What's going on? This is my first time here.
In the evening, after more than two days of travel, we finally arrived in Taji.
This village on the edge of the desert has no access to roads for hundreds of kilometers, and the conditions are too backward, making it almost isolated from the outside world.
It is not uncommon for many elderly people to only go out once or twice in their lives. Young people are not so bad, as they will follow the caravans to do business.
Although the language was incomprehensible, the professor was still able to express his meaning using a mixture of words and gestures.
These ethnic minorities generally have dark and reddish faces, which is probably caused by the strong ultraviolet rays.
They wore long robes and headscarves, and were short and strong. Even women could easily carry millstones weighing dozens of kilograms.
The children hid in their mothers' arms in fear, looking at these strangers.
A stylish tracksuit and a completely different skin.
After a half-hour conversation, the car stopped at the village entrance. Zhou Shuo and his companions followed the locals, gesturing to the effect that "Don't worry, the car is safe."
The buildings in the entire village are of the same style, and it would be difficult to tell them apart without someone leading the way.
Everyone arrived at their accommodation for tonight.
The earthen house is built with a mixture of mud, sand and stone. It has no style, thick walls and is simple and sturdy.
There was only a plate of flatbread for dinner, which looked a bit rough.
It is made by kneading cornmeal and then baking it, and the taste is a bit choking.
No salt was added, probably due to the local water shortage.
Most people ate half of it and put it down.
Due to the harsh environment, Zhou Shuo was not picky. He just had not eaten enough and felt embarrassed to take the half-eaten food of others.
At night he lay on the hard stone bed and chewed some compressed biscuits from his backpack.
Send a message to your parents to let them know you are safe.
Looking at the signal level of only two bars in the upper right corner of the phone, I had a vague feeling of unease.
But his personality has always been that he would be worried one second and start snoring and falling asleep the next second.
The phone was still glowing beside the pillow.
He didn't notice that after he fell asleep, a group of scorpions with their stingers raised crawled under the bed.
The next day, the professor thanked the villagers for their acceptance and handed them over a few hundred yuan from his wallet.
The other party refused.
Although they are poor and backward, they will not accept this money.
The professor asked the village guide about the ancient tomb again, but the guide's face changed drastically and he shook his head to indicate that he did not want to go.
No matter how much money you offer, I won't go.
He also advised them to leave quickly and not take any risks.
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