Chapter 1719: Entering the Mountains

This is a Tibetan-style village. Looking from a high place, they are all Tibetan-style blockhouses, but they are different in age and size. At this time, it is the time of the setting sun, and the smoke from every household is rising, as if in a painting.

The creaking sound of brakes, the sound of tires rubbing against the land, sand and stone, the mountain patrol team members got out of the car.

"Here, it's here. Bai Ju, you take him to settle down."

Listening to Duojie's assignment, Bai Ju took Wang Yan into the courtyard, went up the steps, and went to the blockhouse to settle down.

This is a relatively large blockhouse, about 70 or 80 square meters, with some decorations with Tibetan characteristics inside. The tables and stools are all painted with flowers and colors, but they are no longer bright because of time erosion.

Inside, there is a large kang, with rolled-up bedding on it. Between breaths, there is a fishy smell, both the smell of beef and mutton, and the strange smell fused because of the many people and mixed smells. In addition, there is a smell of incense, which is dedicated to all Buddhas in the Buddha niche in the room.

In this respect, the Buddha really sheltered the people before him, and the smell of incense really covered up part of the unpleasant smell in the room.

"We all sleep here. The conditions are a bit poor, and it is indeed a bit unpleasant. You adapt to it," Bai Ju pointed to the outermost side of the kang, "Clean up the things on this, and you sleep here. Can you persist, college student?"

"If I can't, I have to," Wang Yan said with a smile, "But the sanitary conditions are really poor. I'm afraid there are lice, right?"

Bai Ju had already taken the initiative to help clean up: "It would be strange if there were no lice. Look at the environment here. You can't take a bath every day on the plateau, and you can't wash your clothes. Just ventilation is useless. A pile of rough men and lazy men gathered together, how can it be clean."

"Then it's not easy for a female comrade like you to be here."

Hearing this, Bai Ju stopped her movements and stared at Wang Yan: "What's wrong with female comrades? Can't female comrades work? I didn't expect you, a college student from the capital, to be so superficial!"

Wang Yan laughed: "Who says women are not as good as men, women can hold up half the sky, right? I understand what you mean. But the objective fact is that men's physical conditions are better than female comrades, and their adaptability is also stronger."

"Especially here, men are gathered, and it is inconvenient for you, a female comrade, to be here. These are things you have to overcome, so I say it's not easy for you."

"Really? Didn't you say you practiced martial arts before?" Bai Ju threw the things in her hand aside.

"I have learned two hands."

As soon as Wang Yan's voice fell, Bai Ju's fist greeted him straight, and at the same time, the other fist was dragged behind her, already twisting her body by the force of the straight punch, accumulating strength for the next punch. Once Wang Yan dodged, she could step forward and directly punch Wang Yan down.

However, she thought wrong, and the development of things was not what she expected.

Wang Yan just smiled slightly, reached out his palm to the front, and grabbed Bai Ju's fist very accurately. Bai Ju's next punch followed, Wang Yan just turned sideways, grabbed Bai Ju's wrist, and took the opportunity to go behind Bai Ju.

Bai Ju crossed her hands and struggled hard, to no avail. She wanted to step on Wang Yan's feet in anger, and even kicked back, but none of them succeeded.

At this time, Zacuo walked in with things: "Oh, college student, you can't find the police even if you play hooligan."

"What?" Hearing the movement, Lao Han followed closely.

Wang Yan had already let go, smiling: "Officer Bai, you have to return my innocence."

Bai Ju rubbed her wrist in annoyance, first punched Wang Yan in the chest, and then explained to Zacuo and the two: "Didn't he say he practiced martial arts? Just now he looked down on me, a female comrade, so I wanted to let him see."

"What's the result?" Wang Yan asked with a smile.

Bai Ju glared and punched again: "Clean it up yourself, no one cares about you!"

After saying that, she turned and left the room.

Zacuo walked in and said: "Bai Ju is still very good at fighting. I didn't expect her to be your opponent. Wang Yan, do you dare to wrestle with me?"

"It's a bit late today, let's play again tomorrow, there is still plenty of time," Wang Yan waved his hand, and then continued to clean up his bed.

That night, Wang Yan made oil cakes for everyone, and ate them with mutton soup. Everyone gathered around the table and ate and drank, which was very lively.

Duojie asked: "Seeing our environment, are you still used to it?"

