Eight wind does not move

When Zhou Hang woke up, it was just dawn, and the jet lag in the East Sixth District was more obvious in the morning and evening, and the dawn here was very late.

With nothing around him, Jiang Yu seemed to have woken up.

He rubbed his head and sat up. The wind stopped, and there was a tranquility. The climate in Hoh Xil is so changeable, sunny and snowstorm only in a flash.

The quiet morning in Hoh Xil is very beautiful, the sky is so blue that it is almost transparent, Zhou Hang yawned and leaned against the window and looked at it for a while, then returned to the wet clothes hanging by the stove. No way, just dressed like this.

Walking to the stairs, he saw a little girl standing in front of the stove, adding firewood to the stove. The stove was filled with white mist. At the same time, Zhou Hang saw Jiang Yu sitting on a small stool to help the little girl. Add firewood.

The little girl looked older than Yang Jin, and looked at Jiang Yu with vigilance. Jiang Yu sat aside with a smile, chatting with the little girl in Tibetan.

Sure enough, Jiang Yu's personality charm doesn't apply to children. That roguish smile is more suitable for deceiving girls. In the eyes of children, he is really a bad person. If it weren't for the two pots on the stove that were still stewing, the little girl might not be Just run away.

Zhou Hang could understand a little bit of Tibetan because of his father's previous business, so he stood at the stairs and listened quietly for a while. Basically, Jiang Yu was asking each sentence. It was nothing more than asking how old the little girl was and where she was studying. He speaks Tibetan very proficiently, as if he was born and raised there.

Zhou Hang wanted to go downstairs, but he didn't want to disturb them, so he tiptoed down.

As a result, the wooden stairs creaked under his feet. As soon as he stepped on the first section, Jiang Yu turned to look at him.

"Wake up, did you sleep well?"

Zhou Hang was taken aback by this, and he stared at Jiang Yu for a while before replying, "Very good."

The little girl took the opportunity to get away and lift the lid of the pot, obviously annoyed him.

Jiang Yu didn't seem to notice that the little girl was bored with him, so he switched to Chinese and asked the little girl, "I didn't catch it just now, what's your name?"

"Zhuoga, the white horse Zhuoga." Zhuoga stirred up the porridge for breakfast, and the smoke enveloped the little girl. She was a little bit hard on her height, so she wanted to move a small stool to step on her feet. Unfortunately, Jiang Yu was sitting on that small stool.

Zhuoga had no choice but to stare at Jiang Yu with resentment on his face.

"Zhuoga, it means Baidumu." Jiang Yu read softly, and threw the last firewood in his hand to the stove, the flames became hotter, and there was a feeling of warmth on his face, when he looked up, he saw Zhuoga staring at him as he sat It was only then that she realized what the little girl was thinking, and she simply got up, took the wooden spoon for scooping porridge from Zhuoga, and helped Zhuoga pour out the porridge.

Jiang Yu was wearing very little at this time, so he simply put on a dark round-neck sweater. The appearance of bending over to serve the porridge looked inexplicably docile, and he didn't see the viciousness of last night at all.

The morning sun was hazy, and there seemed to be fine dust flying in the air.

Zhou Hang lifted another pot on the stove, and there was a cloud of white mist on the surface, and he saw five sweet potatoes.

"Are we one for each of us?" Zhou Hang quickly estimated the number of people in his heart, and asked Zhuo Ga, Zhuo Ga nodded.

"Don't you keep one for you and your mother?" Jiang Yu also asked, Zhuoma's face flushed a little red, and she shook her head. She couldn't speak Chinese well, so she just repeated with a blunt accent: "No, no, no."

The post station is simple, it is said to be a post station, but it is actually the home of the two mothers and daughters, and there are only a few vacant houses to receive outsiders from the village.

Jiang Yu was afraid that the porridge would cool down too early, so he only filled three bowls, and the three of them simply sat in the firewood room and ate the bowls. Jiang Yu broke half of his sweet potato and gave it to Dolma, who shook his head, Say no more in Tibetan.

