Yun Ruo pondered for a moment and did not answer my question, but said with some excitement: "I'll introduce you to Southern Xinjiang, although I haven't been here once!" ”

I'm dizzy! You haven't been here to say something, can you not always surprise me, you know, when I didn't use this mind reading technique, she was obviously a quiet lily-like woman, but after using this mind reading technique, I, I seem to be unable to keep up with the rhythm of other people's thoughts!

At this time, I could only listen quietly, silently listening to what this girl said.

In the early morning, before the fog had cleared in the mountains, a very old shepherd whipped and drove dozens of long-haired sheep past us.

The old shepherd didn't even look up at us, but walked forward with his head buried.

Strangely, the Black Moon Tiger took the initiative to greet him, speaking in a dialect that I didn't understand at all.

Yun Ruo introduced strangely: "In fact, there is no difference between raising ghost villages and most villages, people live the same life, and the daily qiē is the same as ordinary villages, after all, after so many years, although they try their best to avoid being assimilated by the Han people, they still can't stop the impact of the progress of the times."

At this point, any race will bow its head in front of the Han Chinese, you are really a terrible people. ”

The first time I heard Yun Ruo use the word terrible, I could completely feel the emotion in her heart, and she said it from the bottom of her heart.

After sighing, Yun Ruo stared at the old shepherd and said, "I also know this old shepherd, no matter how windy or rainy, he will go to more than ten miles of mountain roads to graze day after day!" He was about the same age as my mother-in-law, and even my father knew him. ”

I stared at the old shepherd for a long time, and after making sure that this man had no other feelings than his skill in driving sheep, I asked in my heart, "How can you pay attention to an ordinary person?" This shouldn't be! ”

Yun Ruo said indifferently: "Ordinary? No, he is very prominent, in this place in southern Xinjiang, normal means that this is not ordinary, and not wanting to sing is what they should do. ”

From this sentence, I feel that Yun Ruo seems to have an inexplicable affection for Southern Xinjiang, which I can't say well, but it's definitely not a good feeling.

I said curiously: "Southern Xinjiang is full of jungles, wouldn't it be good to graze near the village in Southern Xinjiang, why bother to run so far." Could it be that they still insist that rabbits do not eat the grass next to the nest, and the greening construction in front of their homes cannot be destroyed? ”

Yun Ruo suddenly squinted at me and said with a smile: "Shanye villager, where do you know what environmental protection is?" You use this kind of word to discuss the knowledge of the relevant aspects in this place of death, too retarded, okay? ”

Burst! I almost laughed, Yun Ruo glared at me, grabbed my arm, and I suddenly felt pain all over my body, and the face that I wanted to laugh turned into a crying face.

At this time, I saw the Black Moon Tiger turn his head to look at us, and the resentment and revenge in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest, on the contrary, it seemed to carry a sense of pleasure that was about to be released.

This old pervert! I cursed silently in my heart.

Yun Ruo's voice came again: "Don't be emotional, this will make us all passive." ”

I immediately put on a pained look and continued walking.

Yun Ruo looked at me appreciatively: "Sample, I'm quite good at acting!" It's time for you to go to the Oscars. ”

This girl, she actually knows Oscar, it seems that the long years of life in the mountains have not isolated her, on the contrary, she knows this society better than most people.

Yun Ruo continued: "We just said, well, in your words, it is environmental protection, this is where this old shepherd stands out, he is not really afraid of the environment here being damaged, but he has to run more than ten miles of mountain roads to herd sheep.

Because in that place in Nanjiang Village, there are no more plants for his sheep to feed their stomachs. ”

I was suddenly startled: "No, I think this place is quite close to nature, you look at this dense trees, the patches of green grass, and those terraces, how fresh." ”

Yun Ruo glanced at me: "You'll see it in a moment." ”

Sure enough, as soon as Yun Ruo's words fell, the scenery in front of him was gradually changing.

The vegetation on the ground is gradually becoming scarcer, and the further you go, the less vegetation there is on the ground, first the trees disappear, and then the green grass becomes shorter and rarer.

As we continued to move on, even the thin grass and moss were scattered in the east and west, and large areas of yellow mud appeared.

It's okay, at least there's still yellow mud.

Further, there was not even a yellow mud field. I felt as if I had walked into a high loess slope, and as I walked up this reckless ridge, I saw that the soil under my feet had gradually melted.

At the foot of the ridge are layers of deserted terraced rice fields, and the original shape of the terraced fields can only be seen from the edge, because not even a single grass root can be seen on those terraced fields.

"This place used to be called Linhai Village, which means to look at the mountains and the sea, what a beautiful name, but you look at the scenery you really see. The barren land and the dry sea are not enough to describe the poverty here. ”

Yun Ruo said sarcastically.

In fact, Beijiang Village is poor enough in my opinion, but the Nanjiang Village in front of me can no longer be described as poor.

From this ridge into the thousands of ravines and ravines of Nanjiang Village, people are like a speck of dust.

More and more people are driving their flocks out of this deep basin, and the small village surrounded by mountains on three sides is coming out.

A few miles away from us, there were several fields of land that had been cultivated on the ridges of the hills, but they were not growing food, but tobacco.

Even so, the tobacco on this land is still harvested, and no one can guarantee whether they will be able to smoke dry tobacco in the next year.

When I looked at the small village below the ridge, I finally understood why there was not even a single grassroots here.

Not because of the weather, not because of the terrain, not because of the sheep.

At the end of the day, it's a human problem!

The patches of stilted buildings and adobe houses were not as dilapidated as I imagined, but the layers of black gas that lingered outside the village, the kind of shocking black gas that could completely frighten people to death, made people unbearable to look at directly.

When I saw the black air, I suddenly remembered an adjective that was not particularly suitable - haze!

No, the smog is just environmental pollution, and you can still see the scenery clearly.

But this small village, covered in countless ghosts, is like a monster lying on the bottom of the valley, and you can't even see its face clearly.

And at this time, we are walking towards the mouth of this monster! R1148