Vol 7 Chapter 45: Go east exit

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"Then, is my father there?" Xiao Chen Zikun raised his head, eyes full of yearning and worship.
"Of course your father is here. He was dressed in a white robe and armed with a silver gun. He killed seven in and out of the boxers..." Liu Yan narrowed his eyes and told his son the story of that year.
Xiao Chen Zikun listened with pride and pride, sometimes applauded, sometimes tensely clenched his fists, tickling the roots of the hatred of the innocent, ignorant and savage Boxers, and even the eight-nation coalition forces who invaded China wishing to grow up immediately and kill the enemy for the country.
The Eight-Power Allied Forces still existed, and they were right in front of them. This made Xiao Chen Zikun very depressed, unable to understand why he lost the battle ten years ago and has not found his place yet.
Liu Yanzhi said: "It is up to your generation to completely drive the great powers out of China, so you have to learn knowledge and martial arts, and become a general in the future to protect the country and the people and revitalize China."
Xiao Chen Zikun said: "I will definitely be a general, killing foreigners, and killing the Boxers. By the way, uncle, will there be Boxers when I grow up?"
Liu Yan smiled straight and said: "The Boxers, of course there are, and there will be one hundred years later, but they dare not kill people and set fires on the street anymore. They are now on the Internet."
Unknowingly, the Six Nations Hotel arrived. This is a Western building. A greasy-haired Xizai was standing at the door to help the guests with their luggage and call a foreign car. He didn't dare to neglect when he saw the Chinese guests coming to the door. The wealthy businessmen in Southeast Asia, anyway, those who can stay in the Six Nations Hotel are the leaders among the Chinese.
The most luxurious Western hotel in Beijing really deserves its reputation. It has running water and electric lights, as well as flush toilets and white porcelain bathtubs, worthy of the sky-high price of five taels of silver a day.
The father and son stayed in the Six Nations Hotel for a period of time, and saw foreigners’ dance parties and authentic Western food. Although Xiao Chen Zikun grew up in the United States, he ate Chinese food in Chinatown and potato bread in the orphanage. With the influence of Western etiquette, the child was still a little bit resistant to this, pouting at the rows of spoons, knives and forks of different sizes on both sides of the plate.
Liu Yanzhi said: "Eating with a knife and fork is indeed not as convenient as chopsticks, but walking around the world requires contact with all kinds of people and cultures. As the saying goes, you have to use a knife and fork to eat Western food at the Six Nations Hotel. Later you go to India. , I have to eat with my hands when I go to those Arab tribes."
The Six Nations Hotel was enough. Liu Yan took his traveler’s cheques to HSBC and cashed five hundred taels of silver, bought a small courtyard in the city, rented a shop in Dong’an Market, and hired an old mother, a rickshaw driver, and shopkeepers. He bought some North and South goods from other merchants, and started the business seriously. He didn't want to make money, but because he lived in Beijing and needed a decent livelihood to integrate into local life.
Liu Yanzhi also hired a tutor for his son to teach him how to write and count. This kid is talented and can teach him once he teaches, but he doesn't like to write calligraphy. He can't beat the palm of his hand with a ruler. When a dad loves a child, he can't learn Don’t learn it, anyway, the calligraphy of the brush is not often used anyway, but if you don’t practice the brush, you must practice the hard brush. He took his son to Dongjiaomin Alley and found a German store and bought a fountain pen. Dahang, only opened a few years ago, called.
Xiao Chen Zikun followed a poor Hanlin in Beijing to learn Chinese for half a year. He learned a thousand-character essays with a surname of a hundred families. He learned all four books and five classics. He can also recite dozens of poems in the Tang and Song dynasties. There is still a long way to go between poems and fus, which is not Liu Yanzhi’s expectation. He said to her husband that our child will be a clerk in the future. It made Old Hanlin sigh for a long time, saying that this child is not in the gold list title in time. Next.
It was summer in a blink of an eye, and Beijing was full of noisy cicadas. Liu Yanzhi took the child to visit an old friend, Zhao Bichen of the Beijing Town Wu Escort Bureau.
Ten years ago, Zhao Bichen went to Omi with Lin Zhifu’s family and had a friendship with Liu Yanzhi. I heard that he was walking the dart of the Kulun line. It happened that Liu Yanzhi wanted to take his children to the great rivers and mountains, this desert. North is a must, why not ask Master Zhao for help.
Zhao Bichen happened to be at home and was serving tea. Liu Yan went straight to the point and offered his intentions, saying that he wanted to go to Kulun for a business trip. He wanted to invite Master Zhao to introduce him and set off with the caravan.
There were four packs of gifts on the table, and another one hundred taels of silver slips with the Rishengchang ticket number, which was regarded as an introduction fee. Zhao Bichen immediately agreed and asked the guests how many goods they had and how many camels.
"I haven't walked through the east entrance, but also ask Master Zhao for advice." Liu Yanzhi asked humbly.
This east entrance is Zhangjiakou. Shanxi has always been a populous province with a small land and a large population. Young and strong laborers went out to Inner Mongolia and Outer Mongolia in order to find a way to survive. There are two main roads, one is the famous Xihukou, and another This is the family.
