those years of rebirth
Chapter 42 The Danger of This Age
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Turpan is a well-known place in Xinjiang.
In geography books, there is an introduction to the Turpan Basin. The altitude here is a negative number, which is lower than sea level.
In Journey to the West, there is also a story here.
The Flame Mountain that Monkey King fought against the Iron Fan Princess passed through is here.
So, the characteristic here is heat.
Fortunately, it is winter now. When Wang Hengxiao and his son got off the train in Turpan, they only felt the biting cold wind.Wang Hengxiao was wearing a padded jacket and a fur hat on his head, but his little face was still flushed by the cold wind. His father reached out and took off the windshield ears on both sides of the hat for him.
From here, take a car to Bazhou, and you can go directly to your home.
Thinking of going home, the exhausted Wang Daguo was also very excited. He told Wang Hengxiao about the changes in the family in the past two years, and the two-year-old sister was the one who talked the most.
"You used to say that no one would play with you, beat others up, and no one would help you. Now you have a younger sister. You have to take good care of her when you go back, you know?"
Wang Hengxiao naturally nodded vigorously, put his hands in his pockets, and played with a thumb-sized needle in his right hand.
When you come to the border of Xinjiang, you can see many ethnic minorities. Uighurs who look like foreigners to inland people are everywhere. They speak substandard Mandarin at the gate of the train station, or sell their own special products, or Solicit customers to go to the hotel.
In the previous life, Wang Hengxiao was not very fond of the Uighurs, and felt a little disgusted in his heart, so seeing these people at this time, he didn't have a good face.
Wang Daguo was also a little jealous of these Uighurs, so he dragged Wang Hengxiao towards the bus station without saying a word.
It takes about seven or eight hours to drive home from here by car.
"Master, two people are going to Shuoxing County!"
The driver was a middle-aged Han man, and hurriedly helped Wang Daguo take the luggage and put it on the luggage rack of the bus, saying: "Okay, you guys get on the bus first, and leave when it is full, it will be very fast!"
The bus station near the train station is naturally crowded with people from all over the place.
Wang Daguo put his luggage on it himself, and then he sat in the seat with Wang Hengxiao in peace, and paid the fare, 100 yuan for two people.
In this era, there are no formal and strict stations, especially in remote areas like Xinjiang. The people who run the sports car are pulling people and collecting money by themselves. Few of them will go to the station to buy tickets. One is time-consuming, and the other is One is that the master driver doesn't like it either, which makes him earn a little less money.
"Sleeping in the car, I'll go to the house."
Wang Daguo sat on his seat and said wearily.
Wang Hengxiao next to him opened his small schoolbag, and still took out a book to read.
Many people got up in the car one after another, most of them were Uighurs.
Uighurs eat mutton all the year round, and the smell is not very good.Uighurs were sitting in front of and behind Wang Hengxiao. The most unbearable thing was that someone took off his shoes, and the smell immediately choked his nose.
Wang Daguo frowned, but said nothing. Such situations are very common in Xinjiang.
Most of the long-distance buses running through northern and southern Xinjiang are ethnic minorities.This is not a night bus, which is better. If you take a night bus, that is, a sleeper car, those ethnic minorities will take off their shoes to sleep, and there is no way to stand in the whole car.
Can't figure out how they put up with it themselves.
After a while, Wang Daguo fell asleep. The train for three days and three nights was really exhausting.
Wang Hengxiao read the book and fell asleep in a daze. After all, he was a child and didn't have enough energy.
I do not know how long it has been!
A burst of noise woke up Wang Hengxiao and his son.
"Take out all your money..."
Hearing this intermittent non-standard mandarin, Wang Hengxiao's head jerked and he came to his senses.Father Wang Daguo also quickly came to his senses and squeezed Wang Hengxiao inside.
The car was in a mess at this time. The driver was pointed at the neck with a knife by a bearded man, and the car was parked on the side of the road in the Gobi Desert. The other two held two steel bars and guarded the door. There were two other people Holding a sack, walking over and over, searching the body one by one, searching for valuables.
Wang Hengxiao frowned, and muttered: "Unfortunately, I haven't encountered such a thing for 30 years in my previous life, but now I have encountered it."
