Goldfinger is a bit strange

When Liu Qingshan and his companions left, they were all carrying large and small bags.

The bags were filled with gifts from herders, mostly cheese and dried meat.

There were also some Cistanche deserticola and Cynomorium songaricum, which were collected by herders last year. Cistanche deserticola had been dried, and Cynomorium songaricum was buried in the sand, roasted and dried, to make dried products.

Liu Qingshan also agreed with the herders to purchase a batch of these authentic herbs every year in the future.

Liu Qingshan also hung a Yingjisha knife on his waist, which was a gift from Aizimati.

Giving a knife to a friend is a very respectful practice.

And Aizimati said that this knife was passed down from his ancestors and has a history of two hundred years.

Liu Qingshan looked at the silver ornaments on the handle of the knife, which indeed looked very simple and old.

Such a valuable item made Liu Qingshan feel a little unworthy. He did not bring any extra items this time, so he could only agree:

When Aizimati went to the capital to transport the gold silk jade, they would exchange gifts with each other.

It is a local custom for friends to give gifts to each other.

Aizimati held the knife in both hands and presented it to Liu Qingshan: "My friend, you are a real warrior, you deserve to wear this Yingjisha knife."

Liu Qingshan had no choice but to take the knife with both hands. The handle was inlaid with jade, or the best Hetian jade, and it felt very comfortable to hold.

He looked at it carefully and found another line of text on it. He asked Aizimati, and it turned out to be the name of the master who forged the knife: Maimaiti.

Ordinary knife-making masters are not qualified to leave their names, only masters can.

Aizimati drove the camel team and sent Liu Qingshan and his friends to Karamay, and then they parted.

The next day, Liu Qingshan and his friends finally went to the capital, and finally took a comfortable hot bath.

Next, Liu Qingshan also planned to go to Hotan. Although they are in the same province, this place is vast and far away, separated by the entire Taklamakan Desert.

When he heard that they were going to circle almost half of the Taklimakan Desert, Brother Hai's eyes lit up again: It would be best if they could cross the desert, that would be fun.

Liu Qingshan saw that it was not good. Carrying this unstable factor would be like carrying a time bomb.

So he drove the two back to the capital directly. Brother Hai was still reluctant, and finally Liu Qingshan used a killer weapon:

You are going to hold a wedding after you go back, so why don't you go back and prepare it quickly.

This trick really worked, and Brother Hai was directly pulled onto the plane by the girl.

Liu Qingshan asked two people to help take back the things given by the herdsmen and some local ethnic gifts he purchased.

The five of them were left, and they thought they would be much more relaxed if they were lightly equipped and without the burden.

The result was very disappointing. After more than ten days of bumpy rides, they finally arrived in Hotan.

Along the way, they took buses, donkey carts, horse carriages, and walked hundreds of miles, which was simply unbearable.

There was no way, the roads in the border area were too bad at that time.

Liu Qingshan wanted to make a movie: Lost on Journey.

At that time, Hotan was still a big town. In a two-story hotel, Liu Qingshan and his friends finally met Uncle Lu, Lu Liang and others.

Cao Xiaofei hugged Lu Liang and almost cried.

Although Liu Qingshan was also very tired, his physical fitness was there, and his mentality was relatively relaxed. He just regarded it as an unforgettable trip, so his spirits were still good.

After taking a shower, eating and sleeping, the group finally recovered completely until the next day.

There was a cafeteria on the first floor of this hotel. Uncle Lu and his friends had been here for more than a month and were familiar with it. He recommended baked buns to Liu Qingshan and his friends, and a bowl of noodles called sheep lungs, and finally two baked eggs, which was a hearty breakfast.

"Won't these eggs burst when they are baked?" Liu Qingshan turned the still hot eggs, a little puzzled.

Lu Fang explained to him: "This is put in the ashes of firewood and baked slowly."

Liu Qingshan tasted it and found that the egg had a unique aroma after being baked, which was much better than boiled eggs.

Everyone ate and talked at the same time. Uncle Lu first asked Liu Qingshan about their trip. After listening, he sighed for a while.

Liu Qingshan asked Uncle Lu about the situation of purchasing jade here, and saw Uncle Lu's face was embarrassed:

"The locals are very stubborn. When they saw strange faces like us, they didn't do business with us at all."

"We did contact two middlemen, but they raised the price too much, several times or even dozens of times, and they simply took us as the big head."

Looking at Uncle Lu's indignant face, Liu Qingshan must have suffered a lot during this period, so he smiled and comforted him.

In fact, even the current price, in Liu Qingshan's eyes, compared with the future, it is a cabbage price.

However, they will definitely use a lot of jade in the future, so it would be best if they could buy directly from local jade miners.

