Traveling through 70's wine

Chapter 312 Truck

Yang Jiesheng thought for a moment and finally decided: "We still have 50 yuan in hand. Didn't the store owner say that they will have new goods in a week? I will send these two pieces back first and come back in two days. I want to buy some more. We are launching jade-themed jewelry this season."

Wen Qing said, "Okay, go back. I want to go back to Xiangyang Village." She was worried about Yang Jiesheng's safety, "I'll take you to the airport."

It is more than 160 kilometers from Ruili to the airport. Wen Qing, through the introduction of the hotel staff, chartered a car to take Yang Jiesheng to Mangshi Airport in Dehong. Although the mountain road was rugged along the way, they still arrived at the destination smoothly. Wen Qing handed the box containing jade to Yang Jiesheng and watched him enter the waiting hall.

Wen Qing waved to Yang Jiesheng and turned to leave the airport.

After walking out of the airport and reaching a remote and deserted place, Wen Qing took out an off-road vehicle and headed directly towards Luchun.

She went back once when she was in college, which was almost ten years ago. She drove on the mountain road. It was about 1000 kilometers from Mangshi to Luchun, and the roads were all rugged and difficult to drive on. However, Wen Qing had become accustomed to this kind of road in recent years. She drove very carefully and slowly, and stopped to eat when she passed Baoshan Town at noon.

She parked her car on the side of the road and looked around. She saw a lot of trucks parked near a small restaurant with a sign that said "Tea and Horse Post". So she drove over, but the area in front of the restaurant was already full, so she could only park a little further away.

After getting out of the car, Wen Qing locked the door. She knew that the security in the border area was not very good, so she didn't leave anything in the car. She had space for everything.

The Tea Horse Post was a courtyard, a restaurant run by locals. The owner and waiters were all wearing ethnic minority clothes. Wen Qing carefully distinguished that the man was wearing a collarless double-breasted short shirt, blue cloth shorts, leggings on his legs, and a blue-red headscarf on his head. The woman was wearing an indigo-colored collarless large-breasted short top and a red and black striped tube skirt, with leggings on her legs. She should be a Wa. Wen Qing found an empty table and sat down after entering the house. She asked in Yunnan dialect, "What dishes are there?"

A Wa girl came over and answered, "We have small white fish, fried chicken, and fried bamboo shoots."

Wen Qing ordered a fish, a vegetable, and a bowl of rice. The girl brought a glass of water and went to the kitchen.

It was just past 12 o'clock and the surrounding tables were full of people. On her left were 6 or 7 men in local double-breasted short shirts drinking and playing finger-guessing games. On her right were 6 men in Han Chinese clothes. Facing her in front were 8 or 9 local people eating, both men and women. It seemed that this restaurant was doing very good business and I hoped the food would be good too.

Wen Qing was planning to buy some things for her fellow villagers when she passed by Bian Cang City. She was thinking about what kind of gifts to buy, so she didn't listen to what others were saying. After a while, the girl brought a large bowl of fish. She picked up a piece of fish first. It was a small fish the size of a palm, but it was cooked very well, sour and spicy, and very appetizing.

This kind of fish has tender meat but many bones. As she was busy eating the fish, she accidentally heard a message, "They will be here tomorrow."

Looking in the direction where the sound came from, she saw those Han people talking, and the large group of men and women were speaking a minority dialect, which she didn't quite understand. The men in double-breasted short shirts were playing finger-guessing games, and the noise was very loud. Wen Qing continued to concentrate on eating her fish.

"How many people are coming this time?" The mental power she had just released had not been retracted yet, and the words of those people reached her ears again. It seemed a little strange, but Wen Qing didn't care too much. She was just passing by here.

After the meal, Wen Qing paid the bill, asked the store owner for boiled water, and filled her thermos cup. She did not notice that someone was staring at her behind her. Wen Qing got in the car and started the journey, once again setting off for Luchun.

There are too many mountains in Yunnan. She drove up and down the mountains for more than an hour. She parked the car at a wider part of the winding mountain road. The car was close to the side of the mountain and did not occupy the road. She got out of the car and stood on the side of the mountain, looking at the rolling and endless green mountains. She took a few sips of water from the thermos and breathed in the fresh air in the mountains.

Just after she stood there for a few minutes, a truck drove over from the road at the foot of the mountain. Wen Qing turned her head and saw that it should have no problem passing. At a glance, she found that this car was the one she had seen outside the Tea Horse Post at noon. She looked at the driver and found that it was the person sitting at the table on the right.

Wen Qing looked at the car. It was a ten-ton truck with two people in the cab. She wondered where the others were.

After this car passed, another truck came. Wen Qing thought it should be a convoy. Sure enough, three cars passed by in a row. This kind of large truck is usually used to pull wood, or transport grain and fruit in border areas. However, the carriage is covered with a tarpaulin, so it is impossible to tell what is loaded.

Wen Qing rested for a while and continued driving up the mountain. Today she wanted to cross the mountain and stay at the foot of the mountain. The trucks were driving slowly, and Wen Qing's jeep overtook them in a short while.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, it was almost dark. There was a small town here, probably on a major traffic route. There were several restaurants in the town. Wen Qing found a hotel that looked relatively clean. They also served food and ordered a bowl of rice noodles. Wen Qing didn't mind that the hotel was not very clean and decided to stay here for the night.

After finishing her meal, Wen Qing moved the car to the corner of the yard and walked around the town by herself. This was also an ancient town with a long history. The restaurant was on the side of the road, some distance away from the town. She walked forward leisurely. The town was paved with bluestone slabs, which had been polished very smooth by thousands of years and reflected colorful light and shadows under the setting sun.

Most of the houses in the town are made of wood. Carvings can still be seen on the windows of a few tall houses, indicating the former prosperity of these families. However, the wood has faded and the prosperity has been lost with time.

Wen Qing walked around. This was a real ancient town. I wonder how long it can be preserved? She returned to the inn through the back door, entered the room, closed the door, and went directly into the space to start practicing.

About two hours later, she came out of her practice and looked at her watch. It was only 10 o'clock in the evening. She was worried that someone might come in, so she decided to stay in the room. Her bed was an old-fashioned bunk bed with a mosquito net hung on the bunk bed, so she was not afraid of mosquitoes. She fell asleep in a short while.

In the middle of the night, she suddenly heard the sound of a car outside, followed by voices. It should be a guest arriving. Wen Qing turned over and prepared to continue sleeping, but she felt someone opened the door in the nearby room and someone went out.

Wen Qing turned over and stood up, without turning on the lights, she opened the curtains and looked towards the yard. There were already three large trucks in the yard, and now two more trucks came. This hotel was on the roadside and was the preferred place for truck drivers to spend the night.

The three cars were exactly the group of people she met at noon. She always felt that these people were a little unusual. They looked tough and their temperament was somewhat similar to the bandits who robbed Xicheng Lijing. She was not afraid of them, but she also became alert and observed what they wanted to do.