The Road to Slaying God

Zhang Yang didn't want to stay in the desert for an extra minute. After the rescue helicopter arrived, under the mediation of Alman, the helicopter immediately sent them to nearby cities, while Alman stayed in the desert and let Helicopters sent several car maintenance personnel. In fact, the truck was just a small circuit problem. All problems were also encountered by Alman, and they were considered bad luck.

Of course, the truck's glass also has to find a way to recover, they don't want to have nowhere to hide when they encounter the wolves again ...

Arman's investigation in the desert has been ignored. In the United States, Zhang Yang and Arman met again, and many unexpected stories happened.

The three Zhang Yang were taken by helicopter to the trt nearest to the desert. At this place, they contacted the rental car by phone. After putting a sum of money into his account, the three were at ease. On the road, after all, the taxi driver was very kind, and Zhang Yang didn't want to leave a bad impression on the people in Xinjiang, and paying off the fare was taken for granted.

Of course, they did not know that the driver was scared for months after the gunfight, and he was not questioned for almost a few days after the gunfight, until he was sure that he and the [***] elements were not Only then did he let him out ...

"***, finally can change into a warm clothes, I rely on!" Liu Biao yanked the clothes on his body and scolded, even in the cold winter months, no matter how good the body is, ** the body is still cold.

"Oh, let's go!"

Zhang Yang glanced at Liu Biao. Liu Biao's tall body wore a sheepskin jacket, a small white round hat on his head, and a dagger in his waist. A Uyghur herder lively.

The three came out of the desert. The clothes on their bodies were already embarrassing. After they came out, they bought clothes and found that it was difficult to buy suitable clothes in the small town here. The three had to buy some national costumes with strong local characteristics. .

To Zhang Yangxin's comfort, neither Liu Biao nor Azer's backpack was lost. The only thing that dropped was his backpack.

Of course, even if the three of them have nothing, don't worry, because now the three of them are wearing gold wares and buying them casually is enough for them to mix in Yanjing.

Although wearing this dress was warm, Zhang Yang and Aze always felt awkward. On the contrary, Aze was originally from Xinjiang, and it seemed very natural. No matter walking or talking, he was no different from the locals.

Just because of Aze, Zhang Yang and Liu Biao didn't make some jokes, nor would they shout a plate of braised pork head when they went out ...

The three did not rent a car, and took a short-distance bus all the way around. This was Zhang Yang's idea. Aze and Liu Biao didn't understand why Zhang Yang was so complicated. However, Zhang Yang insisted that the two were too lazy to care about it, so they could travel.

Along the way, Zhang Yang rarely spoke. He quietly observed the customs and customs of this place and realized the simplicity of the people here.

They have drank apple leaf tea, red willow leaf tea, "Kas Tangcai" grass tea, "Butorg" tea, and also brewed milk tea with grass tea. These teas added a sour taste to Chinese tea culture. Because drinking tea in many places is really helpless. Of course, it has been improved now. Drinking these teas has become a nostalgia.

They have a soft spot for Bazaar (Bazaar). Bazaar here does not have the scale and momentum of the Bazaar in the Mainland, nor does it have the luxury and style of the Bazaar in the Mainland. However, the charming Western Bazaar has her own charm. She Like a unique taste of social science and textbooks, it contains precious and tried-and-true social truths. She also looks like a long and profound history with different depths and immense brilliance, which has spawned too many economic affairs and human griefs and joys ...

Bazaar is a mystery. Zhang Yang believes that to understand the people of Xinjiang, you must understand Bazaar. Come closer and feel more. Although you can't understand the real life of people in Xinjiang, you do n’t know the "Bazaar Kingdom of Xinjiang". "The scenery is beautiful.

The prices here are horribly low. A sheepskin coat may be tens of yuan, an exquisite work of art may be half-sold and half-sent. Aze feels nothing, but Zhang Yang and Liu Biao seem to have entered the Grand View Garden.

Before 200 kilometers, Liu Biao ’s open hands, waist, and neck are already full of gadgets. If it wasn't for Azer to stop them, the two would probably not be able to carry them now ...

This is a super big Bazaar, and several people have been here for more than half a day.