Zhao Bichen said that Kulun is not easy to travel. It is four hundred and thirty miles from Jingshi to Zhangjiakou, and another one thousand and nine hundred miles from Zhangjiakou to Kulun. It has to pass through two deserts and there are few water sources. The Gobi Desert is always there. In the squally sandstorm, most people can't bear the suffering, especially with a child, you can think clearly.
Liu Yanzhi smiled faintly: "It's okay, the sky will be the big one and the people in Sri Lanka must be painstakingly worked on the body first."
Zhao Bichen only regarded it as an ordinary business, and he agreed for the sake of money. Anyway, he had his destiny outside his mouth, and no one could blame anyone for his death.
After the business was negotiated, Zhao Bichen helped Liu Yanzhi purchase Wufeng camels to pull goods and carry people, and arranged for the camel team in Dashengkui to start together. It is now July in the lunar calendar. It is the season for camels to lose their hair and body. It is not suitable to start. There are enough months to leave.
Liu Yan straightened up to say goodbye, and suddenly saw a small red-tasseled spear stuck on the landing platform in the yard. He suddenly remembered the past ten years ago when he used the gun to pick up the "Pig Ba Jie" during the uprising of the Boxer Rebellion. Just a random shake, Zhao Bichen's eyes straightened, Yuecun Niandao has a lifetime gun. Experts will know if there is any. This master is a Lianjiazi. He immediately looked at him with admiration and said: "Mr. Chen Have you ever practiced marksmanship?"
"Never." Liu Yan directly inserted the small flower spear back into the landing platform, shook his hand at Zhao Bichen, and took the child away.
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In the blink of an eye, September, Liu Yanzhi took Xiao Chen Zikun by appointment and joined Da Shengkui’s camel team to Kulun. The camel team assembled at Huanghuayi in the northwest of the capital. There were hundreds of camels. Zhao Bichen set off with the team as a guard. The red-tasseled flower gun hung in the victory hook on the camel's back, and some caravan's guards had already carried the Russian-made water rifle.
In the melodious camel bells, the camel team set off towards Zhangjiakou via Juyongguan, Tumubao, and Jiming Station. This road is rich in water and grass, and there is no worries about eating and drinking. After arriving in Zhangjiakou, the camel team has grown further and supplemented with supplies. The wooden barrel was filled with sweet water enough to eat for half a month, and I bought hundreds of big wheel cakes. The cakes are about the size of a wheel, and the dough is good. They are dried thoroughly. They are cut into strips and tamped. They can be eaten in the desert. This one. The camel also ate the salted bean cakes and drank hundreds of liters of water. The next ten days can be without drinking water.
After sufficient preparations, the leader of the camel team will burn incense and pray, begging the gods for blessings. Extreme weather often occurs in the desert, and it will be unlucky when the stall is on.
The camel team went north along Zhangku Avenue. It was said to be the avenue. In fact, it was the road pressed by camels and carts in the deserted Gobi. After walking for several days, the weather has been very good. The camel team smoothly passed through the southwest of Hunshandake Desert. It is Garby Hanhai, which means big desert. For some reason, the camel team is enveloped by nervous emotions.
That night, the camel team camped on the edge of the desert, merchants set up yurts, and people slept in tents next to people. The camels formed a large circle on the outside. The mastiffs accompanying the team released their iron chains and the guards took them. When the guy is on duty at night, it is not the culprits to guard against, but something else...
In the middle of the night, the gust of wind roared outside the tent, and the sound of golden and iron mingling was endless. This was the sound of thousands of horses fighting. Liu Yan got up and listened. He heard the galloping horses, heard the rain of arrows, and heard the wailing of the wounded soldiers. Hearing the advancing drums and horns, he couldn't help feeling a little excited, and woke up his son: "Listen, there is a war outside."
The lights in the tent were lit, and the big and small guys in the camel team were all faceless and shivering. This was the most terrifying scene in the desert, the soldiers.
There are thousands of ghosts in this desert. They are soldiers of all dynasties who died fighting for the frontiers of the country. Their souls cannot rest in peace. They forget that they are dead and still wander in groups in the desert. , Every time the moon is full, rush to and fro, and the golden horse ~ EbookFREE.me~ reappears the scene of the year.
However, the over-yin soldiers will bring great trouble to the camel team, which indicates that the weather in the next few days will be extremely bad, or there will be major losses.
The guys were too scared to get out of the tent, but Liu Yanzhi was fearless and took his son out of the tent. In the night, he saw two armies on the Gobi Desert. One was the Xiongnu cavalry, and the other was the Central Plains during Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. cavalry.
It is not the first time that Zhao Bichen has seen the Yin Soldier. He did not dare to move with a spear in his hand. It was a ghost for thousands of years, unable to collide. Seeing Liu Yan straight out of the tent, he was shocked to wave his hand to return back, but He didn't dare to disturb the Yin soldiers.
Liu Yanzhi, if nothing happened, led a camel, and brought Xiao Chen Zikun straight into the battlefield in Zhao Bichen's shocked eyes.
On the endless Gobi, the sand was filled with dust, which seemed to be true and illusion. Liu Yan rode a camel through the phantoms of the undead army, stopped in front of the two armies, shouted, suddenly all the ghosts of the evil soldiers disappeared, the moon was langlang, and the earth was peaceful. , Quietly, nothing seems to have happened.
Zhao Bichen opened his mouth wide and couldn't close it anymore. Not only did he see a ghost today, he also saw a god! The true who retreated millions of Yin soldiers in one word!