In the previous life, Wang Hengxiao grew up in Xinjiang, and outsiders had the impression that Xinjiang was chaotic and dangerous... But every time Wang Hengxiao met such a person, he would refute it. I have lived in Xinjiang for 20 years, and I have never encountered such a person. Such a thing, where is the danger?
But now, Wang Hengxiao believed it.
This place is far away from Turpan. It is a Gobi desert, and mountains can be seen in the distance.
From time to time, there are passenger cars or trains passing by on the road.This road is a national highway that runs through the north and south of Xinjiang, and there are a lot of cars passing by.
But no matter how many cars pass by, no one will come to rescue them.
"Ah... my earrings..."
"This necklace is fake and worthless..."
Two Uyghurs were full of tyranny, one was holding a sack, the other was holding a foot-long knife, one seat was robbed next to the other, and they were specially robbing the things of the Han people from outside, and the same Uyghurs , they do not grab.
The women in the front were forcibly stripped off their earrings and necklaces, their ears were covered with blood, their clothes were also slightly torn, and the money inside was taken away.
"what……"
With a scream, the noisy car suddenly fell silent.
A middle-aged man who resisted was stabbed in the stomach by the Uighur with a knife, bleeding profusely, and fell on a chair.
"Whoever is disobedient, I will kill him..."
The Uighur man holding the knife was also very nervous, the knife in his hand was still bleeding, and he yelled at the carriage with his face trembling.
"How to do?"
Wang Hengxiao was also very nervous at this time. Now that he is still a child, it is okay to be clever, but there is no way to deal with such a vicious, unreasonable villain who kills people with a knife at every turn.
The only way is to go up and knock them down with a stronger force.
But Wang Hengxiao does not have such ability now.
With a movement of his wrist, he took out a handful of silver needles, which were given to him by Master Li. Wang Hengxiao twirled his fingers, rubbing them one by one.
"Take out your money..."
Soon, two Uighur robbers came to Wang Daguo and his son. A small knife was directly pointed at Wang Daguo. The knife was still dripping blood, and their eyes scanned the whole body.
The sack shook and Ding Ling rattled, apparently filled with a lot of previous things.
Turpan is a well-known place in Xinjiang.
In geography books, there is an introduction to the Turpan Basin. The altitude here is a negative number, which is lower than sea level.
In Journey to the West, there is also a story here.
The Flame Mountain that Monkey King fought against the Iron Fan Princess passed through is here.
So, the characteristic here is heat.
Fortunately, it is winter now. When Wang Hengxiao and his son got off the train in Turpan, they only felt the biting cold wind.Wang Hengxiao was wearing a padded jacket and a fur hat on his head, but his little face was still flushed by the cold wind. His father reached out and took off the windshield ears on both sides of the hat for him.
From here, take a car to Bazhou, and you can go directly to your home.
Thinking of going home, the exhausted Wang Daguo was also very excited. He told Wang Hengxiao about the changes in the family in the past two years, and the two-year-old sister was the one who talked the most.
"You used to say that no one would play with you, beat others up, and no one would help you. Now you have a younger sister. You have to take good care of her when you go back, you know?"
Wang Hengxiao naturally nodded vigorously, put his hands in his pockets, and played with a thumb-sized needle in his right hand.
When you come to the border of Xinjiang, you can see many ethnic minorities. Uighurs who look like foreigners to inland people are everywhere. They speak substandard Mandarin at the gate of the train station, or sell their own special products, or Solicit customers to go to the hotel.
In the previous life, Wang Hengxiao was not very fond of the Uighurs, and felt a little disgusted in his heart, so seeing these people at this time, he didn't have a good face.
Wang Daguo was also a little jealous of these Uighurs, so he dragged Wang Hengxiao towards the bus station without saying a word.
It takes about seven or eight hours to drive home from here by car.
"Master, two people are going to Shuoxing County!"
The driver was a middle-aged Han man, and hurriedly helped Wang Daguo take the luggage and put it on the luggage rack of the bus, saying: "Okay, you guys get on the bus first, and leave when it is full, it will be very fast!"
The bus station near the train station is naturally crowded with people from all over the place.
Wang Daguo put his luggage on it himself, and then he sat in the seat with Wang Hengxiao in peace, and paid the fare, 100 yuan for two people.
