Zhang Yang didn't want to stay in the desert for one more minute. When the rescue helicopter arrived, with Arman's accommodation, the helicopter immediately sent Zhang Yang and the others to a nearby city, while Arman stayed in the desert, letting A helicopter sent several car maintenance personnel. In fact, the truck only had a small circuit problem. It was a rare problem that Arman also encountered. They were unlucky. w wW\QuANbEn-XiAoShUo\c om
Of course, the truck's glass also had to be restored. They didn't want to have no place to hide when they encountered wolves again...
Arman's expedition in the desert was not mentioned. When they were in the United States, Zhang Yang and Arman met again, and many unexpected stories happened.
Zhang Yang and the others were sent by helicopter to the TRT closest to the desert. At this place, they contacted the rental car by phone, and after depositing a sum of money into his account, the three of them felt at ease. After all, the taxi driver was very kind, and Zhang Yang didn't want to leave a bad impression on the people of Xinjiang, so it was natural to pay the fare.
Of course, they didn't know that after the shootout, the driver was so scared that he didn't dare to go out for several months. In the days after the shootout, he was interrogated almost every day until it was confirmed that he had nothing to do with the terrorists. Let him out...
"I can finally change into warm clothes, holy shit!" Liu Biao tugged on his clothes and cursed. In this cold winter, no matter how good he is, his body is still cold.
"Haha, let's go!"
Zhang Yang glanced at Liu Biao with a smile. Liu Biao's tall figure was wearing a sheepskin jacket. Wearing a small white round hat on his head and a dagger stuck in his waist, he looked exactly like a Uyghur herdsman.
The three of them came out of the desert. Their clothes were in tatters. They only found out after they came out to buy clothes. In this border town, it was difficult to buy suitable clothes, so the three of them had to buy some ethnic costumes with strong local characteristics.
To Zhang Yang's relief, neither Liu Biao nor Aze's backpacks fell. The only thing that fell was his backpack.
Of course, there is no need to worry even if the three of them have nothing, because now the three of them are covered in gold. Just buying whatever they want is enough for them to sneak into Beijing.
Although they were warm in these clothes, Zhang Yang and Aze always felt awkward. On the contrary, Aze was originally from Xinjiang and looked very natural. No matter how he walked or talked, he was no different from the locals.
Precisely because of A Ze, Zhang Yang and Liu Biao did not make some jokes, and they would not shout for a plate of braised pork head when they went to the restaurant...
The three of them did not rent a car and took a short bus ride without stopping. This was Zhang Yang's idea. A Ze and Liu Biao didn't understand why Zhang Yang had to be so complicated. However, Zhang Yang insisted, and the two of them didn't bother to argue, so they just regarded it as a trip.
Along the way. Zhang Yang rarely spoke. He quietly observed the customs and customs of this place and experienced the simplicity of the people here.
They drank apple leaf tea, red willow leaf tea, "Kastangcai" herbal tea, "Butorg" tea, and also used herbal tea to make milk tea. It adds a sad chapter to China's tea culture, because in many places it is really helpless to drink these teas. Of course, things have improved now, so drinking these teas is a necessity. Instead, it became a kind of nostalgia.
They have a special liking for the bazaar (market). The bazaar here does not have the scale and momentum of the markets in the mainland, nor does it have the luxury and style of the markets in the mainland. However, the charming Western Market has its own charm. It is like a social science textbook with unique taste, containing precious and tried-and-tested social truths. It is also like a vast and vast historical river with different shades. , derived from too many economic affairs and human joys and sorrows...
Bazaar is a mystery. Zhang Yang believes that to understand Xinjiang people, you must understand Bazaar. Get closer and understand more. Although you cannot understand the real life of Xinjiang people, you can still live in Xinjiang's "Bazaar Kingdom" in vain. Ichiban.
Prices here are horribly low. A sheepskin coat may cost tens of yuan, and a finely crafted work of art may be half sold and half given away. A Ze feels it's nothing, but Zhang Yang and Liu Biao seem to be Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden.
Before they had even walked 200 kilometers, Liu Biao's flamboyant hands, waist, and neck were already covered with gadgets. If Aze hadn't stopped him, the two of them probably wouldn't be able to carry them back anymore...
