When a woman is rich and has no face, she is sad.

Fei Sichun is such a woman, but her mind is quite smart.

However, Fei Sichun's cousin, the daughter of mutton magnate Yin Qinbing, is stupid and stupid, and her appearance is extremely ordinary.

This woman has short legs and a stocky body.

However, this woman has money. In Datang and overseas provinces, money is not everything, but it can do most of the things that can be done in this world.

Because she deals with mutton all day long, Yin Rongrong, the daughter of Fei Sichun's cousin mutton magnate Yin Qinbing, has a bad smell.

When this woman bought her own independent house in Chang'an City in the Tang Dynasty, she was targeted by several onmyoji of Fusang Kingdom. However, Yin Rongrong couldn't look down on the few onmyoji who dangled in front of her all day long.

The sun is finally setting in the west. He looked at the camel's load, and wondered how much he could carry on his back. There are 3 small European suitcases, two heavier and one lighter, both containing important things; There is also a duffel bag, a sextant, some maps, food and water bottles. It was too much to carry all these things on his back, so he decided to throw away the tent, the tea set, the wok, the almanac and the camel saddle.

He tied three boxes together, tied clothes, food, and sextants to them, and wrapped them up and down with a long strip of cloth, leaving a section for a strap. In this way, the whole package is like a canvas bag, and he can put his arms into the ring belt and carry things on his back. He hung the sheepskin water bag around his neck. Let it rock freely on your chest.

It's a heavy burden.

He took the compass in his hand, picked up his stuff and began to walk forward. He walked in the direction marked by the compass, not changing direction no matter how steep the hill was. Because he knew that if he tried to save his energy and went around the hills, it would be easy to get lost. There are still many miles in front of him, and we must not take the wrong path, let alone the wrong direction. He walked slowly and stride forward, all his energy focused on his feet and on the needle, and there was no hope or fear in his mind. He managed to forget about the pain in his body, stepped forward with his left foot, and followed with his right script, like a robot, with no brains or effort.

White clouds gathered on the horizon, and the desert gradually became colder. Behind him, the sun was getting closer and closer to the horizon, and it looked like a yellow balloon had fallen from the sky. It didn't take much effort for a bright moon to appear in the air.

He wanted to stop his advance, because no one could walk on the desert overnight. But his tent was thrown away, and there was no blanket, no rice, and no tea. He was sure that he would not be too far from the well and thought he could get there.

He walked forward with his feet up again. His composure made him feel even more lonely. He had fought against the merciless desert with his tenacious will and vast experience, and now it seemed as if the great desert was devouring his will in one bite and making him submit to the desert.

He still walked forward desperately, and the fear in his heart could not be suppressed. The moon had set, but the sky was still full of stars. Suddenly, he seemed to see his mother standing far away and said to him, "Have you forgotten what I told you?" Then he heard the honking of the train and the rattling of the wheels, which was synchronized with the beating of his heart. He felt that the road under his feet was much harder than before, and it turned out that he was stepping on a gravel road. After walking a few steps, he smelled the smell of roast mutton, straightened his waist and looked forward, and found that there was a fire not far away, and the smell of roast mutton wafted from there. At the same time, he saw a child gnawing on bones by the fire. Around the fire there were several tents, and there were several peaks where camels with ropes on their legs were grazing. It seems that he has come out of the sea of suffering. He walked into the hallucinatory crowd, and the people in the dream looked at him in amazement. A burly man stood up and said something, and he immediately untied the anti-sand cloth from his head and exposed his face.

The man took two steps forward and said in astonishment, "My cousin! ”

At this time, he did not believe that it was true. He thought it was just an illusion, smiled at the man, and immediately fell to the ground.

One of them patted him on the shoulder and said, "Wake up, Ahmid," the speaker spoke in a desert accent. For years, no one called him Ahmid. He opened his eyes and saw that the red sun in the east would soon rise again over the horizon. The cool breeze from the desert rushed to his face, which reminded him once again of his confusion and pursuit when he was 15 years old.

It was the first time he slept in the desert, and the first time he woke up in the desert, and he felt completely broken. He had thought to himself: My dad is dead, and soon I'll have a new dad. At that time, he could recite many passages from the Qur'an, and his mother was secretly teaching him German. He remembered the painful situation of circumcision in puberty. After the circumcision, a group of men fired guns to congratulate him on becoming an adult and on becoming one of them. Then he sat on the train and went on a long journey. In the car, he kept wondering what his cousin who lived in the desert was like; I was worried that the people there would look down on him, a scholar who grew up in the city. He jumped out of the train station and saw two Arabs sitting on the ground in the station square, with Bactrian camels beside them. The two men were dressed in traditional Arabic robes, which were covered except for two jet-black eyes. Seeing him out of the station, two men greeted him and took him to the well. His heart pounded and they didn't say a word except gesticulating. That night, he found that there was no toilet in the area where the men lived, which made him very difficult. He couldn't hold it back, so he had to ask them where they could make it easier. One man told him that all he had to do was go back to the tent and squat on the sand, and he did.

Seeing the sun rising in the east, his thoughts went back to today, 20 years later. He only felt pain all over his body, and the words of the man from yesterday rang in his ears: "Wake up, Ahmid? ”

He sat up on the ground, and the memories in his mind were swept away like morning clouds. He traveled through the desert to carry out a vital mission. He saw the well, and this time it was not a hallucination. His cousins and cousins are all here, and they all get together as they did so many years ago. He fainted from exhaustion, and they surrounded him with a blanket, put him by the fire, and told him to sleep. Suddenly, he shivered nervously as he thought of the important package.

(End of chapter)