"Aze, I can't think of this province in Xinjiang where there are no eggs, and there are many good things in the place where birds don't shit!" Liu Biao walked among the crowd, carrying a pair of fine silver jewelry in his hand. This is made by hand. Liu Biao is going to use this to cheat Xiaoqing's virginity.

A Ze glanced at Liu Biao, too lazy to talk nonsense with this rough man. The best way to deal with a person like Liu Biao is to ignore it, and what Liu Biao fears most is that others ignore him.

"Oh, Az, the bazaar here looks strange. It seems to be unplanned and a bit messy, but the atmosphere is good." Zhang Yang laughed.

"The Bazaars here are not innate. In many places, the Bazaars are improvisations by some folks. Most of the people in Xinjiang are open-minded and open-minded. They often gather together to make the place crowded. Where there are many people, where there is lively, there is Bazaar. There was no Bazaar in the ancient desert. At first, there were only one or two people. Where did three or five people set up their booths? Some of the paving is only a piece of felt. Slowly, I like Bazaar. Those who heard the wind came, and after a long time, the paving gradually increased, arranged in rows, and gained momentum. In this way, a market was formed ... Thousands of bazaars in urban and rural areas in southern Xinjiang were mostly born in this way ... … ”Aze's explanation is very detailed. It seems that as long as it involves Xinjiang, Aze's patience is very good.

"Haha, this place is much more interesting than some of the mainland fairs. Later I got married and brought my wife and children to buy here ..." Liu Biao laughed.

Both Aze and Zhang Yang glanced at Liu Biao without saying a word.

"Hey, what do you want?" Liu Biao was dissatisfied.

"No!" Azer strode forward, Zhang Yang followed closely behind.

"I'm not trying to save money, I just feel like the atmosphere is good ..."

"really?"

"... It's true ... I'm not really saving money ..." Liu Biao was weak and a little lacking in anger.

"Did we say that you are saving money?"

"..."

Liu Biao looked at the two backs with a dull look, can't help vomiting with depression, didn't he just want to save a little money! Do you need that expression of contempt?

Suddenly, Liu Biao felt that there was a tough guy on the back of his body against his waist.

"Hey ... hit me ..." Looking back, Liu Biao shut up immediately, because at least three pistols were facing him, and the black hole's muzzle exudes a dark metallic luster.

Three middle-aged people, this is definitely three experienced killer-level characters. No matter from their expressions or movements, they can see that their psychological quality is particularly high. In this broad daylight, thousands of people Holding a gun in the market, there was no expression of panic.

"Go forward, walk slowly, don't try to resist, we have three of us, keeping a safe distance from you, you can't kill us three at the same time, of course, most importantly, even if you kill us Three, you also have to die, because among these crowds, there are also a few of us. As long as you have the slightest move, they will not hesitate to shoot ... well, yes, just like this, slightly Raise it up, stretch it out ... "

Liu Biao looked at the back in weeping face. He wanted to kill now, but he was more afraid of being killed, so he had to follow Zhang Yang and Aze slowly as instructed.

Now, Liu Biao ’s movements are a little weird. He holds the silver jewelry in his hand, as if he is carefully admiring it, and slowly savoring it, but the expression on his face is not the least happy, like buying a fake jewelry ...

"Sir, someone asked me to give you a letter." A little girl about ten years old suddenly blocked Zhang Yang's way, holding a folded piece of white paper in her hand.

"..."

Zhang Yang and Azer suddenly felt a shock, looked at each other, and then looked at the little girl. The little girl looked timid, speaking Mandarin, and the pronunciation was not standard.

"Give me!" Zhang Yang felt that the little girl was not in danger, the little silver fox on her body did not give a warning sign, and her sixth sense was not in danger.

"..." The little girl held the stationery tightly and did not speak. Finally, her face flushed with courage: "The one who wrote to me said that you would give me ten yuan as a reward ..." Girl As soon as the words were finished, his neck and face turned red, and his face looked shy.

...

Zhang Yang was speechless. She took ten yuan from her body and handed it to the little girl. After receiving the money, the girl immediately gave Zhang Yang a note, and then disappeared into a vast crowd.

Zhang Yang opened the note and looked at it immediately, and her body was stiff.

(To be continued)