"There's someone inside!" A woman's voice came from the hut.

"My mom is going to the bathroom." Duan Xu was a little unhappy.

"Sorry, routine fire inspection." A staff member said loudly.

"There's someone inside!" the mother's voice repeated again.

The inspector left the backyard and came to the table in the compound. After signing the fire safety responsibility letter, he left Lao Duan's house while whispering.

After the car drove away, Duan Xu returned to the hut, opened the door, walked out, returned the phone, and gave a thumbs up.

Duan Xu took the phone and turned off airplane mode.

After the mother finished her work, she returned home carrying a basket of vegetables. She saw both father and son busy with carpentry work.

She said: "You asked me to send you a voice message saying 'There is someone inside', what are you going to do?"

The father and son laughed loudly after hearing this. Lao Duan described the fire inspection process, and the three of them laughed again.

For dinner, the four of us sat around.

After taking a few sips of wine, Lao Duan started talking.

"It's not a good idea to have this friend living in our house. Someone comes to check every day. If he is discovered that time, it will be bad for everyone."

Having a living person hidden in the house, and having to deal with inspections from time to time, made my father feel a little scared. He spoke his mind because he was the kind of person who didn't hold back what he had to say and wouldn't hide it.

Duan Xu knew clearly that his parents didn't want to meddle in other people's business. It wasn't that they didn't want to meddle in their own business, but that they couldn't meddle in it.

"A good person will go to the end and send Buddha to the West. When he recovers, let him decide whether to leave or go to a shelter by himself. It doesn't take more than ten days and a half."

No one knows what will happen next, we can only take it one step at a time.

"Okay, a good man will do it to the end, and after he's done, let him make his own decision." Mother also agreed.

Tuoli didn't understand, but he already felt that the atmosphere was not harmonious.

In the evening, Toli and Duan Xu would teach each other some of their respective languages. Through the translation software, Duan Xu learned some simple Spanish.

Tonight, Tuoli took out an item from his bag and gave it to Duan Xu to thank him for taking care of him these days.

The thing was wrapped in a piece of yellow paper. Duan Xu took it and almost dropped it to the ground. It was very heavy. It was half the size of a palm and weighed nearly one kilogram.

Opening the wrapping paper, I found a gold ornament that looked very weird, with a crocodile head, a cylindrical body, two triangular wings, and a large fish tail. It was about 10 cm long and 6 cm wide. Under the light, the gold ornament exuded a charming light.

I cannot ask for such an expensive gift under any circumstances.

If you save his life, you will pay Daoli no matter what.

In the end, Duan Xu saved Tuoli.

The days passed smoothly again.

Duan Xu concentrated on making wood carvings, which was not what he was good at because he lacked a few artistic elements.

This time, he needs to change a tree root to an angle to make it look more aesthetic. He imagines fixing the two ends first, pressing them with heavy objects, and slowly allowing them to deform.

Tuoli came over to help, understood the situation, took the roots back to his house, and returned them to Duan Xu the next day.

This is amazing. A tree root that has been dead for many years can actually make a right angle without any trace of processing. It is completely natural.

Duan Xu was very curious, so he just smiled.

Later, when Duan Xu was in trouble again, he went to see him, and the two of them had another common hobby.

Tuoli is recovering well and fully recovered.

It's night again, and we're still learning each other's languages. Now they have no problem communicating simply, but for complicated ones, they can't do without their mobile phones.

Tuo Li took out a paper map. The map was old and yellowed, and the terrain markings were very clear.

He marked a location on the map and asked Duan Xu to try to send him there.

That place is a canyon in the north of Shambhala, with a straight-line distance of 160 kilometers. If you take a rural road, it will be at least 250 kilometers.

No matter how difficult it was, Duan Xu was determined to help him.

My father went to town to fill up the tank and buy some food and fruits.

Before setting off, Duan Xu was repeatedly told not to go into the city, and not to panic when he saw traffic control. There would be no problem if he took the rural road, which his father was familiar with.

Wuling Hongguang, with the morning sun on its back, drove out of the barley field and headed towards the goal.

Only first-class drivers can unleash the powerful energy of Hongguang manual transmission.

Coincidentally, Duan Xu is such a driver. The rugged mountain road is his best competition ground. Every time he increases or decreases the accelerator, it is just right; every time he brakes and shifts, no forward kinetic energy is wasted.

With a good horse and a good saddle, there is no road that they cannot pass.

However, it must stop now, even Wuling Hongguang must stop.

A large wooden pole, mounted on two tripods, completely blocked the road.

Wuling Hongguang entered the administrative jurisdiction of Shambhala.

A middle-aged man, who appeared to be a local villager and wore a red armband, was responsible for blocking the road here.

Duan Xu got off the car and stepped forward to ask:

"Uncle, please open the road and I'll go home."

"Where is your home in Shambhala?"

"Nixi." Duan Xu spoke in a high voice and casually mentioned the address in his memory.

"Your license plate is not local. Read the notices yourself." Hong Armband pointed to the notice board beside the road.

The general content of the announcement is that the Shambhala area has recently been taken over by the military. No one is allowed to enter, and those inside can leave. Violators will bear the consequences.

"Uncle, you are responsible for the consequences. Move the roadblock and let us pass. If something happens, we will be responsible for it ourselves and we will never implicate you. Besides, what are the consequences if I go home?"

"Young man, please see clearly. First, no one is allowed to enter. Finally, if something slips through by chance, the consequences will be serious. I am not responsible. Do you understand?"

"That's right, we don't want you to be responsible."

"I am only responsible for not letting you in. I am not responsible for other things."

It is impossible to pass this situation, and it is absolutely impossible today.

How could Duan Xu be willing to do so and continue to work hard.

He took out the cigarette left by his father from the car and gave one to the red armband.

Hong Armband became alert and began to ask Duan Xu whether he was a foreigner or a reporter. He also wanted to check their ID cards.

He didn't have this right, so Duan Xu naturally ignored it.

I want to go home, why do you check my ID card?

Without checking your ID card, who would know if you are going home?

During the quarrel, a police car drove quietly from the opposite direction.

Needless to say, Red Armband had already reported the news that the two men were trying to force their way in.

No one knows when he turned on the walkie-talkie on his shoulder.

Duan Xu turned around and wanted to get in the car and leave.

The red armband took action, locking Duan Xu's wrist with his five fingers, moving quickly and fiercely, like an eagle grabbing a chicken, fast and accurate.

Without thinking much, Duan Xu flipped his palm, and the palm blade pressed the joint between the opponent's palm and wrist, and then rotated hard, and the opponent was forced to let go.

He exerted force with his feet, kicked off the ground suddenly, took two steps, pulled open the door, and got into the car.

When Hong Armband saw him getting into the car, he didn't dare to chase him. He went back, holding the tripod with both hands, and moved half of the road out of the way.

Wuling started, turned around, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the two people were pinned to the back of the seat.

There was a roar, and Wuling drove into the curve ahead and disappeared, leaving only thick exhaust gas.

The police car slowed down and passed the roadblock. It accelerated again, and the roar of the engine echoed throughout the valley.

A miniature sandstorm rolled up in the wake, and Red Armband raised his left arm to cover his eyes and nose.

After passing the first corner, I saw Wuling's taillights.

The Wuling is driving in the middle of the road. The road is narrow. No matter how good the performance of the car behind it is, it cannot pass it unless it can fly.


Chapter completed!