"Is your man not here? Where's your father?" Jiang Yu didn't force him, and withdrew his hand. He seemed to be testing something, his eyes were bright, and he stared at Zhuoga without blinking.

"My father went to make money." Zhuoga said, avoiding Jiang Yu's eyes, "making money outside."

"Going out to work?"

"Hmm..." Zhuoga drank his porridge sullenly and didn't answer Jiang Yu.

The proprietress went downstairs. She was obviously in a bad mood last night, and now she looked amiable. Seeing Zhou Hang and Jiang Yu squatting in the woodshed with bowls in their hands to drink porridge, she repeatedly asked them to come out to eat.

When it was completely dawn, Jiang Yu knocked on the door to wake up the couple and Bai Guangpin next door. Bai Guangpin didn't seem to have a good rest. He was still yawning when he went downstairs, and he didn't have much appetite for breakfast. Return to the car to catch up on sleep.

The couple ate some portable instant food pads in Jiang Yu's car, and they were hungry for the steaming breakfast at this time.

"Is there any more? This sweet potato tastes so good, I want to buy a few catties and go home."

"No more." Dolma said in fluent Chinese: "All of them are here."

"Hey, if you don't want to sell it, just say it. I'm afraid you'll be ripping off others."

The girl felt much better after a good night's sleep, and immediately elbowed the man too hard to signal him not to talk nonsense.

Dolma seemed even more at a loss, shaking her head and saying "No."

Zhou Hang couldn't see it, and coughed lightly, startling the man, seeing Zhou Hang frowning and glaring at him, he immediately fell silent.

Before leaving, Zhou Hang put the whole sweet potato back into the pot to be bored, thinking that it was not easy for the mother and daughter to live alone, so he put some money under the stove by the way.

"We can go to Golmud today. I won't send you into the market. There is not enough gas." Jiang Yu was interrupted by a man: "Let's send you to the city, don't have wolves."

"You are so cowardly." The girl seemed to have been dissatisfied with the man for a long time, and interjected: "You insisted on coming, and you are the most cowardly coward."

"Don't panic, someone will pick you up. You will be responsible for crossing Hoh Xil illegally. I'm afraid you will run away."

The faces of the two people in the back seat instantly darkened a lot.

Not long after, he saw the vehicle sent by the city bureau, and Jiang Yu led the two of them out.The car was quiet, and Bai Guangpin wrapped up his clothes and lay down in the back seat to catch up on sleep.

"Bai Zai has this problem. He refuses to sleep on the bed outside." Jiang Yu turned around and started the engine, and explained to Zhou Hang in a low voice. Zhou Hang felt a little confused, but seeing that Jiang Yu had no intention of further explanation, he did not continue. Asked.

After driving for a while, Jiang Yu suddenly broke the silence: "The man from Zhuoga's family must have gone hunting in the mountains."

Zhou Hang was staring at the rolling snow peaks in the distance in a daze, he hummed without feeling anything, and after a few seconds, he suddenly frowned: "Hunting, you mean..."

"What do you think is the most valuable hunting here?" Jiang Yu said lightly, "Goat hunting."

"How did you know?"

"I saw that kind of sharp knife for cutting skins in Zhuoma's house." Jiang Yu said: "The kind of knife with a curved edge, and there is no rice growing here. I might have misread the sickle."

Zhou Hang was silent, he suddenly didn't know what to say.

"In this village, there are not many people, and the environment is so bad that no food can be grown. The man supports his family and goes poaching. If you give him 50 yuan, he can skin hundreds of sheep for you." Jiang Yu shook his head. : "After all, there is a family waiting for a man to raise it."

After about two hours of driving, Jiang Yu woke up Bai Guangpin. The camera he had set up earlier was nearby.

Bai Guangpin rubbed his eyes, as if he hadn't woken up yet.

"Do you want me to get it for you? Can you sleep for a while?" Jiang Yu said and unbuckled his seat belt, and Bai Guangpin shook his head and said it was no trouble.

After Bai Guangpin got off the car, Jiang Yu stretched his body. Zhou Hang always felt that Jiang Yu was more at ease when Bai Guangpin was away.