This is a huge bazaar. Several people have been here for most of the day and there are so many good things! "Liu Biao was walking among the crowd, holding a pair of finely crafted silver jewelry in his hand. This was handmade. Liu Biao planned to use this thing to deceive Miss Xiao Qing's virginity.
Aze glanced at Liu Biao, too lazy to talk nonsense to this rough guy. The best way to deal with people like Liu Biao is to ignore him, and what Liu Biao fears most is that others ignore him.
"Haha, Aze, the market here looks strange. It seems to be unplanned and a bit chaotic. However, the atmosphere is very good." Zhang Yang smiled.
"The bazaars here are not innate. The bazaars in many places are the improvisations of some civilians. Most people in Xinjiang are generous, open-minded and cheerful, and often gather together to join in the fun. Wherever there are many people and excitement, there are bazaars. Bazaar. Originally there was no bazaar in the ancient desert. At first, there were only one or two people, and three or five people set up stalls somewhere. Some stalls actually only had one piece of felt, but gradually, people who liked bazaar After hearing the news, over time, the number of stalls increased day by day, arranged in rows, and gained momentum. In this way, a market was formed... Most of the thousands of bazaars spread across urban and rural areas in southern Xinjiang were born this way..." Aze's explanation was very clear. Specifically, it seems that Aze is very patient as long as it involves Xinjiang matters.
"Haha, this place is much more interesting than some markets in the mainland. When you get married, you will have to bring your wife and children here for shopping..." Liu Biao laughed. A Ze and Zhang Yang both glanced at Liu Biao and said nothing.
"Hey, hey, what are you looking for?" Liu Biao asked dissatisfied.
"No!" Aze strode forward, with Zhang Yang following closely behind.
"I'm not trying to save money, I just feel the atmosphere here is good..."
"Really?"
"... It's true... I'm really not saving money..." Liu Biao said weakly, a little lacking in confidence.
"Did we say you were saving money?"
Liu Biao looked at the two figures from behind with a dull look on his face. He couldn't help but feel depressed and vomited blood. He just wanted to save a little money! Do you need that kind of expression and attitude of contempt
Suddenly, Liu Biao felt a hard guy pressing against his waist.
"Hey... you hit me..." Looking back, Liu Biao shut up immediately, because there were at least three pistols pointing at him, and the black muzzles emitted a dark metallic luster.
Three middle-aged men, these are definitely three experienced killer-level figures. It can be seen from their expressions and actions that their psychological quality is particularly high. In broad daylight, thousands of people have taken advantage of the market. Gun, surprisingly didn't show any panic at all.
"Go forward, walk slowly, don't try to resist, there are three of us, keep a safe distance from you, you can't kill three of us at the same time, of course, the most important thing is, even if you kill us Three, you have to die, because there are still a few of our people among these people going to the market. As long as you make the slightest move, they will shoot without hesitation... Well, yes, that's it, raise your hand slightly Go higher, stretch a little..."
Liu Biao looked at the back in front of him with a sad face. He wanted to kill someone now, but he was more afraid of being killed himself, so he had to follow Zhang Yang and Aze slowly as instructed.
Now, Liu Biao's movements were a bit strange. He was holding the set of silver jewelry in his hand, as if he was admiring it carefully and savoring it slowly. However, the expression on his face was not happy at all, as if he had bought a pair of fake jewelry...
"Sir, someone asked me to give you a letter." A little girl about ten years old suddenly blocked Zhang Yang's path, holding a folded white paper in her hand.
Zhang Yang and Aze were suddenly shocked. They looked at each other and then looked at the little girl. The little girl had a timid expression and spoke Mandarin without standard pronunciation.
"Give it to me!" Zhang Yang felt that the little girl was not in danger, the little silver fox on his body did not give warning signs, and his sixth sense was not in danger either.
"..." The little girl held the letter tightly and said nothing. Finally, with a flushed face, she mustered up the courage to say: "The person who gave me the letter said that you would give me ten yuan as reward..." The girl finished her words. After saying that, his neck and face turned red, looking shy. The money was handed to the little girl. After the girl took the money, she immediately gave the note to Zhang Yang, and then disappeared into the vast sea of people.
Zhang Yang opened the note and looked at it, and immediately his body stiffened. (Quanben Novel Network www.QuANbEn-XiAoShUo.com)