The camel bells are crisp, and the caravan walks deep and shallow in the desert. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Although it is rare to have a hint of wind, the flying sand in the sky is enough to cover the sky and the sun. As far as the eye can see, there is not a trace of greenery. In addition to the blue of the sky, there is the yellow of the sand that makes you feel anxious, and there are patches of dead poplar forests.

The caravan had to find an oasis to rest before nightfall, so it was much more hurried.

The desert in September is almost in winter, and not only is it not hot, but it is a little cold. However, due to dryness, Yin Qianhe still felt that her body was short of water like a rice field in a drought, so she was still walking with a water bottle all the time, and she had to drink a few sips of water if she couldn't walk a few steps.

The road in the desert is difficult to walk, and it cannot be rushed or slow. It doesn't take long for the footprints to be covered by the wind and sand, as if no one had ever walked on them. Knowing the way in the desert depends on experience, and the whole team depends on Yuan Jiushu to lead, otherwise it will definitely lose its way.

They traveled the route frequented by many caravans, so they found a small oasis in the evening. The team stopped and pitched their tents to rest and replenish some water.

Yin Qianhe collapsed in his tent and couldn't move for a long time.

Most of the day's trail was walked on one's own legs, and camels were rarely ridden. Walking in the desert is more tiring than walking on a flat road, and she has to climb over the sand dunes with her hands and feet, and at this moment she only feels as if she has no legs.

She couldn't help but scold herself in her heart, this is a cheap bone, find her own guilt. The good prosperous capital does not wait, but I want to come to this big desert where birds don't and suffer.

When night falls, it's the difference between spring and winter compared to daytime. She was shivering with her arms folded in the cold, when she suddenly saw a light outside.

At this time, Wu Xiaohu came to the outside of the tent and asked, "Miss Yin, we have a fire, do you want to come out to roast the fire?"

The support came in a timely manner.

Yin Qianhe immediately turned over and said, "Okay, I'll come right away."

As they spoke, the curtain was lifted, and the big ones were sitting around a vigorous bonfire laughing, and they walked over to join them.

"Hey, what are you talking about? So happy. Yin Qianhe sat down beside Wu Xiaohu.

Uncle Yuan Jiu said: "We are talking about the interesting things I encountered last time I went to Shanshan."

"Shanshan is one of our destinations, right?" Yin Qianhe asked.

Uncle Yuan Jiu said: "Yes." After Shanshan, it is exquisite and Khotan. ”

"And what about going over there?" Yin Qianhe's geography is not good, and he basically doesn't know much about the ancient Western Regions, so he has this question.

"Further west is Green Ridge, we won't go there this time."

"Oh. Then should we pass through Loulan Kingdom? I heard it was a good place. ”

"The country of Loulan has long since perished." It was Qin Chong who answered, "However, the place where Shanshan is located is very close to Gu Loulan, and there are many descendants of Loulan's relics. ”

Yin Qianhe sighed: "It's all gone, it's a pity!" I originally wanted to see the so-called ancient kingdom of Loulan. ”

"These Western Regions are almost the same, not as good as our Central Plains, Miss Yin, don't think too much. Do you want to drink wine to warm up? Wu Xiaohu lifted a leather wine jug and said.

"Okay."

Yin Qianhe took the wine jug and drank two sips, the wine in the Western Regions was stronger than that in the capital, and after drinking, there was a heat in his stomach, and his body also warmed up.

"But is there anything fun about Shanshan?"

"Tianshan Mountain and Flaming Mountain are not bad." Qin Zhong replied.

"Flaming Mountain? Oh, the Flaming Mountains seem to be nearby. Speaking of this, I remembered the story of Tang Seng traveling to the west to learn scriptures. She wiped the remaining drops of wine from her mouth and said.

Qin Chong said: "What the girl said is Master Sanzang? Master Sanzang went to Tianzhu to study Buddhism and learn scriptures, and his merits were indeed immeasurable. ”

Yin Qianhe shook his head and said, "It's him, but it's not this boring version." I'm talking about the four apprentices protecting Tang Seng to go to the West to learn scriptures, and all the monsters blocked them along the way, and they have experienced a total of nine hundred and eighty-one difficult stories, many of which are peach blossom difficulties. ”

After listening to this introduction, everyone else became interested and asked her what kind of story it was.