"It's okay, everyone is not easy."

Zacuo replied: "This is already very good, Wang Yan, we live like this. Our life is better after you come, as long as we eat well, there is no difficult thing."

"I will try my best to make more delicious food," Wang Yan said with a smile, "If you want to eat anything, you can tell me, and try to eat as well as possible under the existing conditions."

Duojie didn't speak, he ate oil cakes and drank sheep soup, listening to everyone chattering and asking Wang Yan about the outside world.

Everyone listened to Wang Yan talking about the situation outside, and had different feelings. Some missed their hometown, some missed the dead, some envied the rapid development and yearned for a wealthy life, some yearned for the government outside to have money, and some thought about the establishment outside...

The sleep experience of this night was also quite average, smelly feet, grinding teeth, farting, talking in sleep, thanks to Wang Yan's strong adaptability. Otherwise, if he had been comfortable for a long time and suddenly arrived in such an environment, it would be really hard to sleep.

The next day, after breakfast, Wang Yan simply learned from Zacuo and others, and after he put them all down, everyone got along more harmoniously.

And then he wandered around, and saw the piled-up Tibetan antelope skins in the warehouse, all of which were hard board-like shapes dried in the sun.

"There are more than 400 skins here, all confiscated from poachers," Duojie looked at these skins, his eyes revealing a bit of pain, "These poachers are abominable. Now the sheep have been killed very few, and in two or three years, I estimate that the Tibetan antelope will be extinct..."

He had already been used to these things and foresaw this scene, but he was always unwilling.

"Then how do you deal with these skins confiscated?"

"When we are free, we will send them to the county. In the past few years, thousands of skins have been sent, and the county has specially arranged a warehouse to put them."

"No accurate number?"

Duojie's gaze fell on Wang Yan, and he stared for a few breaths with his eyes weathered by wind and frost before shaking his head: "No."

Wang Yan didn't seem to see Duojie's guard, and smiled: "I heard that poachers kill sheep because this skin can be sold for 500 yuan. Those who work for them to peel the skin can earn 8 yuan for peeling one skin. Black market merchants sell it out, take the cashmere, make it into ring shawls, and sell it to foreigners, which can reach thousands of dollars."

"That kind of ring shawl is called Shahtoosh, which is said to be a transliteration of Persian, meaning the king of cashmere," Duojie told Wang Yan the name intimately, waiting for Wang Yan's next words.

"I have nothing to say, Duojie, I just remembered to say it."

In Duojie's speechless gaze, Wang Yan said, "Actually, this is an economic account. As long as you let everyone earn more than peeling skins, plus heavy fines and heavy handling, poachers can't find anyone to work. For poachers, punish them more heavily and handle them more heavily, and there will always be people who are afraid.

At the same time, set up checkpoints on the main routes to Tianduo to intercept, check people and cars, find guns and skins and other wild animals, and clean them up severely when caught. The black market merchants who collect skins are also cleaned up, cutting off their sales channels. This matter is basically solved."

Without waiting for Duojie to refute, Wang Yan turned around himself, "But the problem is also here. If you want to do these things, you have to spend a lot of manpower and material resources, but we are poor and can't get so much money at all. This falls into a vicious circle."

"Right!" Duojie couldn't help clapping his hands, "It's a vicious circle to want to solve the problem, but the current situation is that the sheep are getting fewer and fewer every day, and the ecology of Bolamula is being destroyed. The county asked me to explore mines and engage in the economy, and the ecology here is being destroyed. It's hard to handle. You are a college student from the capital, you know more than me, and you are more knowledgeable than me..."

"Hey, Duojie, don't praise me. I am a college student, but I don't know more than you, and I am not more knowledgeable. Can I understand the habits of animals in Bolamula better than you? Do I know where Bolamula is dangerous?"

Wang Yan waved his hand and said, "Magistrate Lin asked me to explore mines, so I will do it. Where is the way out for Bolamula? Even if I have great ability, it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice. If you want to solve the problem thoroughly and permanently, only the country can establish a nature reserve.

What we do is just to alleviate the problem, delay the time when everything deteriorates, and try our best to let the country see here and value here."

Establishing a nature reserve is of course not just a name. It represents policy affirmation and resource inclination. The problem here is poverty. Once a nature reserve is established, it will be national financial allocation, with hundreds of millions, billions, or even tens of billions of investment, and a large amount of manpower and material resources will be invested here.

