One person above Qing Huang Ting

Liu Wukui, who has an unrestrained personality, clenched his palms, only showing a little finger, and teased: "Yes, you and the leader made Bi You Dazhai together, and the leader completed [-]% of it, and you completed two or three sampans. "

Qiu Rang became angry from embarrassment: "Liu Wukui! Do you have nothing to do!"

Everyone in Biyou Village laughed knowingly, only Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao went in without knowing it, and that Zhu Di was more like an outsider, ignorant.

After laughing, Ma Xianhong spread his hands, smiling brightly, and motioned for Zhang Chulan to visit Biyou Dazhai.

The master invited him to enter the house, and Zhang Chulan followed his will, jumping in from the low side of the ship, like a countryman who had never seen the world before entering the city for the first time, looking around at everything that he thought was new.

The hull of Biyou Dazhai is as low as a black awning boat, but the cabin is as big as a pavilion.

The cabins on Biyou Dazhai are three stories high, and the buildings are all wooden buildings. There are obvious bucket arches between the columns and the forehead. Every few steps, there are people with blush, pale skin, and stiff smiles on their faces. , the painting style is like a paper man in front of a grave.

With these puppets, no matter how bright and spacious the house is, it always feels like a deserted haunted house, which makes people restless.

Seeing that Zhang Chulan was always looking at the puppets, Ma Xianhong explained thoughtfully: "They are called Ruhua, and they are puppets I made. They can follow simple instructions, and can also make fine movements under the control of the master. "

Then, with a wave of Ma Xianhong's hand, two rows of ladies, like flowers, bowed and bowed in unison to welcome you.

Even weirder,

Zhang Chulan complained in her heart, but Feng Baobao was not affected, and even reached out to twist Ruhua's arm.

Hurrying to grab Feng Baobao who almost unscrewed the arm of Ma Xianhong's puppet, Zhang Chulan quickly changed the subject: "How did you make such a big magic weapon from Biyou Dazhai? It's too powerful."

"It's nothing, Biyou Dazhai is not perfect."

Ma Xianhong caressed the side of the ship, the handrails, and was flattered by Zhang Chulan. Instead, he showed a regretful expression: "The time is still too short. In just a few days, there is no way to make a normal vehicle, so I It can only be a coincidence,"

It is really a pity for Ma Xianhong, a craftsman who strives for perfection, to make an imperfect magic weapon due to rush work.

Zhang Chulan was puzzled, and Ma Xianhong said in detail: "Biyou Dazhai is not a complete magic weapon, and the time is too short. Even if I want to make such a huge magic weapon carrier, it will take a week or two. Been perfecting my furnace and haven't found time for it."

"So I can only make a raft that carries a house, a wooden boat. I carved the celestial fairy art on the raft, and made a large-scale raft magic weapon that can turn sand into water and slide on the desert."

"Then I directed Ruhua, using the mortise and tenon technique, to build pavilions on the ground travel raft like building blocks."

So that's the case, no wonder Qiu Rang called it Biyou Dazhai, not Biyou Boat, or Biyou Boat, because fundamentally speaking, this is a mobile village.

That's why Liu Wukui said that Qiu Rang just helped make a few sampans.

The real magic weapon is only the raft they are stepping on.

After everyone went to Biyou Dazhai, Ma Xianhong counted the number of people, and then asked to the side who has always been low-key, wearing pair of glasses, wearing an old-fashioned Chinese tunic suit, like an old pedantic old man:
"Professor Feng, you are an expert on ancient characters and culture of the Western Regions, and you are more familiar with the environment of the Ancient Western Regions. I will let you lead the way."

"Leave it to me, Master."

Professor Feng nodded with a smile, took out the map, put it on the table, and gestured to Ma Xianhong: "Let's go to the Zidu dark river first, and find the ancient city of Xiye."

Fu Rong took out her own pouch and called to little loli Liu Wukui: "Wukui help me, let's cook."

Liu Wukui said energetically, "Okay!"

With the sac, at least, the Xinjie group will not lack supplies, and they may still be able to live happily.

Seeing the conversation between Fu Rong and Liu Wukui, Zhang Chulan was thoughtful.

Buzz!

The phone in his pocket vibrated twice, and Zhang Chulan took out his phone.

East China Temporary Worker Xiao Zizai: Everyone, I have already found a guide who has been to the ancient city of Jingjue. Is there any colleague who would like a companion?
Southwest Wang Zhenqiu: Okay, let’s go together, Brother Xiao.

Central China Temporary Clarinet: Add me.

Lao Meng: If it's not troublesome, can you bring me one.

Zhang Chulan glanced at the content, narrowed her eyes, and walked to Ma Xianhong's side: "Brother Ma, I have a few colleagues who also want to enter the desert. Do you think there are no vacancies on Biyou Dazhai?"

Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao are just Ma Xianhong's guests, and their friendship is not very deep, so this is somewhat exaggerated.

Zhang Chulan would definitely not say that if she left others alone,

But this is Ma Xianhong,

Sure enough, Ma Xianhong said nonchalantly: "Yes, there are many empty rooms in Dazhai, just let them come."

The old horse doesn't care about this.

Zhang Chulan turned on her phone and typed quickly.

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North China Temporary Worker: Everyone, I have a vehicle that can travel quickly in the desert. The owner of the vehicle is very friendly and willing to pick us up. He also has the same goal as us and has a guide.Are you interested in coming over for a ride?

"It's from North China, who is Feng Baobao?"

Xiao Zizai looked at the content on his phone, and he knew what the temporary workers in North China meant.

He found that other people were eyeing Hu Xiuwu and Chen Duo, and he was afraid that he would not be able to handle it alone, so he planned to ask them to help.

Ding!
Another piece of information came up.

Northeast Temporary Worker·Er Zhuang: Oh my god, I’m so exhausted, the broken local network you are staying in is really bad!Luckily, Quan Xing's bastards were still carrying satellite phones, so I finally located them.

Ding!
Global positioning and applets.

"so far?"

Xiao Zizai clicked on Er Zhuangfa's small program, and pointed out the points on the mobile phone map to the guide next to him.

"Mr. An Liman, do you know what this place is?"

"You baby, you're too young, you're too young!"

An Liman, who was over eighty years old, squinted his eyes hard to distinguish the location of the map, then shook his head,

"It's too far, too far. With my camel's footsteps, it's impossible to catch up."

Xiao Zizai said politely: "In this case, I will bother you."

Enter the information on the mobile phone: North China, send me the location, and I will go there right away.

Afterwards, he turned around quickly and left, leaving An Liman's livestock yard where camels were raised.

An Liman chased to the gate of the courtyard, and shouted behind him: "You don't want your deposit anymore?"

Xiao Zizai kept walking, waved his hands and said, "Take it as delaying your old man's wages."

After watching Xiao Zizai drive away, An Liman returned to the yard, hobbled to pick up the feed bucket, used a gourd ladle to extract the silage feed, and fed it to an old camel.

The camel was old and out of shape, the hair on its body was bald, and the hump on its back was shriveled like a human chest muscle.

The camel neighed continuously, An Liman stroked the camel's head, and murmured:

"I know, I know, this person is not easy to mess with. Since he came in, I've known since you didn't make a sound. He is much more fierce than Hu Bayi and Wang Kaixuan before."

An Liman seemed to be showing off his abilities with his old friend, with sly eyes, he muttered to the camel:

"Didn't I fool him away? That Hu Bayi almost tormented me to death, and here came another one. I'm such an old bone, how could I follow him away?"