Uncle Lu saw that the several plates of baked buns were almost finished, so he ordered another plate of zakel, which is also a kind of baked naan, but it is made of cornmeal.

When the uncle wearing a small white hat brought it over, he accidentally saw the Yingjisha knife that Liu Qingshan put on the table, and his eyes lit up.

Then he asked in a strange Chinese accent: "Can I see this knife?"

Liu Qingshan didn't care too much, stretched out his hand to signal, then picked up a zakel and took a bite.

It has a strong sweetness of corn, a hint of onion, and of course the unique umami flavor of suet.

If you eat the mutton fat while it's hot, it's still very delicious, but when you go outside and see the wind, the smell is a bit strong.

Liu Qingshan was eating beautifully when he saw the uncle suddenly shouting strangely: "Mamaiti Tursun, oh, friend, where did you get this knife?"

"Let me tell you, my stomach is bloated now!"

The uncle was smiling just now, but now his expression was not good. He stared at Liu Qingshan with his eyes. Looking at his posture, he was about to draw his sword at him in the next moment.

Even the locals would regard such a precious Yingjisha knife as a treasure. How could it possibly appear in the hands of a Han?

Obviously, the other party obtained it through unfair means, so Uncle Niyaz turned his back.

Liu Qingshan was not anxious at all. He also touched his belly and felt that he was quite full, so he smiled and said, "My belly is also bloated."

As a result, he was so shocked that Uncle Lu waved his hand to him repeatedly and explained in a low voice: "A swollen belly means he is angry, just like we say he is swollen with anger."

If both parties' stomachs are bloated, then they have to fight.

It would obviously be very unwise to fight here.

Liu Qingshan also made an mistake and said, "Uncle, my stomach is full of food."

Then he calmly told the story of the knife's origin.

Uncle Nyazi's face was still uncertain, and he obviously didn't fully believe it yet.

He thought about it for a while and then said to Liu Qingshan: "My friend, this knife is really important, so I have to find out."

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but spread his hands: "It took almost half a month to get here from Karamay. We don't want to go back the same way."

If he had known it would be such a troublesome thing, he would have asked Aizimaiti to write a certificate for him.

Niazi still put the knife back on the table, then called a young barman over and gave some instructions. He asked the young barman to watch here while he hurried out.

The teenage boy stared at them intently with his big, deep eyes.

Liu Qingshan didn't find it funny. Anyway, he was open-minded and not worried at all.

However, Uncle Lu and the others couldn't sit still and couldn't ask Liu Qingshan directly, so they pulled Cao Xiaofei and Li Likun aside to ask questions.

Here, if you really piss off the locals, none of them will be able to leave.

Li Likun explained to them, and took out a piece of gem-level golden jade from his pocket, and asked Uncle Lu to help him palm the eyes.

Uncle Lu felt relieved. He carefully studied the gold silk jade, and then shook his head: "I have never seen it before. It's hard to say whether this thing is valuable."

After all, a special thing like jade, in addition to its own value, also pays special attention to historical inheritance.

Just like jade, before the Qing Dynasty, it was just an ordinary stone.

After a while, Niyazi returned and invited an old man with a white beard back. He was still surrounded by people, followed by more than a dozen strong men, all with knives in their waists.

"This is Ali Mukari." Niazi also respected this elder very much.

Li Likun quickly introduced to Liu Qingshan: Alimu means a learned person, and with the honorific title Ka Ri, it generally means a person who can recite scriptures, roughly similar to a title such as professor.

This Alimu elder had a kind face and a pair of eyes that did not show the dimness of the elderly at all. Instead, they shone with a different kind of light, which made people respect him at first glance.

Liu Qingshan also quickly bowed to greet the elder. The old man looked at him with his wise eyes, which were calm and tranquil, but seemed to have a power that penetrated directly into people's hearts.

Looking at Liu Qingshan for a moment, the old man nodded, turned around and said a few words, and Niyazi and others immediately nodded.

It was obvious that the tense atmosphere just now disappeared in an instant.

Li Likun explained to Liu Qingshan in a low voice: "The elder just said that we are friends."

Liu Qingshan nodded, feeling that the old man Alimu in front of him was indeed a wise man, and his ability to recognize people was definitely beyond the reach of ordinary people.

And Nyazi also served herbal tea, which is a local specialty.

Herbal tea is added with pepper, cloves, cinnamon, hay, etc., and is only offered when entertaining the most distinguished guests.

However, Liu Qingshan took a sip and was still not used to it.

Everyone was drinking tea and chatting, and the atmosphere was very harmonious. After old man Alimu learned that Liu Qingshan and the others were from the capital, he asked with interest.

It turned out that the old man had also been to the capital several times.

But they all go there by train, not by donkey.

