"Who is this man?" The Cossack chief asked.

"You Russians, there is no need to know." Dai Zongqian took another deep breath and tried to calm his mind, "I'll pay, you give me the goods, it's fine." ”

"You want this door to be damaged, too?" The Cossack leader touched his bearded chin and asked.

"This one is damaged, plus the one you repaired, and the corresponding shells. The price is negotiable. Dai Zongqian looked at the Cossack leader, "If you can help me fix it, the cost will be mine." It doesn't matter if they can't be repaired, I'll ship them out and find someone else to fix them. ”

"I'll give it a try." Hearing that there was money to be made, the Cossack leader happily agreed.

"Don't throw away what you removed during repairs."

"No problem, I know, they're important evidence for you."

Walking out of the warehouse, Dai Zongqian looked at the scorching sun in the sky, the anger in his heart gradually subsided, and after he calmed down, he began to think about the specific aspects of the action as Lin Yiqing often does.

"I don't know how Lao Liu and Qincha are going......" Dai Zongqian muttered to himself.

There was a slight itch on his forehead, and Shi Lizi raised the back of his hand to brush it, and it was drenched, and it turned out that there was a lot of sweat. Looking up, the sun still did not climb to the middle of the sky. It's not noon, and it's not summer, so why is it so hot? He was a little upset, and even his mouth was dry for a while.

The sun is such a strange thing, sometimes it goes so fast, sometimes it goes so slowly. Shi Lizi felt that he had been sitting on this bluestone for half a lifetime. But not a single morning has passed. He suddenly wished that the large stone plate in front of Ariel's house was in front of him. Then he could count the shadow of the iron needle in the middle of the stone plate, one grid at a time. As long as the shadow moves one block away from the red line. Ariel would show up at the door.

The first and fifteenth days of each month are the days of jade picking. At noon, the jade pickers in the city and countryside will gather on the banks of the Baiyu River, and then Ariel will appear in the forest singing songs, jump up and down in front of everyone, wave her hand, and lead everyone to the Baiyu River to pick jade.

The rules of jade mining have been passed down here for an unknown number of generations, and they have never changed. Of course, in Ariel was her grandfather before. Before her grandfather was her great-grandfather. Her family has been a river keeper for generations, but in Shi Lizi's heart, Ariel is equal to a river keeper. From the day he started to go to the White Jade River, it was the path led by Ariel, and before that, he had heard the stories of her grandfather, and he had heard them told by his elders, but those legends finally failed to get a little color in his imagination, and they only became legends.

Ariel was always punctual. When the sun is in the middle of the day, and the shadow of the jade picker curls timidly into a small mass at his feet, Ariel's song will surely come from the woods. At first, Shi Lizi didn't pay attention to this. It's always so lively by the river. People laughed and teased. As she played, Ariel's singing slipped in like sunlight piercing through the woods. He didn't remember what day it was, but he suddenly saw Ariel come out of the woods briskly, like a lively deer, walking to the rhythm of the sun among everyone. From this time on, Shi Lizi began to yearn more and more for this semi-monthly work. No matter what the jade pickers were talking about, he could always hear the light footsteps of the song in the loud laughter and words, and then Ariel's sweet eyes would twinkle before him, as they always were.

Shi Lizi thought about Ariel over and over again, sometimes very clearly, sometimes vaguely.

Ariel is not very beautiful, and there are many girls among the Uyghurs who are more delicate and beautiful than Ariel. But when Shi Lizi thought of Ariel's smile, he felt that his heart had melted.

Ariel is small. She was dressed in black and red checkered clothes, her skin was as white as goat's milk, and her hair was black and long, and hung limply down her waist. Ariel has a small face, a delicate nose and a pointed chin. When she laughed, her big black eyes narrowed into two curved eyelash lines, and her crisp laughter filled the col. Her garments were dyed with red flowers by the white jade river. All the river keepers wore such black and red clothes, wide and wide, red as the sunset. It is said that this was to make it easier for the river god to identify. But Ariel was dressed differently. It was much later that Shi Lizi realized that Ariel had quietly tightened the waist and hem of the dress, and her soft and slender waist and white calves were dancing when she walked. That said, Ariel was still a little girl after all. This made Shi Lizi suddenly give birth to some ethereal hopes, and the little girl was much kinder than the river keeper.

He felt flustered, not knowing how to talk to anyone, let alone how to tell Ariel. He's not even a jade picker, he's just an inn handyman. The great joy of expecting her was mixed with the embarrassment of facing her, and he could only bury himself deeper into the crowd. Watching Ariel's every move in the chaos, Shi Lizi felt much more relieved.

In the largest village here, nearly half of the more than 100 families depend on jade mining for their livelihood.

The land here is barren, and the families are very scarce, and there are often no more than ten households in a village. If there are more than 10 households, it will be more difficult to find so many lands that can support people. It's just that it just so happens that there is a white jade river nearby, and this white jade river happens to produce jade, and the rich families in Wanzhou, Zhongzhou, happen to like jade, and it has become one of the most famous mountain villages in Western Xinjiang. About half of the jade in the entire western Xinjiang is mined from the Baiyu River here.

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