When Zhang Ling and Jia Sidao heard the sound and ran out of the tent, the mudslides on the mountain were already rushing down, and tree after tree fell one after another. The mudslides should have flowed down toward the left and right ditches, but there was a stream from the hillside. The center rushed down, pointing straight to the camp.
Jia Sidao said loudly, "The mudslides are coming, everyone quickly pack up the important things!"
We rushed into our tent to rescue important items. When Dayan and I came out of the tent holding things, a mudslide had already rushed to our eyes.
Dayan and I rolled on the spot, and then the mudslide that ran off the road occupied the original place of the tent, and continued to rush down for nearly a hundred meters before stopping.
"It's so risky!" Big Eye said gratifyingly.
At this time, Zhang Ling and Jia Sidao had packed their things and got out of the tent. Jia Sidao looked up to the top of the mountain and said, "The second wave of debris flow is about to take shape again. We must evacuate immediately."
In a hurry, the four of them simply packed their luggage and left the platform at the fastest speed. Following Jia Sidao's previous suggestion, they went west for more than 300 meters and came to the center of the tree burial group.
In the tree burial group, the mudslides are still rampant and domineering, but they are all blocked by these weird trees, but after a few meters they are divided into trickles, and there is no more domineering.
Zhang Ling asked: "Master, how do you know this is a safe location?"
Jia Sidao said faintly: "This area is originally a high-prone area of mudslides. Rocks and mountains are prone to mudslides. However, there are many tree burial groups that have a history of hundreds of years. They can always maintain an undamaged shape. It means that the root system of these strange plants is stronger than the root system of the cypress, so it should be safer here."
Watching the mudslides constantly scouring the platform and lining up on it, the platform gradually became flatter and wider. After seeing this scene, I realized that the original platform was actually made of mudslides.
Jia Sidao said: "It's finally safe, but everyone can only sleep in this forest tonight."
Cold storms and rain ravaged the whole world. We found spare tents from our backpacks and built them up against the wind and rain. Then the four people huddled together and stayed up all night until dawn.
The mountain road is steep, and the road is extremely slippery after the rain,
Even if he wears special spiked shoes for climbing, he still takes one step forward and slides back half a step.
The deeper you go, the more uninhabited you are, but the mountains are fresh and fresh, the plants after the rain glow shining green, and the birds circle the forest. By adding a lot of fun, the group of people walks hard but feels no pain.
It was another day of arduous trekking. As the dusk approached, smoke rose in front of him. Zhang Ling said joyfully, "There are people, there are people ahead."
Going forward, I reached the bottom of an unknown peak. Sure enough, there was a village in the valley. The homes of more than one hundred households were of Tibetan style. A winding path passed through the village and led directly to the quiet part of the valley.
Ever since we entered Hoh Xil, we have always been walking in places with rare human traces. Now that we have people, we all walked quickly toward the village with joy and joy.
The first person we met was a grazing girl. She stood by the entrance of the village cutely, waving a whip weakly in her hand, wearing a fiery red pulu robe and headscarf, reflecting the light of the western sky and the white sheep under the clouds. The group is as gorgeous as an indescribable splash-ink painting.
The sheep had already returned to the village in a regular manner, but she still looked at the east with some dismay, as if waiting for someone. With big eyes smiling from ear to ear, she just stepped forward to say hello. The girl saw the stranger, and with a "Yeah", she chased the flock with a whip, leaving us with a slight sign. Thin and slender figure.
When we arrived in the village, all the men, women and children in the village ran out to watch us. Their costumes had strong Tibetan characteristics and unique styles.
Jia Sidao stepped forward and spoke to an older Tibetan in Tibetan, but the Tibetan responded sharply.
Jia Sidao was taken aback for a moment, then turned and walked back. We asked him what he said just now and what the other party said again. Jia Sidao said that he wanted to stay here and asked if he could make it easier, but he couldn't understand what the other party said, but he could conclude that the other party was speaking ancient Tibetan.
We couldn't communicate with the other party in words, and the other party was not very friendly, so we had to give up our plan to stay in the village, and then started to set up a tent by a small river outside the village.
People in the village would come to see us from time to time. Jia Sidao and Zhang Ling tried to communicate with them in Tibetan, but found that they were almost
Play the piano on the cow.
But we can still see disgust and unwelcome from their faces.
When it was time for dinner, the people in the village seemed to have made an appointment in advance, and suddenly they broke up and closed their doors. The original lively village suddenly appeared lonely and desolate.
Seeing the wind blowing the leaves around and the grass trembling, my mood suddenly fell again. Big Eye said: "Why are people here like this."
Jia Sidao disagreed, saying: "They speak ancient Tibetan. It can be seen that they rarely interact with the outside world, so they have a high degree of defense against outsiders, and it is normal to not welcome us."
Big Eye said: "Then shall we change places? It would be embarrassing to wait for them to drive us."
Jia Sidao looked at the assault rifle on the shoulder of Big Eye and said, "They dare not. Although they are isolated from the world, they also know how powerful the gun is. So they won't touch this brow."
I asked: "God father, what kind of race are they?"
Jia Sidao smiled and said: "I don't even understand what they are saying, how do I know what kind of ethnicity they are. However, it is close to the habitat of the Goba tribe, and they should know where the Goba tribe lives."
Big Eyes said with joy: "So, we finally reached our destination!"
"Eight or nine do not leave ten." Jia Sidao said.
We set up the tent and started cooking. Zhang Ling and Jia Sidao did not help. Instead, they used computer notebooks seized from Mao's family to find information about ancient Tibetan.
I put a pot on the big eye to make a fire and boiled water. Because there was no dry firewood, I poured some gasoline, and I wanted to improve the taste, so I went to the river to catch fish.
There are a lot of fish in the river. I caught one and threw it to the shore. When I caught five or six, when I was about to go ashore, I looked up and saw a Tibetan child picking up my fish.
I dashed ashore, and the Tibetan kid picked up the fish and ran away. I chased him a few steps and stopped him, trying to show a amiable smile, and said, "My kid, do you want to eat fish?"
The Tibetan child looked muddy, as if he had just had a good time playing somewhere. A pair of small eyes stared at me, two small fish-holding hands hidden behind his back, and his face showed a pair of kills and won’t pay me back. Fish expression.
I stepped aside and said, "You go."
The little boy glared at me and said, "Parusha!"
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