The weather was a little hot during the day, Zhou Hang took off a coat and held it in his hands, opened the window to get some air, but he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the air was mixed with a faint smell of decay.

The place is too open, and the smell usually dissipates quickly. Jiang Yu obviously smelled it too, and his brows frowned slightly.

Zhou Hang felt a bad premonition gradually in his heart.

"Jiang Yu." Bai Guangpin finished taking samples, and was running towards them, shouting as he ran, "All the eagles are flying there."

A few bald eagles circled the hillside not far away, and seemed to land on the sunny side of the hillside.

Vultures will run after carrion.

"Get in the car." Jiang Yu yelled, and Zhou Hang quickly tightened the armrest. Sure enough, as soon as Bai Guang hired someone to get on the car, Jiang Yu stepped on the accelerator and galloped after the eagle.

Zhou Hang suddenly thought of what Jiang Yu said in the morning, if you give him 50 yuan, he can skin hundreds of sheep for you.

After bypassing the hillside and going around to the shady side, the rotten smell became stronger. Zhou Hang couldn't help covering his nose when he got off the car, but when he looked up, he froze in place.

The damp, rotting smell was still tangy, but Zhou Hang was already petrified by the scene in front of him. One Tibetan antelope carcass after another was next to each other, and the skin had been peeled off, revealing the scarlet flesh and bones.A few vultures were flying low, shuttling through the sea of ​​corpses, not caring about their arrival at all.

Feeling being patted on the shoulder, Zhou Hang turned his head nervously, seeing Jiang Yu looking at him with no expression on his face, and handed him a bottle of water.

Zhou Hang immediately took it over, tilted his head up and filled half of the bottle, and only then did he feel a little relieved.

Lying on the ground were nearly a hundred corpses of Tibetan antelopes. It was not yet June, and the Tibetan antelopes had not yet been separated into males and females. There were rams and pregnant ewes in this pile of corpses. on the ground.

Bai Guangpin next to him sighed, and said, "Tibetan antelopes are quite stupid. They gather together when they see the light, so at night, poachers will turn on the headlights to attract groups of Tibetan antelopes, and then start hunting again." Guns fired."

As he spoke, he bent down to pick up a pair of antelope bones, and stacked them together. The ground under his feet was black and red, soaked with antelope blood.

Zhou Hang put down the water and went to help. When he picked up the bloody skeletons, he felt a sense of fear of being soaked in cold water.

The antelope's head was still intact, its eyes were black and bright, staring at the sky, as if it was still alive.

Zhou Hang didn't dare to take a second look, he hurriedly stacked the skeletons together, and together with Bai Guangpin piled the corpses into a hill.

After doing these things, Bai Guangpin looked at Jiang Yu, as if waiting for him to do something, Jiang Yu shook his head: "Bai Zi, Lao Wang said that if you can not destroy the environment, you will not destroy the environment."

Bai Guangpin turned back and muttered, "That's it."

Zhou Hang asked, "Are you going to bury them?"

"The tradition of the protection station in the past was to bury these corpses and burn them with gasoline, and we would chant scriptures for them," Jiang Yu said.

"Is it a local tradition?"

"Yes, the local anti-poaching teams will do the same, but Lao Wang thinks that if it can cause less damage to the turf, it will cause less damage."

Zhou Hang hummed, and secretly felt that the station master, Lao Wang, whom he had never met before, was a calm and sensible person.

"Will you feel uncomfortable watching it?" Jiang Yu asked, his tone seemed to be a little curious.

Zhou Hang replied honestly, "Yes, it's hard."

"We will get used to it in the future. Every time we go into the mountains, we can bury many Tibetan antelopes."

Zhou Hang raised his head to look at Jiang Yu. Jiang Yu was standing at the upper air outlet with a cigarette in his hand. When he finished speaking, his face was expressionless, and the smoke curled up between his fingers was blown away in the chaotic wind.

The faint smell of tobacco that wafted slightly dilutes the disgusting rancid smell in the nasal cavity, which made Zhou Hang feel an indescribable peace of mind.