Yin Qianhe was secretly proud, none of them had seen the formed Journey to the West.

Since someone wants to listen, of course she is happy to speak. After all, the desert trip is too hard and boring, and you need to find some fun to relieve everyone's boredom.

"It ...... 500 years ago"

She stopped as soon as she said a word, as if it shouldn't have been five hundred years ago, this is not the era in which Tang Seng lived. I touched my nose and counted for a while, but I still couldn't count how many years ago.

As soon as everyone heard her start, she stopped talking again, and her appetite was uncomfortably lost.

Wu Xiaohu was anxious, "Miss Yin, why don't you talk about it?" What was it like 500 years ago? ”

Yin Qianhe said: "I'm counting the time to see if it was hundreds of years ago."

"Hey, it doesn't matter if he was hundreds of years ago, it's important to tell a story, you just say a random number, anyway, we don't know."

That's right, she's the only one who knows, and even if it's nonsense, no one will find out.

"Well, eight hundred years ago." Yin Qianhe gestured and became a storyteller, "It is said that eight hundred years ago, there was a Huaguo Mountain, which was a place with beautiful mountains and rivers and full of aura. There is a fairy stone on the mountain, I don't know how much heaven and earth aura, sun and moon essence I absorbed, and I actually have a spiritual ......"

Since then, every time he has rested, Yin Qianhe will tell everyone about "Journey to the West", adding some fun to the lonely journey.

Everyone praised her for speaking well, and she could become a storyteller. Wu Xiaohu even suggested that she go back to Beijing to return to the garden to tell stories, and many people will definitely listen.

The caravan walked in the desert for nearly five days before it came out, and when it came out of the desert, you could see the meadows, cattle and sheep, and Shanshan was almost there.

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It's another season of tax collection season, and Qiu Dahei took two followers along Guanqiao Street to collect it.

The last time he went to Yun Xiangyi to collect taxes, Yin Qianhe deliberately took out the investment contract with Qin Chong's letter and reminded him that this store was the same as Xinhengdang next door, and Qin Chong was behind it.

Although Qiu Dahei was dissatisfied in his heart, he didn't dare to connive at his subordinates to take things indiscriminately, because after all, he only got this position after Qin Chong took office, and he didn't dare to offend Qin Chong again.

Moreover, according to common sense, there are generally big people behind Qin Chong's support. He is just a small official, and he doesn't dare to provoke these people easily, at most, he just shows off his might in front of the small traders.

But when he received Yun Xiangyi this time, the person who received him became Yin Qianyi.

"Eh, you're the owner of this shop, how did you change?"

Yin Qianyi saluted and replied softly: "Most of the people who used to guard the store were sisters, but recently she went far away, so I will replace her for a while."

Qiu Dahei saw that although the girl in front of him was the sister of the last time, she acted very differently from her. That sister is a well-spoken and a little slippery, but this sister is so gentle and lovely that people can't help but feel their hearts ripple.

He watched Yin Qianyi take half a cup of tea, neither speaking nor moving, like a pestle in the ground.

The attendant behind him asked strangely, "Big brother, why don't you speak?" ”

Qiu Dahei shook the black mole on his face, and "hehe" laughed twice, "Oh, nothing, nothing." ”

The attendant said: "Then let's hurry up and collect the money and leave, there are still many more to go." ”

Qiu Dahei tilted his head and said, "Do you need to remind me?" ”

He turned around and said to Yin Qianyi with a smile: "Girl, are all the money that should be prepared ready?" ”

Yin Qianyi took out a separate pouch from the drawer at the back of the cabinet, "It's ready, please check it." ”

She did what her sister instructed before leaving, she would give as much tax money as she wanted, and never give more than a penny, so as not to be swallowed by Qiu Dahei and them.

After Qiu Dahei got the silver, he said, "One or two more." Come on, come on, girl, take back the more. As he spoke, he was about to stuff a tael of silver into Yin Qianyi's hand.

Yin Qianyi was taken aback, this tax collector would pay her back, and she didn't give much at all.

She clenched her hands and didn't dare to take them, "I just took so much, it won't be much." ”

Qiu Dahei smiled: "It's me who collects the money, I say more, I say more, take it." ”

He insisted on returning the money to Yin Qianyi, and then left with his followers.

Yin Qianyi was completely confused about this.