At night, the sun set and the temperature dropped by nearly twenty degrees. Xiaoliu had a fever in the middle of the night. He didn't pay attention at first, thinking it was a normal altitude sickness, so he could not bear it and touched the phone and told Lao Xiong that Lao Xiong was getting up and he took him to the hospital in the early morning. When he saw that his brain edema was serious and he had no time to transfer, so he had to rescue him on the spot.

After all, it was not rescued. Xiaoliu was gone, just twenty-seven.

Since then, Wei Qian and the others have not had to tell anyone, and they have wrapped themselves like quail every day.

And this is just the beginning, and there are man-made disasters after the natural disaster - Lao Xiong himself is a man-made disaster that is walking.

He first took Wei Qian and the others around the local area, bought some Cordyceps like a test, and roughly understood the market and existed in the local area. Then Lao Xiong made a decision with a big stroke of his pen - to go south to Tibet!

At that time, Wei Qian was naively not questioning the guy's decision, thinking that he had other meanings. It was not until in a small town south of Lhasa that Lao Xiong fell in love with a pot and decided to walk through mountains and rivers for this pot that Wei Qian truly realized the fact that there was a pitfall in the mind of the man Xiong Yingjun.

As they move more and more towards places where there is no one, the first thing that is gone is the cell phone signal, and then the cell phone is gone.

That day, I stopped to rest halfway through the road. Some people were eating in the car, and some got out of the car and shouted folk songs - Oh, it means peeing in the wild.

Wei Qian had no appetite and was about to get out of the car and get some air. Suddenly, the old bear, who came back after the convenience, pointed at them and shouted in horror: "Get out! Get out of the car! Get out quickly!"

The old bear's expression was rarely so ferocious, and his voice was even more shrill as if it were a broken iron pot scraped by a rotten shovel. It penetrated into people's ears and almost aroused a sense of urination. Everyone trained to grab the valuable bags they carried with them, opened the car door and jumped down.

At that time, Wei Qian was the last one who was pulled down by the old bear, and sat on the ground with his life-and-death property. Then everyone was gasping for breath and watching their car roll off the cliff, with a loud bang, and it was gone.

Later, Lao Xiong said that when he was walking here, he found that the soil on the ground in the second half of the car parked on the road began to loosen. He felt bad at the time and shouted quickly. Everyone jumped off the car, and the center of gravity of the car changed, and the loose soil collapsed directly. The off-road vehicle that accompanied them all the way to immortalize.

There is no village in front and no shop in the back, and there are two eleven roads under your feet.

Wei Qian asked sincerely: "Boss Xiong, can you repeat that what are we doing when we walk so miserably on this road where birds do not shit?"

Boss Xiong, the bastard, said sincerely: "Buy a pot."

Wei Qian said the truth: "You are just a fool!"

The big fool took a group of little fools and lost contact with the outside world. Fortunately, there were occasionally Buddhist believers hiking from Sichuan-Tibet District to Lhasa on the Sichuan-Tibet Line. Some of these people were on the road alone, some were staring at tricycles and carrying supplies, and several people were on the road together. Wei Qian and the others walked hungry and cold for several days, and finally, the Buddha blessed him to meet such a wave of Tibetans.

Although the other party has few property and only one small tricycle that needs to be pedaled, it is good to see people, at least a few bites can be eaten. The old Tibetans are experienced and know how to get supplies, but at least they did not starve to death.

Along the way, a few of them saw a car and slept in the open. They were really suffering from foreign crimes. Lao Xiong joked that their group of people, even though they were running around and making a living, would definitely become great in the future. This is how Shanxi merchants who went to the west and Huihang Ancient Road went south to make a living.

No one paid attention to him, they all wanted to kill the fat-headed fish.

Later, Lao Xiong bought his pot as he wished - it was a stone pot made of soap stone on the cliff of Nangabawa, a Virgin Peak that no one could conquer. The stone was very soft and the fingernails could mark the marks, so no matter what they did, they could only be made by hand. Even if Wei Qian was called "a country bumpkin who had never seen the world", he could see that things were good things.

Unfortunately, there is no road in the area. When each of them hung a bunch of Cordyceps safflower flowers and several big pots purchased by local villagers, and hiking with the loess and backs to the sky and the earth, everyone developed some indescribable class hatred for the item such as pot.

It was hard to describe the way. It was like climbing grass through the snow-capped mountains. Wei Qian even rolled down the hillside and injured his leg.

Fortunately, although Wei Qian had no faith in his heart, he had the state of wanting money but not being alive. He fixed it with a splint, dragged a wounded leg and followed them for a day before he arrived at a place where there were people.

The herdsmen still have no modern communications with the outside world, but fortunately, the people were simple and took them in. A family who was doing business in Lhasa had a small pickup truck, but the owner was not at home. Lao Xiong had to stay in the local area for a month before renting the car and rushing to Chengdu.

It was not until I arrived in Chengdu that Wei Qian got the opportunity to contact his family.

After staying in Chengdu for three or four days, Lao Xiong sold the stone pot at a price of nearly ten times the price, and recovered the cost of the trip, and even paid a little more.

There was also someone who wanted to collect medicinal materials, but Lao Xiong refused and didn't sell any medicinal materials - because those things are light and easy to carry, and they have better efficiency when brought back to the mainland.

As soon as the pot was taken, they didn't stay for a day. They set off for Qinghai that night, took away the luggage stored there, and then rolled back again and crawled back.

Thousands of words are comparable to the difficulties.
Chapter completed!