Poachers? Desperate gold diggers? Fierce people who roam hundreds of miles on the plateau? All caught and shot, no-man's-land can't hide them...

Duojie sighed: "I have been considering this issue recently, but it is extremely difficult to promote it. You know, Magistrate Lin sent you here to develop Bolamula."

Wang Yan nodded without speaking, just picked up a sheep skull with two black long sharp horns from the ground. This is a pure sheep skull that has been boiled and removed from the meat.

Duojie explained: "Originally, Zacuo wanted to bring it back as a decoration. Later, when cooking meat, I felt it had a bad influence, so Zacuo put it here after finishing it."

"It's always right to be careful. Some things no one cares about now, but later, whoever looks at us unpleasantly will turn over the things and find trouble."

Noticing Wang Yan looking at the sheepskin, Duojie cursed and said: "Many times it is also helpless, can only take care of the present, can't consider the future."

"What you do is consider the future."

"But it is always looking at the future with the present, no way, no way..." Duojie shook his head with a bitter smile.

"Duojie! Duojie!" At this time, He Qingyuan's anxious voice sounded outside.

Duojie rushed out of the warehouse with agile movements: "Is there a situation?"

Only heard He Qingyuan say: "Some herdsmen saw three cars enter the mountains this morning."

Before He Qingyuan's words were finished, Duojie had already issued orders: "Dongzhiba, Bai Ju watch the house, others pack up and go into the mountains. Wang Yan! Move fast!"

"Okay!"

Wang Yan responded, and then ran into the room to pack his things.

A pair of shoes, a set of clothes, a raincoat... The environment in Bolamula is harsh, and I don't know when the wind, frost, rain, and snow will start. Preparing dry and comfortable clothes is quite necessary, which can avoid hypothermia.

In addition to these necessary preparations for outdoor activities, the rest are professional work tools such as compasses, rulers, small hammers, paper and pens. After all, he has to explore mines and record the geographical data of Bolamula.

And when Wang Yan was packing his things, Bai Ju leaned against the door and watched him get busy.

"Want to go into the mountains?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Bai Ju was annoyed.

"Actually, your role here is equally important. There are so many skins here, which are worth more than 100,000 yuan. If I were a poacher, I would come here to do a vote."

"They dare!"

"What don't they dare?" Wang Yan walked over with his bag on his back, patted her on the shoulder, "There are only two of you, but so many people go into the mountains, which one is easy to deal with? And you have to peel the skin after entering the mountains, which is so laborious. These are ready-made, and even tied up."

"Don't need you to teach me!" Bai Ju slapped Wang Yan's hand away fiercely.

Wang Yan laughed, carried his luggage out of the door and got into the jeep. Everyone's things were packed and ready to go at any time. They were waiting for him. As soon as he got in the car, the two cars drove out one after another, raising a trail of dust.

"In Bolamula, you can't believe the weather. Look at the blue sky and white clouds now, but I don't know when it will start raining ice or snowstorm..."

In the car, Duojie, who was sitting in the passenger seat, patiently told Wang Yan about his experience and insights in Bolamula, and taught him outdoor survival skills.

Duojie spoke very casually, talking about whatever he saw. He said where there are lakes, where there are swamps, and where there are quicksand.

Zacuo in the same car would point to every mountain peak and tell Wang Yan their names. Others would also add to tell Wang Yan about the situation, or talk about things that happened before. It was noisy, but not lonely.

Wang Yan was not idle either. He wrote and drew with paper and pen all the way. Sometimes when he stopped to camp, he would knock around with a hammer and put various stones into his bag.

"No wonder we couldn't explore anything before..." Lao Han secretly took a sip of wine, and then the wine pot was snatched away by Sangba and others, and he had no intention of talking about exploring mines.

Wang Yan had outdoor survival experience in the grassland and desert, but this was his first time on the plateau, and he felt quite fresh.

All the way over mountains and through water, getting stuck in cars, pushing cars, experiencing ice rain, heavy fog, two cars roamed in Bolamula. Wang Yan recorded geographical data all the way, and also took many photos, recording the hardships and wind and snow.

It was not until the afternoon of the eighth day that they discovered the traces of the poaching gang...

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