Chapter 160: Selling Birds in Elmwood-The Northern School Tomb Raider’s Notes

Two months later.

“Yun Feng, are you packed yet.” The sound of the handle’s words came from behind him.

I surveyed myself in the mirror, always feeling a little strange.

Head with a duck-tongued cap, rushed shirt collar high up, cheeks thin, with large sunglasses cover a small half of the face, in addition, I feel as if I have grown a little taller, is not there a saying that twenty-three scurrying a scurry, I have not yet reached twenty-three, I guess I can still scurry.

Bean Sprout Boy hands in the bowl, huffing and puffing and eating the hanging noodles laughed: “Peak son ah, how do I see you in this outfit is not like a good person.”

I shook my head and followed the head out the door.

Leaving Alxa has been two months, the year is approaching, we now landed in Yulin, there is a possibility that we will spend the New Year in Yulin, there is also a very important thing, can not have a good year, we have to see if there is no money in the pocket, if there is no money, this year is not solid, always feel that this year is a waste of work.

The head of the handle is very fond of the Myriad Birds, he will sometimes take out and look at it alone for the whole night, I also often look at it, but I also accidentally found out one thing, the Myriad Birds from the back of the ass | to see the feathers and high back, and from the side can not be seen the human face, because it is blocked by the two wings.

That is to say, from the back side, it is a fat bird, and from the front side, it becomes a human being, it’s amazing, like the ancient craftsmen did it on purpose, I estimated that if there is a centimeter error between the human head, the human hand, the wings, and the bird’s body, it won’t have this effect.

A phrase that is often said when you put your head in the air.

Over my eyes both I have, in addition to our gang themselves, there are more than a dozen people waiting for a share of the money, we just like it again, but also have to go out ah.

This thing is very difficult to get out, on the auction is simply impossible, it is estimated that Liu Yuanning can not eat, because they do not want to sell abroad, in looking for buyers on the head of the use of a lot of people’s relations, and finally about a person.

When the three buyers who came to Yinchuan to buy Ashoka Pagoda, there is a woman, this woman behind someone, behind her behind someone else, this person to Yulin, put the head of the week has already talked to this person twice, this time to take me over, if not unexpected, my waistline will be bulging in the next time.

Hmmm ……

The city of Yinchuan, I left a lot of memories, when left for a long time in the second time to go to Yinchuan, in the second time back to the supreme treasure and Zixia fairy eyes on the wall of the earth city, the heart will feel very complicated, but also like the theme of the TV series sings, the love of a lifetime.

For Alashan, Inner Mongolia in the Great Northwest, if you use a song to describe it, it’s horse racing.

And for Elmwood, which was only just beginning to develop back then, a song to describe it would have been Nine.

Red sorghum on the high slopes of the loess, crying when the suona is blown.

At that time Yulin had just become a prefecture-level city not long ago, Yulin and Ankang, Shangluo, called by the outside world as the three least favored cities.

Baoji, Hanzhong, Xi’an, and even Weinan and Tongchuan said Yulin can not, said Yulin how you are so poor, but also can not line up, can not support the prongs up.

Twenty years went by in the blink of an eye, and now I’m looking at it.

When the ground is full of small cottages are gone, the kiln is less and less, every family lives in buildings, and Yulin’s gdp in the province ranked first two, the city has money, engage in fifteen years of free education, free medical care, Shenmu one-time donations of billions of dollars, Yulin people cattle up.

The Elk River runs through Yulin, and I remember when the water in the Elk River was very clear, there were black fish in the river, and there were small bungalows and people riding bicycles everywhere around.

Handlehead and I went to the place where we boarded the boat, and there was a pancake cart selling pancakes with a lot of stickers from the cartoon Little Muddy Gods, presumably put on by the kids in the family.

The pancake spreader was a big sister in her forties, walking her head over to her and opening her mouth, “Boss, a set of pancakes.”

The older sister said, “Do you want crisps, with or without chorizo, and you can add King of Eggs.”

At this point pressed his head down to the brim of his hat and said, “One set of pancake fries, add me eighty-eight eggs.”

Upon hearing that eighty-eight eggs were to be added, the elder sister’s expression immediately became alert, and she pretended to scoop up a spoonful of batter and whispered, “I can’t add eighty-eight, can I add sixty-six?”

Shake your head and say I’ll have the pancakes with eighty-eight eggs.

The eldest sister nodded without moving, wiped her hands, and ran aside to make a phone call.

After waiting for more than ten minutes by the river, a small boat came by, and when it docked, the boatman waved, and I jumped into the boat with my head.

On the way the boatman didn’t say a word or ask where we were going, I asked the head of the handle where this was going and the head of the handle turned back to me and told me to meet the buyer.

I don’t know if the boatman didn’t eat, the boat went really slow, rowed for most of the day, got off the boat we walked and took a car, and finally arrived at a place called Dongshan. (It may be called Dongsha, I can’t remember.)

Dongshan there connected to the Great Wall of Zhenbei Pass, back then that area are kilns, cottages are few, many families are dug under the wall of the Great Wall of the kiln to live, looks very poor.

There is a kiosk there in Dongshan, the rower had a cell phone that he didn’t use, and when we got to the place we used the kiosk’s landline to make a call, and he took us again after the call.

Like Bean Sprout said, I look like a badass in this outfit, and several of the kids from East Hill kept looking at me as they dug a little hole in the ground and were playing with glass bullets, which rolled up to my feet and disappeared in a kick.

After going up four or five large earthen slopes in a row, the boatman at last brought us to a kiln, which had a door, half covered, and from which I heard the intermittent sound of a lute, and did not know whether it was played by a human being or by the music that was being played.