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Chapter 548 548 Arrival
The tombstone in Kumukuduk certainly does not contain the remains of Mr. Peng Jiamu. It would be nice to have something he used during his lifetime. After all, it is only the place where his footprints finally disappeared before he disappeared.

After communicating with the fans about Mr. Peng Jiamu's deeds, a table of dishes was also solved by two people.

During the lunch break, Zhang Yang and He Xiaoman put on pajamas and lay on the bed. Perhaps only in winter, many people will feel how comfortable it is to lie in the warm blanket at noon, especially when looking at the sky outside. The strong contrast between the falling snow and the whistling wind is the most satisfying.

If it wasn’t for driving more than 60 kilometers ahead according to the plan today, and going to pay homage to Mr. Peng Jiamu in the afternoon, otherwise Zhang Yang planned to park the car by the small river and rest on the spot, and the most important thing is He still wants to broadcast live. He can't just finish his rest yesterday and rest for half a day today.

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At about 3 o'clock in the afternoon, when I was driving to the coordinate point to mark the destination, I saw a stone tablet "Looking for Peng Jiamu" on the way to the tombstone. When driving past here, Zhang Yang stopped the car He took a bottle of wine and went outside.

The drone followed Zhang Yang who had just got off the car, and came to the stele together. Many people in the live broadcast room were still wondering why Zhang Yang came down with a bottle of wine, but they quickly got an explanation.

"Maybe everyone doesn't know that there has been an unopened bottle of wine buried under this stele, and in order to prevent volatilization, the person who buried the wine wrapped a lot of plastic bags around the outside, and it turned out that after waiting a year When people later dug up this bottle of wine, about a quarter of the unopened bottle of wine still evaporated, which is enough for everyone to see the degree of drought and heat here.

People who know about this will basically check to see if the wine has evaporated after coming here, and then re-bury a bottle, but I don't know if there is any now, let's take a look. "

After explaining to the fans in the live broadcast room and the curious He Xiaoman beside him, Zhang Yang took a bottle of Moutai that Wang Wucong brought over from the previous party and put it aside, then picked up the engineering shovel and dug under the stone tablet I got up, but the soil was really hard enough, it was worthy of the Gobi Desert in winter, it was frozen hard.

"I said why did you use plastic bags and tape to wrap up the wine before you got out of the car, it's because of this!"

Looking at the wine bottle-shaped item that Zhang Yang had just dug out from under the stele, which was wrapped in black plastic bags and tape, He Xiaoman picked up the wine they had just brought and suddenly realized.

Zhang Yang did not move the bottle of wine under the stele, but turned around and took the wine that He Xiaoman had just picked up from the ground, then nodded and said.

"It's better to wrap it around for protection. Don't wait until the weather is hot next year before it evaporates. Let's not move this bottle of wine. Just put our own down!"

As if talking to He Xiaoman, or talking to himself, Zhang Yang put the wine he sent over next to the original bottle of wine in the hole under the stone tablet.

The original wine may have been put in by people related to Mr. Peng Jiamu or descendants, or fans who followed his predecessors like him, but when we came to this silent Lop Nur, we came to this Mr. Peng Jiamu Since Zhang Yang knew about the disappearance of Kumu Kuduke, he naturally wouldn't pretend that he didn't know about it.

"Let's go, Mr. Peng Jiamu's tombstone is about four or five kilometers away to the east, let's drive there directly!"

Crush the hard frozen soil that was dug out just now, and then bury it back to fill it up again. After lightly patting it firmly with the engineer's shovel, Zhang Yang got up and patted the soil on the gloves, and then called He Xiaoman. Back to the RV.

It is said that it is four or five kilometers, and it takes 20 minutes to run slowly, but driving the car does not feel the distance at all, it seems that the car has just been started and then stopped, sitting in the car through the windshield Zhang Yang, He Xiaoman, and the fans who saw it through the drone outside saw a stone tablet surrounded by a wooden fence in the distance.

"We're here, let's go, let's go down!"

Parked the car away from the stele, Zhang Yang picked up the things for worship on the coffee table in the living room, took He Xiaoman out of the car again, and left the four little guys who obviously didn't want to get out of the car , walked to the stone monument not far away.

When I got closer, I found that there were a lot of plastic flowers on the wooden fence, an incense burner in front of the monument, some dry sacrificial food, and a mineral water bottle filled with water that was put down by someone. It was Peng Jiamu's tombstone.

Although it is called a tombstone, because Peng Jiamu's body has not yet been found, this monument can only be regarded as a monument.

It was a somewhat blackened square stone tablet. On the right side of the tablet it was written: On June 1980, [-], Comrade Peng Jiamu was unfortunately killed during a scientific investigation here. On the left side of the tablet was written: XJ Branch of the Academy of Sciences Lop Nur Expedition Team , followed by the date 'November [-], [-]'.

Just because of the perennial wind and sand in Lop Nur, the characters "Difficult" at the bottom on the right and the characters "日" at the bottom of the left were buried in the ground by the wind and sand, and the whole monument has been eroded by the wind and sand.

Standing in front of the tombstone, he took out the sacrificial supplies in the handbag one by one. He Xiaoman also opened the windshield that Zhang Yang had just taken off at the same time and stood in a sheltered position, and passed the open space in front of the tombstone. The wind is all blocked.

Zhang Yang did not intend to put mineral water on the tombstone, but lit the cut yellow paper, and then put a handful of unpacked incense sticks on top of the flame formed by burning the yellow paper and inserted it into the incense burner. The three bottles of wine that had been packed in the same package as the stele were dug up and buried under the tombstone.

After the two respectfully worshiped for a while, they ended the most traditional way of offering sacrifices. Zhang Yang did not intend to leave immediately after the offering. Some snacks and a roast chicken just taken out of the refrigerator were placed in front of the tombstone, and only then did I tell the people in the live broadcast room.

"The location of this monument is the place where Mr. Peng Jiamu's footprints finally disappeared after everyone looked for them after he disappeared."

He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. Zhang Yang sat in front of the stele and smoked quietly. Then he unwrapped a bottle of unwrapped Moutai and sprinkled it on the land around Mr. Peng Jiamu's tomb.

In fact, if you look carefully around this tombstone or get up and go around, you can still find the remaining seven or eight remnants of the tombstone, and raised your finger to the most obvious remnant stele not far away.

"Is it the fastest to see those remaining steles?

These remnants of steles are erected here by travelers and expeditions who have come here for decades. In fact, most of them commemorate the "visit here", and because the foundations of these steles are not very deep, some steles It was smashed, some monuments were smashed, and they all fell there. As for why it became like this, I believe everyone should understand. Anyway, I think the monument that can appear here can only be Mr. Peng Jiamu's! "

Speaking of this, Zhang Yang is actually a little upset about those people who erected monuments here. These people obviously made plans before coming here, and brought the monuments to be erected in advance, but it is obvious that these people's thoughts It is worth pondering.

A cigarette was about to burn out, so he threw the cigarette butt into the wine bottle that had just been poured out, Zhang Yang screwed back the lid, and then put the wine bottle back into the bag he was carrying before, ready to take the garbage back, and at the same time Take off the plastic bag containing the roast chicken and put it in the same bag.

(End of this chapter)