious about. Before coming to Xinjiang, I did some understanding. The proportion of Han people in Xinjiang is very small, and most of the Han people live in some large cities, such as such remote and sparsely populated villages. The Han is a strange thing, and now he says that more than 90% of the entire village is Han, which is even more puzzling.
Uncle Deng put down his chopsticks, drank another bowl of milk wine, and said, "Do you know the sand people?"
I immediately said, "I know, I mean the farmers who plant the land on the sand fields."
Uncle Deng glanced at me and smiled, and said: "What you said is only a literal understanding."
Zhang Ling pondered and said, "Uncle, are you saying that the people in the village are descendants of the Kuomintang and the Democratic Party?"
Uncle Deng praised: "You still have knowledge. I am indeed a descendant of the Kuomintang troops."
Zhang Ling's spirit was shocked, put down his wine bowl and said, "Isn't the incident involving sand people in Xinjiang..."
Before Zhang Ling finished speaking, Uncle Deng waved his hand and said, "Our ancestors have nothing to do with the Sands incident. If this matter is said to be a long story, everything must start in 1940..."
Seeing that Uncle Deng’s chat box was about to open, the three of us immediately took it seriously, put down the dishes and listened to him attentively.
Uncle Deng said: "In 1940, the 14th Dalai Lama was selected as a Lingtong in Qinghai to enter Tibet. At that time, the Chongqing National Government designated the Qinghai naval lords to send a battalion to escort the 14th Dalai Lama. ·When the lama was escorted to the destination from Xining to Lhasa, in order to ensure the safety of the soul boy, he announced that he would withdraw his troops.
In fact, most people stayed. At that time, my grandfather was one of them. "
"You mean you are descendants of the National Army who escorted the soul boy at that time?" I asked in surprise.
Uncle Deng nodded and said, "You can say so."
Zhang Ling asked puzzledly: "But the escort at the time was supposed to be in Lhasa. Even if they were finally released and returned to agriculture, they should be placed near Lhasa. Why did they come to such a remote place?"
"Girl, you still don't know the history of Tibet." Uncle Deng took out the pot with a pipe and was ready to light it. I immediately took out the cigarette I brought with me and handed it over, and said, "Uncle taste this."
Uncle Deng blushed, and his eyes sparkled because he had drunk. He nodded at me, took the cigarette, lit it, took a sip, and continued: "The **** at that time was very chaotic, and the various forces were in a canine tooth. My grandfather and his team have been secretly kept until 1950 when the People’s Liberation Army began its march on the snow-covered plateau. When my grandfather saw that the Kuomintang and the Democratic Party had gone, the troops withdrew from Lhasa. The original intention was to withdraw to ** Bay. , But the whole country was liberated at that time. At that time, the **** advocated that they would ****, and the troops also had a hint of illusion. They came to Lop Nur and lurked first. As time went on, the original intention of going to Taiwan was It became impossible, and in the end I had to take root in this place."
"Did you ever think about going back to your hometown?" Zhang Ling asked.
"Why didn't you think about it, but not long after the country was liberated, the Cultural Revolution began, and he didn't dare to go back because of my grandfather's background."
"In that case, your ancestors have lived here for more than 70 years." I couldn't help sighing.
"No, we moved here for only ten years. We didn't live here before."
"Then where do you live?" I blurted out.
Uncle Deng sighed and said, "There is no official name for that place, but we call it Jumi."
I asked in a puzzled way: "The name is so strange. Your ancestors were all Han Chinese. Why did you name such a strange name?"
Uncle Deng said: "Kumi is one of the ancient Western Regions. The place where we live belongs to the territory of Kumi, that's why we have such a name."
Zhang Ling asked: "Then why don't you stay in custody
Up? "
"Because a monster appeared there."
Uncle Deng’s words made my heart move and I immediately asked: "What monster is it?" Uncle Deng looked at me strangely, seemingly unable to figure out why we would react so excited after hearing the word "monster".
I am indeed very excited, because we came to Lop Nur to look for monsters and non-human beings. And the monster in Uncle Deng's mouth is probably the water ape we are looking for.
Uncle Deng pondered for a moment, and said: "We don't know what the specific monster is, because we haven't seen it either."
"Then how do you know it's a monster?"
"Because those things moo and moo like cows at night, and the sound comes from under the ground. It's very scary."
I immediately heard the key words "those" from Uncle Deng's words. This shows that the monsters called underground are not one or two, but many. If the screaming is the water ape, it means that there are many Qiqiao Linglong Xin.
Wu Zhengping, who has not spoken all the time, said: "You guys don't leave just because of those strange calls, right?"
Uncle Deng nodded and said, "Yes, our ancestors have lived in Kumi for more than 60 years. They were not willing to leave after saying that they left. Moreover, it is on the Gobi Desert in Lop Nur. It is very difficult to find a suitable place to live."
"Then what caused you to leave in the end?"
"Because of the curse, someone brought the devil back to Kumi."
"What is the curse? Who brought the devil back to Kumi?"
Uncle Deng poured a bowl of milk wine and frowned towards the blue sky outside the window. He seemed to be reminiscing about events many years ago. Perhaps because the incident was so terrible and weird, that furry oozes from his bronzed face. A layer of fine sweat.
After a long time, he sighed leisurely and said: "The whole thing is too weird. I didn't believe it if I told you. Let's forget it."
Zhang Ling said hurriedly: "Uncle Deng, it doesn't matter whether we believe it or not. You can tell a ghost story. We like to hear anything about Lop Nor."
I was also busy talking, saying: "Yes, Uncle Deng, just tell me. I have loved listening to ghost stories since I was a kid."
Uncle Deng scanned our faces and said, "Well, then, you will listen to me whenever I say it. It's all up to you."
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