In this era, there are no formal and strict stations, especially in remote areas like Xinjiang. The people who run the sports car are pulling people and collecting money by themselves. Few of them will go to the station to buy tickets. One is time-consuming, and the other is One is that the master driver doesn't like it either, which makes him earn a little less money.
"Sleeping in the car, I'll go to the house."
Wang Daguo sat on his seat and said wearily.
Wang Hengxiao next to him opened his small schoolbag, and still took out a book to read.
Many people got up in the car one after another, most of them were Uighurs.
Uighurs eat mutton all the year round, and the smell is not very good.Uighurs were sitting in front of and behind Wang Hengxiao. The most unbearable thing was that someone took off his shoes, and the smell immediately choked his nose.
Wang Daguo frowned, but said nothing. Such situations are very common in Xinjiang.
Most of the long-distance buses running through northern and southern Xinjiang are ethnic minorities.This is not a night bus, which is better. If you take a night bus, that is, a sleeper car, those ethnic minorities will take off their shoes to sleep, and there is no way to stand in the whole car.
Can't figure out how they put up with it themselves.
After a while, Wang Daguo fell asleep. The train for three days and three nights was really exhausting.
Wang Hengxiao read the book and fell asleep in a daze. After all, he was a child and didn't have enough energy.
I do not know how long it has been!
A burst of noise woke up Wang Hengxiao and his son.
"Take out all your money..."
Hearing this intermittent non-standard mandarin, Wang Hengxiao's head jerked and he came to his senses.Father Wang Daguo also quickly came to his senses and squeezed Wang Hengxiao inside.
The car was in a mess at this time. The driver was pointed at the neck with a knife by a bearded man, and the car was parked on the side of the road in the Gobi Desert. The other two held two steel bars and guarded the door. There were two other people Holding a sack, walking over and over, searching the body one by one, searching for valuables.
Wang Hengxiao frowned, and muttered: "Unfortunately, I haven't encountered such a thing for 30 years in my previous life, but now I have encountered it."
In the previous life, Wang Hengxiao grew up in Xinjiang, and outsiders had the impression that Xinjiang was chaotic and dangerous... But every time Wang Hengxiao met such a person, he would refute it. I have lived in Xinjiang for 20 years, and I have never encountered such a person. Such a thing, where is the danger?
But now, Wang Hengxiao believed it.
This place is far away from Turpan. It is a Gobi desert, and mountains can be seen in the distance.
From time to time, there are passenger cars or trains passing by on the road.This road is a national highway that runs through the north and south of Xinjiang, and there are a lot of cars passing by.
But no matter how many cars pass by, no one will come to rescue them.
"Ah... my earrings..."
"This necklace is fake and worthless..."
Two Uyghurs were full of tyranny, one was holding a sack, the other was holding a foot-long knife, one seat was robbed next to the other, and they were specially robbing the things of the Han people from outside, and the same Uyghurs , they do not grab.
The women in the front were forcibly stripped off their earrings and necklaces, their ears were covered with blood, their clothes were also slightly torn, and the money inside was taken away.
"what……"
With a scream, the noisy car suddenly fell silent.
A middle-aged man who resisted was stabbed in the stomach by the Uighur with a knife, bleeding profusely, and fell on a chair.
"Whoever is disobedient, I will kill him..."
The Uighur man holding the knife was also very nervous, the knife in his hand was still bleeding, and he yelled at the carriage with his face trembling.
"How to do?"
Wang Hengxiao was also very nervous at this time. Now that he is still a child, it is okay to be clever, but there is no way to deal with such a vicious, unreasonable villain who kills people with a knife at every turn.
The only way is to go up and knock them down with a stronger force.
But Wang Hengxiao does not have such ability now.
With a movement of his wrist, he took out a handful of silver needles, which were given to him by Master Li. Wang Hengxiao twirled his fingers, rubbing them one by one.
"Take out your money..."
Soon, two Uighur robbers came to Wang Daguo and his son. A small knife was directly pointed at Wang Daguo. The knife was still dripping blood, and their eyes scanned the whole body.
The sack shook and Ding Ling rattled, apparently filled with a lot of previous things.
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