Since the beginning of the fifties and sixties, steam locomotives have gradually begun to withdraw from the world stage.

But in some places, because the price of coal is still lower than that of oil, this old antique from the industrial era still has its value in the land.

Yuan Yu didn't know where his second senior brother Xifeng had gone alone with the remnant sword on his back.

When they got out of the car, the snow had stopped, and surprisingly, there wasn't much snow on it.

The old stoker, who had been working for many years, squatted by the railroad tracks and smoked cigarettes, telling Yuan Yu that the place where they got off the train was a Sumu under the jurisdiction of Keshiketeng, that is, a township.

The old stoker also said that it was a good place, and that licorice, ephedra, white peony and wolfberry grew on the mountain...... There are also yellow sheep, swans and cranes, and of course, foxes and wolves......

But in Yuan Yu's opinion, it is very ...... Let's call it desolation.

The thick yellow grass on the side of the road, with the snow like a leprosy head, stretched all the way to the low and continuous dirt mountains at the end of the distant vision, and the unobstructed yellow fields were unobstructed.

The only thing that Yuan Yu likes is that the sky at the end of the earth mountain is a very pure and thorough blue, intertwined with fading clouds.

That's it, Yuan Yu doesn't hate it, although it's cold.

No people in sight.

Yuan Yu took Xiao Daogu's hand and walked behind Old Man Xiao for a long, long time, and there was still withered yellow grass in front of him.

Since the wind left last night, Old Man Xiao's brows have not stretched.

Along the way, even Zhang Sanhui rarely spoke.

Yuan Yu could faintly smell a sense of depression, and this sense of depression emanated from the inside out of Old Man Xiao, Xichen, and even Zhang Sanhui.

And until that time, Yuan Yu never thought that all this depression and weirdness, at the end of this trip, would change its face and fall on himself who seemed to have nothing to do with it.

It was cold, and several people did not eat since morning.

Old man Xiao's thin face was a little tired, he squinted and looked around, saying that it was not a way to go on like this, but he was afraid that he would not be able to find a place to stay when it was dark.

Therefore, Old Man Xiao took a few people to fork the road and walked towards a higher earthen beam in the distance.

Standing a little higher, you may be able to see where there are people.

It's just that the height of Tuliangzi is very limited after all, and it is not enough to achieve the purpose of climbing high and looking far.

But it was not too unlucky, a few people turned over the earthen beam, and on the other side of the earthen beam, there was a soft room, and I couldn't tell what it was.

If you really can't find a place to stay, this soft mud house is a place to rest.

Unexpectedly, when a few people walked towards the mud house, a shout suddenly sounded in the field in the distance under the earthen beam.

Yuan Yu followed Old Man Xiao and the others to stop and look for the source of the voice.

Far away, Yuan Yu saw a black dot, which seemed to be waving his hand, but he couldn't hear what the man was shouting.

After touching a stick of incense, a carriage hurriedly stepped on the dirt road covered with yellow grass.

The car was a board car, and a man in Mongolian clothes was sitting on a wooden bed with his heels dragged to the ground very comically.

When he got closer, Yuan Yu heard it clearly, and the man was anxiously shouting: "Come down!" Come down! ”

Old man Xiao and Xichen looked at each other, not knowing why.

The carriage stopped directly under Tuliangzi, and the man driving the carriage walked back and forth on the dry grass under his feet, but he never wanted to take a step forward, but his mouth was a little anxious: "Brother Han, come down quickly!" ”

Old man Xiao's face eased, rubbed Yuan Yu's head, pinched Xiao Daogu's face, and walked down the earth beam with his hands behind his back again.

Seeing Old Man Xiao and a few people coming down, the man who drove the carriage seemed to be relieved, put his right hand on his left chest, knelt on one knee, and read something in his mouth.

Yuan Yu followed the direction of the man's salute, but suddenly realized that he was actually worshipping the muddy earthen house.

Old man Xiao was a little embarrassed, thinking that he had collided with some folk beliefs.

But the Mongolian man didn't mean to blame, and turned around and packed up the full cart.

On the car, there was a basket made of withered rattan, which was full of dry dung balls one by one, as for horse dung or cow dung, Yuan Yu couldn't tell the difference.

The Mongolian man moved the basket and made a small space, still looking at Old Man Xiao and them in embarrassment: "Friend, I have wronged you to squeeze it!" ”

Old man Xiao thanked him and asked, "Brother, the people around here should not be far away!" ”

The Mongolian man said: "It's not far away, but the house is blocked by this continuous earthen beam, so it looks deserted!" ”

Zhang Sanhui leaned on the dung basket with a rare face, sniffed it, rubbed his nose and retreated.

Old man Xiao rolled up his sleeves, took out the flat burden from the carriage, and carried the dung basket on his shoulder: "Since it is not far away, let these two dolls sit on it, and there will be labor to lead the way!" ”

The Mongolian man responded very happily.

Zhang Sanhui still muttered to the basket of dung balls: "There are really people who use this thing to light the fire, I have only heard of it before." I haven't seen ...... yet."

Yuan Yu was afraid of soiling Xiao Daogu's clothes, so he let Xiao Daogu sit on his lap, but Xiao Daogu had to stick to Yuan Yu's arms inch by inch and giggle.

The cart staggered, squeaked and walked very slowly, and Xichen took over Old Man Xiao's flat burden and followed unhurriedly.

Old man Xiao looked curiously at Fang Cai's soft room on the earthen beam behind him, and asked about Fang Cai.

From the mouth of the Mongolian man, a few people knew that the soft mud house was actually a temple.

The temple has been abandoned for many years. It is said that it was used to ask for rain a long time ago, and such an earthen temple has long been deserted and no one cares about it.

As for why he hurriedly shouted to Old Man Xiao to come down, the Mongolian man said that such a temple is not clean and cannot be approached!

Legend has it that the gods in the temple resented people because they had no incense.

A while ago, someone died!

The Mongolian man said that a while ago, there was a gambler, who came back from here at night to gamble on a motorcycle, and when he walked here, he only felt chest tightness, out of breath, his neck seemed to be choked, and the car was also heavy.

The car overturned, and the gambler watched as the woman in white floated into the temple.

There is an unwritten rule for those who gamble money, whoever wins the money will be invited to eat and drink.

The gambler relied on his wine and gall and followed him into the temple, but when he entered the temple, there was nothing but a few broken statues.

The gambler who came to his senses rode home on a motorcycle and told his wife about it.

He died at dawn the next day, with three black finger prints on his neck......