Liu Qingshan also talked about the changes in the capital, as well as the reform policy currently implemented by the country, etc., and the old man nodded repeatedly.

Then the old man said to the people around him: "If you have the chance, you should go out and take a look. Don't just see the sky as big as the palm of your head."

Finally, the old man politely expressed that he wanted to see Liu Qingshan's knife.

Of course Liu Qingshan was not stingy and handed over the Yingisha knife with both hands.

The old man Alimu praised it while watching it, and explained to Liu Qingshan: "Maimaiti Tursun is a famous master swordsmith."

"He is the founder of the Yingisha knife and a descendant of Kulahun. Currently, there are only a few knives handed down from generation to generation, which are very precious."

The old man Alimu gently stroked the beautiful jade on the handle of the knife with his fingers: "Such jade must be produced in Hebazi here."

Hebazi? Liu Qingshan is a little confused. Could it be that any river here produces beautiful jade?

When Master Lu saw this, he explained to him softly: "The Hebazi that the locals call is the Yulong Kashgar River we are talking about."

Only then did Liu Qingshan realize it, and he couldn't help but feel something in his heart: Now that he has come to Hotan, if he doesn't go and see the Yulong Kashgar River, wouldn't it be a waste of time?

The old man Alimu watched for a long time, then returned the knife to Liu Qingshan and said softly:

"Please be kind to this knife."

Liu Qingshan nodded: "Definitely, because this is a gift from friends and represents the most precious friendship."

The old man also laughed: "From now on, you are our friend."

Liu Qingshan and the others had just arrived here and didn't know the meaning of this sentence, but Uncle Lu was extremely excited.

Because he knew that with the elder's words, they would be able to directly contact those jade collectors and purchase the jade from their hands.

Uncle Lu tried all kinds of tricks for more than a month, but failed to do it.

Unexpectedly, after Liu Qingshan came, he did nothing and was recognized.

This made Uncle Lu feel excited and disappointed at the same time: This person is so irritating to compare with others.

With such a wise elder in front of him, Liu Qingshan also felt that the opportunity was rare, so he took out a few pieces of gold and jade he had brought back and asked the old man to help appreciate them.

Among them was the piece of golden silk jade that was obtained in the Devil's City, which was the size of two fists.

The old man Alimu held the jade in his hand with a smile on his face:

"It is indeed a kind of jade unique to Karamay. It seems that you have already been to the Devil City."

Liu Qingshan could only express his admiration: "Old man, I wonder if this kind of stone is valuable?"

Li Likun, who was standing next to him, also chimed in and said that they were asking herders to help buy it, and the price was 100 yuan per kilogram.

This price made Niyazi and the people behind the old man stunned for a moment:

The Hetian jade we have here, even if the quality is slightly lower, can’t be sold at this price, okay?

At this time, Hetian jade, especially mountain material, is really not expensive.

Although they were shocked, they became closer to Liu Qingshan and his group:

Those who are willing to spend such a high price must of course regard those herdsmen as true friends.

Old man Alimu played with the golden jade for a while, and then said with a smile: "The value of stones mainly depends on whether anyone appreciates them."

"This is the case with the golden silk jade you mentioned, and the same is true with the Hetian jade we have here."

After speaking, he raised his eyes and looked at Liu Qingshan: "Since you appreciate this kind of stone, then cherish it."

"Thank you, elder, for your advice."

Of course Liu Qingshan understood it. He stood up and saluted the old man respectfully.

March, early spring.

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The hazy sky was gray and black, showing heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on the rice paper, and the ink soaked into the sky and blurred out the clouds.

The clouds overlapped and merged with each other, spreading out streaks of crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder.

It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world.

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The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red rain of blood.

The city is in ruins and everything is withered. Collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering.

The streets that used to be bustling with people are now desolate.

The sandy dirt road that used to be bustling with people is no longer noisy now.

Only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper were left, indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking.

Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck deep in the mud, full of sadness. Only an abandoned rabbit doll hung on the shaft, swaying in the wind.

The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerieness.

The turbid eyes seemed to have some residual resentment, looking lonely at the mottled rocks in front of them.

There, a figure was lying down.

This is a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, his clothes are torn and covered with dirt, and he has a broken leather bag tied around his waist.

The young man squinted his eyes and remained motionless. The biting cold penetrated his worn coat from all directions and spread throughout his body, gradually taking away his body temperature.

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Following his gaze, he saw a skinny vulture gnawing on the carrion of a wild dog, seven or eight feet away from him, occasionally observing its surroundings vigilantly.

It seems that in this dangerous ruins, if there is the slightest movement, it will instantly rise into the sky.

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After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally buried its head completely into the belly of the wild dog.

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