It can be seen that the archaeological team is very satisfied with these people. When talking about salary, everyone entrusted Huang Shanbao to come forward. Huang Shanbao stood at the front of the team and gritted his teeth and shouted a number.

"Sixty dollars a day, not a penny less!"

The people below were stunned. Qin Dabing grabbed him hard, lowered his voice and said, "Don't be too deceitful, the farm eats imperial grain, and the monthly salary is only one hundred and forty yuan." My substitute teacher only earns 70 yuan a month, and I only earn 2 yuan a day......

"That's it, you're not slandering, you're blackmailing......" Wu Wanchun also muttered, "It's darker than my ......"

Huang Shanbao is also a little empty in his heart. He saw that the three people sitting in the village committee did not speak, and they were talking about something one after another. He also felt that his lion was opening his mouth, so he had to bow his head and whisper to his companions.

"Or forty-one days?"

"What an international joke! You can't earn so much by kidnapping tickets! ”

"Thirty?"

"High!"

"It's still high!"

"Twenty?"

"It's not too far off!"

"I guess people can agree to this number."

Huang Shanbao breathed a sigh of relief, he raised his head, and was about to reduce the price on the spot. But at this time, I saw that those few people also discussed.

"Sixty yuan a day, this price we accept. After discussing it just now, we felt that the desert was particularly difficult, so I wanted to give everyone an additional five yuan a day for field work subsidies......"

All the people in Yatur Village present were stunned - especially those who Wu Wanchun had found but hesitated and did not sign up.

For example, Zhang Xiangyang's cousin Zhang Xiangchun complained about his cousin for more than a month, and he had to mumble almost every day.

"Damn, Xiao Yangzi, this idiot, I don't say it's dangerous there, so Lao Tzu didn't join the archaeological team! Lack of success, more than failure! ”

Back then, more than 20 years later, Zhang Xiangchun finally got his wish, he joined Wen Tingxu's archaeological team, and then died tragically in the desert because of greed.

The archaeological team also set up a paperwork, and the village committee stamped it for everyone, and everyone pressed their fingerprints.

"Give us this lot of money, and you must do a good job for others!" Qin Dabing instructed everyone.

"Yes, I hope to work for a few more days, and then my family will be able to build a new house and marry a daughter-in-law!" Lu Jiefang, who has always wilted, spoke.

Huang Shanbao remembers very well that it was September 7, 1993, the twenty-first day of the seventh lunar month.

For the rest of the day, the archaeological team was preparing supplies in the village of Yatur, because it was next to the farm, so food and water were easy to find. The archaeological team made a high bid, and many people in the village rushed to sell them something.

"Beijing is where the chairmen live, and it is a first-class good place, so they are all good people!" The villagers counted the money and admired it from the bottom of their hearts.

Three days later, the supply was complete. The person surnamed Xun wanted to return to Yecheng, so Wen Mushan and Fei Tang led the team, and they drove the camels and set off along the road pointed out by Zhang Xiangyang.

Before leaving, the whole village stood at the entrance of the village to say goodbye. Everyone was full of expectations and felt that the archaeological team would definitely return smoothly this trip.

"If we find the ruins, they will come often in the future, and we will all follow them."

Only Zhang Xiangyang didn't see it that way, he muttered unlucky words at the entrance of the village, and was rewarded with two big slaps by the elders.

"Cowering, not a bit of an old man - or you earned that money!"

Huang Shanbao drove the camel, and he turned back and waved to his family who saw him off. That was the last time he saw his hometown, where the wind swept the yellow sand, enveloping dozens of adobe houses and dilapidated shacks in smoke and dust.

He turned and walked forward.

At that time, he had no nostalgia for this dilapidated place.

A group of people entered the desert and stayed in tents that night.

At that time, the tents were still military tents, made of green coarse cloth, and they were dead and heavy. There is a guy named Wang Yuanqing in the team, he is Wang Tuda's cousin, and he is a famous "little old man" in the village.

Huang Shanbao saw him working and grinding and chirping, so he kicked him when he went up.

"Good job! Marley point! ”

Wang Yuanqing snorted and hurriedly got busy. Fei Tang saw all this in his eyes, he had a cheerful personality and liked to chat, he walked over, patted Huang Shanbao on the shoulder, and shouted to everyone: "If there is anything in the future, everyone will discuss with Shanbao, and Shanbao will find me again." ”

Everyone else understands the meaning of his words, that is, "Huang Shanbao is already your leader".

Since then, Huang Shanbao has become a small leader among the temporary workers, he ran back and forth, busy coming and going, not only to solve difficulties for the migrant workers, but also to help the two experts "equalize", and soon won the recognition of Wen Mushan and Fei Tang.

In Huang Shanbao's eyes, Wen Mushan is a nerd, so Fei Tang is actually in charge of the top and bottom. In any case, in the first days of going deep into the desert, whether it was two scholars or ten migrant workers, everyone got along quite happily.

Day after day passed, Wen Mushan and Fei Tang began to get anxious. However, the migrant workers are quite comfortable, after all, they have money to earn, which is much better than doing anything else.

It wasn't until the tenth day that Fei Tang found that his compass was not working.

"Strange." He muttered and tinkered for a long time.

Fei Tang was a very serious person, and along the way he drew a route on the map according to the direction of the compass.

"Not only to find the ruins, but also to allow us to return smoothly." He explained to Huang Shanbao.

As a result, that day, Fei Tang's compass was like a convulsion, constantly turning in circles, and he was so distraught that he didn't know which direction to go in for a while.

The caravan stopped in the desert, and it was Wen Mushan who chased after him from behind, and he asked why it stopped.

Fei Tang explained what had happened, Wen Mushan climbed to the top of a sand dune, looked east and west, and finally he ran down.

"Have you found your target?" asked Fei Tang.

Wen Mushan shook his head: "The sea of sand is vast, it looks the same everywhere." ”

"What then? There seems to be a problem with the magnetic field here, do you want to turn around and leave? ”

"Nope! No way! Wen Mushan said decisively, "Go to the place where the magnetic change is strongest, where the compass rotates faster, let's go!" In extraordinary places, extraordinary things must be discovered. ”

Wen Mushan's words were decided. Fei Tang turned back and forth, and then asked Huang Shanbao to drive the leading camel and start moving towards an unknown place.

In the twilight of that day, they saw in the distance a continuous protrusion on the horizon, which looked not desert but more like a high wall that had collapsed after being built by man.

Fei Tang held the binoculars and looked at it for a long time, he was extremely excited, he ran towards Wen Mushan, and said excitedly: "Old Wen, I have found the ancient city!" You're right, and sure enough, it's in this direction - you see, the compass has turned into a propeller! ”