548 Arrived

(Today's two chapters haven't been revised yet, I have a cold on my elbow, and I really don't have the energy to revise them after writing these two chapters, my eyes are spent, so I'll revise them tomorrow.)

Of course, don't worry, the body temperature is not exceeded, it's just a common cold, and I don't seem to have been out since the New Year, haha. )

This tombstone in Kumu Kuduk definitely does not have the remains of Mr. Peng Jiamu, and it is estimated that it would be good to have an item that he used during his lifetime.

After communicating with the fans for a while, Mr. Peng Jiamu's deeds, and the dishes on the table were also solved by two people.

During the lunch break, Zhang Yang and He Xiaoman changed into pajamas and lay on the bed, maybe only in winter will many people feel how comfortable I am in the warm quilt at noon, especially looking at the snow outside and listening to the whirring wind, this strong sense of contrast is the most satisfying.

If it weren't for the fact that he had to drive more than 60 kilometers further ahead as planned today, and he would have to worship Mr. Peng Jiamu in the afternoon, otherwise Zhang Yang would have planned to park his car by this small river to rest, and the most important thing is that he would broadcast live!

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At about 3 o'clock in the afternoon, after driving to the destination marked by the coordinate point, I saw the tombstone surrounded by a wooden frame from the car, Zhang Yang and He Xiaoman had already put on their clothes and got out of the car with worship things, and the four little guys were left in the car.

In fact, on the way to ensure that tombstone, he will also see a stone tablet of 'looking for Peng Jiamu', and when he drove by here, Zhang Yang stopped the car and took a bottle of wine and came outside.

The drone followed Zhang Yang, who had just gotten out of the car, to the stone monument, and many people in the room were still wondering why Zhang Yang had brought a bottle of wine to the bottom, but they were quickly explained.

"Maybe you don't know it, there has been an unopened bottle of wine buried under this stone tablet, and in order to prevent volatilization, the person who buried this bottle of wine at that time also wrapped a lot of plastic bags outside, and when someone dug up this bottle of wine a year later, the bottle of unopened wine still volatilized about a quarter, which is enough for everyone to see the drought and heat here.

People who know about this will basically check if the wine has been volatilized after coming here, and then bury a new bottle, but I don't know if there is one now, so let's take a look. ”

After explaining to the fans in the live broadcast room and He Xiaoman who was following him, Zhang Yang put aside a bottle of Moutai that Wang Wucong brought from the previous party, and then picked up the sapper shovel and dug it under the stone stele.

"I said why did you wrap up the wine with a plastic bag and duct tape before you just got out of the car, it turned out to be because of this!"

Looking at the bottle of wine bottle-like items that Zhang Yang had just excavated from under the stone tablet, which had been wrapped in black plastic bags and duct tape, He Xiaoman picked up the wine they had just brought over next to him and suddenly realized.

The bottle of wine under the stele Zhang Yang did not move, but turned around and took the wine He Xiaoman had just picked up from the ground, and then nodded and said.

"It's better to wrap it around it for protection, don't wait for the next year's weather to be hot and then volatilize, we won't move this bottle of wine, just put our own down!"

As if he was talking to He Xiaoman, and as if he was talking to himself, Zhang Yang put the wine he sent next to the original bottle of wine in the pit under the stone stele.

The original wine may have been put in by someone who has a relationship with Mr. Peng Jiamu, or it may have been put in by admirers like him, but when he came to this silent Lop Nur, and came to Kumu Kuduke, where Mr. Peng Jiamu had disappeared, since Zhang Yang knew that there was such a thing, he naturally would not treat it as not knowing.

"Let's go, Mr. Peng Jiamu's tombstone is about four or five kilometers to the east, let's drive over directly!"

Re-smashed the frozen hard soil blocks that had just been dug up, and then bought them back to fill them up, and after gently patting them with a sapper shovel, Zhang Yang got up and patted the soil on his gloves, and then called He Xiaoman back to the RV.

It was said that it was four or five kilometers, but it didn't take long to drive the car, as if it had just started the car and then stopped again, through the windshield, Zhang Yang and He Xiaoman who were sitting in the car and the fans who saw it through the drone outside, and at the same time saw a stone monument surrounded by a wooden fence in the distance.

"It's here, let's go, let's go down!"

Parking the car away from the stone monument, Zhang Yang picked up the worship things on the coffee table in the living room, took He Xiaoman out of the car again, and then left the four little guys who obviously didn't want to go down in the car, and walked to the stone monument not far away.

When I got closer, I found that there were a lot of plastic flowers on the wooden fence, an incense burner in front of the monument, some shriveled memorial food, and a mineral water bottle full of water that I don't know who had put down, which was Pengamu's tombstone.

Although it is called a tombstone, this monument can only be considered a monument because Pengamu's body has not yet been found.

It was a somewhat blackened ashlar stele, and on the right side of the stele was written: Comrade Peng Jiamu was unfortunately killed during this scientific expedition on June 17, 1980, and he wrote on the left side of the stele: Lop Nur Expedition Team of the Xinjiang Branch of the Academy of Sciences, followed by the date 'November 1, 1981'.

It's just because of the perennial wind and sand in Lop Nur, the word "difficult" at the bottom of the right side and the word "day" at the bottom of the left side have been buried in the ground by the wind and sand, and the whole stele has been eroded by the wind and sand to be mottled.

Standing in front of the tombstone, he took out the memorial supplies in the handbag in turn, and He Xiaoman also opened the wind shield that Zhang Yang had just taken down at the same time and stood in a sheltered position, blocking all the points in the open space in front of the tombstone.

In the tombstone, Zhang Yang did not prepare to put mineral water, but lit the cut yellow paper, and then put a handful of incense in the incense burner above the burning yellow paper, and then dug up the three bottles of wine that were packaged in the same way as the stone monument and buried them under the tombstone.

Then the two of them paid respectful worship before ending the most traditional way of memorial, and then Zhang Yang sat in front of the tombstone, and then put some of the snacks he had made before and a roast chicken that he had just taken out of the refrigerator in front of the tombstone, and then said to the people in the live broadcast room.

"The location of this monument is the place where the footprints finally disappeared after Mr. Peng Jiamu disappeared after everyone looked for the footprints. ”

took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, Zhang Yang sat in front of the stele and smoked quietly, then unpacked a bottle of unwrapped Moutai and sprinkled it in front of Mr. Peng Jiamu's grave.

In fact, if you look carefully around this tombstone or get up and go around, you can still find the remaining seven or eight remnants, and raise your finger to a remnant monument not far away.

"Like these monuments are the monuments set up here by travelers and expeditions who have come here in the past few decades, in fact, most of them are to commemorate 'a trip here', and because the base of these monuments is not very deep, some monuments have been broken, some monuments have been damaged, and they all fell there, as for why it has become like this, I believe everyone should be able to understand it, the monument that can appear here can only be Mr. Pengamu's!"

Speaking of which, in fact, I am still a little unhappy in my heart Those who erect a monument here, these people have obviously made plans before coming here, and have taken the monument to be erected in advance, but obviously the thoughts of these people are worth figuring out.

A cigarette was about to burn out, throwing the cigarette butt into the bottle that had just been poured wine, Zhang Yang screwed the lid back again, and then put the bottle back into the bag he was carrying before, ready to take the garbage back, and at the same time took off the plastic bag containing the roast chicken and put it in the bag as well.