Although it is named as the spring of the four seasons, Kunming in mid-October is still a little chilly. www.biquge.info We prepared for a few days in Taluo, and when we stopped in Jinghong, we planned to take a plane directly to Zhengzhou, but later considering some special reasons, we finally decided to reverse and arrive in Kunming first, and then find a way to set off from Kunming.

"Hey, these things won't pass the security check of the woman, it's no fun, if the train security check can't be passed, we have to take a long-distance bus instead." Again, this is the fat man's proposal.

The things that Cailiu carries with me do not know how to look at them are some strange-shaped control knives, and those who know a little bit will know that they are valuable cultural relics, although I still have the title of an archaeologist who exists in name only, but if it is really found out, not only will it have to be peeled off by various procedures, not to mention, these things will have to be forced to be handed over. In this way, not only is time not allowed, but these things are also life-saving things, and what the fat man said is not unreasonable, we can't afford to take this risk.

I was still lucky, but then I came to Kunming Railway Station to see, obediently, the passengers who went south and north dragged their families with large bags and small bags almost formed an insurmountable wave of people, this scene I saw in front of the three-story ancient building under the tomb of the jade coffin of the Western Zhou Dynasty in the suburbs of Qibar Township, and I still have palpitations; Not only that, but there are also a lot of uniformed cats and plainclothes, cats, that is, police officers. As soon as I saw this battle, I looked at the fat man, and we walked out of the Kunming Railway Station in a huff. Since the long-distance bus station and railway station in Kunming are compiled together, it is estimated that the long-distance bus will not play. We couldn't leave, so we had to temporarily nest in a black hotel near the train station to figure out a way.

"Hey, I said, we should have driven out of our own car at that time, and just walked over at high speed."

The fat man has always been impatient, and after slamming the door three times and scolding the bewitching woman who went to the door to do the work, he said to me with some annoyance.

I shook my head, "From Yunnan to Henan, it will cross Guizhou, Hunan and Hubei in the middle, passing through five provinces, the time is too long, and the self-driving is tiring and troublesome, except for the time of traffic congestion and paralysis to refuel and water, there are so many toll stations, and each station will take a moment and a half, and the ghost knows how long it will take to go back, and neither of us is suitable for running long distances." ”

The last sentence is the truth, I don't like to drive, especially long distances, as soon as I get on the highway I get sleepy, the fat man's character, the dirt road in Daluo Town can be driven to 120 yards, and the high-speed finger may not be able to fly to how much, the original refusal to drive him is also for these considerations, and most importantly, the private car is easy to be tracked and investigated, the senior management of the archaeological team asked me to stay in Daluo and wait for the notice, I was found to be troublesome this time, not to mention that there is a meat dumpling next to the colorful willow.

"Hey, that's just a black car now." The fat man spread his hands.

I nodded, didn't answer again, and thought to myself as I lay on the dark, narrow, foul-smelling little hotel bed. Our hometown is in the ancient village of Libukou Township, Henan, the west of the village is mountainous, there is an embroidery pond, and there seems to be nothing worth scrutinizing in addition, even if you don't consider why the fathers want to do such an unfortunate and immoral thing as robbing the tomb, just say that this tomb is an ancient mound, in our impression of the piece is also not, from this point alone does not make sense - there is no dealer, so the Hakka go back to steal which tomb? Could it be that he went back to dig the graves of his ancestors in the same village? Isn't this a thunderstorm to stand on the tile, looking for a thunderbolt by yourself?

I asked the fat man to ask my uncle about this before, and my uncle couldn't tell me why, of course, it may be that he deliberately concealed it......

I couldn't think of the essentials after thinking about it, so I simply didn't want to, and went back to Xiagu Village to see what the situation was.

The next day, the fat man found a black car driver who was willing to run long distances, this is a lean Sichuan man, he looks very energetic, and he is very straightforward.

"Tell me about the cauldron, when do you want to go? It's time to go. ”

He said that his surname is Zheng, let's call him Master Zheng, and then although it is a black car, but let us put one hundred and twenty hearts, he used to run transportation in his hometown in Chongqing, mainly pulling coal mines and fertilizers, and sometimes pulling some construction steel, driving a Cummins 260-horsepower violet, just the kind of dump semi-trailer with four front and eight back; In addition to running all over Sichuan, he also ran occasionally in Yunnan and Guizhou, and I heard Master Zheng say that for a while he also went to a small mountainous area north of Baoji, Shaanxi, not far from Gansu.

In order to make us have a pleasant journey and a smooth journey, Master Zheng specially popularized science with us: when he went from Sichuan to Baoji, he had to pass through Hanzhong and cross the Qinling Mountains, when the highway from Hanzhong to Baoji had not been repaired, and the high-speed around Xi'an was not only too far, but also a sum of tolls, which was not cost-effective, so he could only turn over the Qinling Mountains and take the provincial highway and the national highway out of Hanzhong, and there were two roads to go from Hanzhong to Baoji at that time, one was from Hanzhong Liuba to turn over Jiudian and Chaiguanling, and pass through Fengxian County to Baoji; The other is to take the Jiangmei Highway, from Hanzhong to Taibai, and then arrive at Baoji.

The reason why he talked to us about this, Master Zheng's meaning is obvious-I have run hundreds of times on such a difficult road, and it is not a problem to pull a few of you melon babies to run at high speed.

We are still talking about the price here, and Master Zheng has already talked endlessly, foaming at the mouth, and his eyes are full of infinite yearning, as if he is full of sweet nostalgia for that period of semi-trailer life.

I saw that he couldn't stop, scratched his head and touched the fat man, and asked him to hurry up and get down to business, the sooner we negotiated the departure, the sooner we would go back.

The fat man had listened to it with relish, but he suddenly came back to his senses when I reminded him, and hurriedly interrupted Master Zheng, who was still dancing his hands and feet, and told him that the price was not a problem, as long as we were sent back to our hometown in Henan as soon as possible under the premise of safety.

"Want, get." Master Zheng poured a big sip of water, and then he agreed with a smile on his face.

Everything was negotiated, and the three of us didn't talk about it, because we just went back to our hometown to ask about something this time, so we didn't have many items with us, and we all carried them with us, even if we got into Master Zheng's car.

This is a medium new and old Jinbei small sea lion van, this kind of car is very common in rural areas, affordable and good performance, very popular with some vegetable farmers or small business people. As soon as I got into the car, I found that in addition to the original seats, the rear compartment that was supposed to be used for loading and unloading goods was also full of rows of seats, which should have been added later; Looking at the four legs of the seats, they are all welded to the carriage, thinking that this Master Zheng should be doing a perennial short-term and long-distance business, so he directly made a permanent transformation of the rear compartment.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with these things, I leaned back in the back seat, thought about it, and shouted at the fat man who was snorting and drilling into the passenger seat.

The fat man turned his head when he heard the sound and asked me what was wrong, I raised my eyebrows at Master Zheng, who was sitting in the driver's seat, and the fat man immediately understood.

"Hey, Master Zheng." I saw the fat man frowning, and shouted angrily. (To be continued.) )