urban bible

Chapter 203 What a big... soil bag!

The plane arrived at Xiyu Airport, and then took the train - at this time, Lin Dong realized that his rucksack was still small.

It turned out that Sun Wenjuan and the others had consigned the prepared things to the Western Regions long ago. Some things were too troublesome to get on the plane at all.

While waiting for the train, Lin Dong also purchased some things in the Western Regions - among other things, dried fruits are essential.There are many famous specialties in the Western Regions, but some things, such as the Yingjisha knife, cannot be brought along. Of course, Lin Dong is also prepared for similar things.There is another mystery in his rucksack.

Chewing authentic raisins and dried figs along the way, Lin Dong and Peng Wenhui sat together, admiring the scenery outside.Along the way, Lin Dong did not see the legendary boundless Gobi and desert, but instead, there were patches of aspen, cotton, grapes, and corn. If he hadn’t known it from the introduction, Lin Dong would have thought he had arrived Somewhere in the Central Plains.

"It seems that the introduction is not correct!" Peng Wenhui shook her head while looking at the scenery outside: "How can the Western Regions be as desolate as they say? Look at those buildings, they are no different from the cities over there!"

"Well, the train naturally leads to oases, and it won't be far to both sides, it must be desert." Tian Qinde obviously disagreed.

"This is to the north of Tianshan Mountain." Shen Ruohai shook his head: "The Western Regions are indeed not like the legends. There is an economic belt north of Tianshan Mountain. Many cities in these places are ancient cities with a history of hundreds of years. It’s not worse than cities in the mainland. It’s just that it hasn’t been publicized—I visited last year and saw it, and it’s really good!”

"Impossible?" Tian Qinde didn't expect Shen Ruohai to refute himself, and shook his head vigorously: "Could it be that those on TV are all fake? The crew of "Where Are We Going, Father" went to Dihua. This is the capital of the Western Regions. Prairie?"

"Grow your brains!" Peng Wenhui couldn't help but said, "Do you believe that too? Did you see it just now? That new city is full of tall buildings. Do you think the capital of the Western Regions will be built in a yurt? That show because You can’t just believe that if you don’t shoot a city, can you?”

"It's not just this!" Tian Qinde was obviously not convinced when he was refuted by the girl he liked: "The Gobi desert in the Western Regions is famous all over the world, and I am not the only one who knows about it."

"It's just spreading rumors!" Lin Dong said lightly: "When most people enter the Western Regions from Gansu by railway, because Gan Province is a long and narrow area, there are many deserts there, so many people think that it is the Western Regions, but in fact it is Gansu Province. It is true that the Western Regions have the most deserts in the country. But there are also many such oases, which is also true. The cities in the Western Regions are no worse than those in the Mainland—at least in terms of environmental pollution , much better."

Chatting along the way, these people took the international train and entered the country to the west.

When I got off the train, I saw someone holding a sign on the platform, with the words "Sun Wenjuan" written on it on printed paper. Lin Dong and his group passed by with large bags, and that person immediately greeted them.

"Excuse me, is this Professor Sun from Haishi, Huaxia?" The young man who was obviously Kazakh politely asked Sun Wenjuan, the leader. accent.

"Yes." Sun Wenjuan nodded reservedly.

"Are you from Huaxia?" Lin Dong asked in surprise, "How standard is Chinese?"

"Yes." The young man said with a smile: "I am a student who graduated from Western Region University. I have been working here for the past two years, and I am studying for a graduate student by the way. My name is Amarjiang, hello!"

"My name is Lin Dong." Lin Dong stretched out his hand and shook hands with this handsome young man from ethnic minorities. "A student from Haida University."

Leading Lin Dong and his party into a minibus outside the station, Amarjiang's expression became serious: "Here, everyone, it's best not to wander around. It's getting late now, we're in the hotel Stay overnight, and go to the destination tomorrow morning. It's chaotic here at night, so please don't wander around."

Tian Qinde asked in disbelief, "Isn't it? Isn't it said that the security here is better? Besides, there are so many resources here, and the public facilities are good. I heard that the welfare of the people is also good, so why is the security not good?"

Amarjiang shook his head: "For the locals, it's really okay. But for the Chinese, especially those with big and small bags like you, they are the objects of some interested people. If you go out alone at night , the possibility of being robbed is extremely high - you must know that in the past few years, it was still legal for those who wanted to divide the Western Regions."

Tian Qinde rolled his eyes, and suddenly asked: "I heard that you Kazakhs all want to run this way? It is said that this is yours..."

"Shut your mouth!" Lin Dong slapped him vigorously: "Don't talk, no one will treat you as dumb!" There is no mouth that causes trouble without a thorn.

"I'm a Kazakh." Amarjiang said to Tian Qinde solemnly, "But my motherland is over there!" He pointed to the east and stopped talking.

"Idiot!" Peng Wenhui saw all this, muttered, and turned to look outside.

Tian Qinde felt a little wronged: "I didn't say anything..."

No one cares about him anymore.

When they arrived at the hotel, Amarjiang carefully arranged their accommodation, and then repeatedly told them not to go out before leaving.

With Amarjiang’s reminder, the group didn’t go out and had a good night’s rest. The next morning, Amarjiang took them to drink milk tea and eat an authentic Kazakh breakfast. Take the minibus and go to the destination.

At the beginning, I could still look at the endless grassland and feel appreciative. However, as I walked higher and higher, I slowly entered the mountains. Lin Dong was fine, and he was well prepared. A little surprised, he couldn't help asking Amarjiang: "How far is it?"

"Take a car for another two hours, have lunch at a farm, then transfer to a ten-seater car and walk to the mountains for four hours. Before dark, transfer to a tractor and walk for another hour, and we will be there."

Except for Lin Dong, everyone else opened their mouths wide open: Even though Sun Wenjuan often participates in domestic archaeological activities, she has never been to such a remote place for archaeology—or in other words, it is the first time she has encountered such a remote place. arrive!
Except for Lin Dong and Amarjiang, others don't know that there are almost seven people per square kilometer in Kazakhstan, and there are many grasslands here, which is different from places with many deserts and high mountains in the Western Regions. It is very rich!
However, there are few people!

Thinking about entering that desolate place, the few people who were originally enthusiastic immediately became "calm down".

Bumped all the way, changed cars twice, and finally came to a huge mountain before it was completely dark.

After getting off the car, Lin Dong sighed:
What a big one - a dirt bag!

(End of this chapter)