The fat boy's temper came and went quickly. If it was an ordinary person who beat him, the fat boy would definitely be angry for a while. But it is easier to forgive a mentally ill person than to forgive an ordinary person. The truth is simple. If an ordinary person is walking on the street and is suddenly punched, if the person who hits him is an ordinary person, they will generally fight, and if they don't fight, they will curse each other for a while. But if the person who hits him is a mentally ill person, the person who is beaten will generally just blame himself for being unlucky, and the possibility of a real fight is not high.
Brother Long quickly took Liuzi out. He was also afraid that Liuzi and Zhang Dadao would get into trouble if they stayed together. Although Zhang Dadao seemed to be unwilling to argue with Liuzi, it was safer to separate them. Brother Long left not long ago. It was time for dinner.
When Liuzi came back from outside with dinner, Zhang Dadao frowned as soon as he saw it, and said unhappily: "Since we crossed the Yangtze River, we have been eating noodles every day. It was okay on the road, but we had to eat this for convenience. Now that we are at the end of the country, we are still eating noodles. This is too perfunctory! Not to mention the big fish and meat, we have to prepare some good noodles! I am from the south, I am not used to this!"
"Slurp~" Zhang Dadao had just finished saying this when a loud sound of slurping noodles came from beside him. "I'm from the South, too. I'm used to eating this!" The fat man hadn't even wiped the blood off his face when he started eating again. Not only did he eat, he also ruined Zhang Dadao's show.
Zhang Dadao glanced at the fat man with disdain and said, "Any food you eat is not something you are used to eating?"
Wu Datou said with a smile: "Master, what you said is authentic Lanzhou beef noodles. Yinzhou and Lanzhou are both in the northwest, and the taste is different from other places. I'm thinking of making some local specialties here!" Wu Datou has also learned bad things and is talking nonsense in a serious manner.
"What~" Zhang Dadao was shocked. He looked at the bowl of noodles in front of him and said, "Is this the legendary Lanzhou ramen? That's not bad!" This trick might not work on someone else, but Zhang Dadao really fell for it!
The fat boy gulped down half a bowl of noodles. After hearing what Zhang Dadao said, he laughed and said, "You are just ignorant. This thing is everywhere in the country. It is known as the twin peaks of the Chinese catering industry along with Shaxian snacks. It is known as the KFC and McDonald's of China."
Zhang Dadao nodded repeatedly and said, "I've heard people mention it. It's the foreign intelligence collection department of the Fifth National Security Bureau. It's an important part of the relevant units!"
Zheng Wen and Wu Datou were sweating profusely after hearing this, and they both felt that their Chinese was not good. Zhang Dadao and the little fat man got together and had a heated but cordial discussion about the national security intelligence system.
The next morning, Zhang Dadao woke up naturally. After breakfast, Zhang Dadao and others got in the car. Zheng Wudatou was driving the car, and Zheng Wen was sitting in the co-pilot seat. He introduced to Zhang Dadao: "We are going to the Western Xia Royal Tombs. This Yinzhou was the former capital of the Western Xia Kingdom, and the Western Xia Royal Tombs are here. Brother Long is also worried that the Western Xia people, a minority ethnic group, will not be buried according to Feng Shui. That's why I want you to go and take a look first, so that you can understand the difference here."
The little fat man pouted and suggested, "Isn't what we want to dig up the Western Xia Royal Tombs? Why bother with this when we already know where it is? Can't we just dig up what's right in front of us and then go our separate ways?"
"Pfft!" Wu Datou laughed so hard that he couldn't help laughing. Zheng Wen shook his head again and again, saying, "Are you crazy? What kind of place is this Xixia Royal Tomb? It's a legitimate key cultural relic protection site. There are people outside watching it. Don't even think about digging! You'll be caught if you write a "I was here" in the text. If you dig it, we'll all be punished!"
After Zheng Wen said this, the little fat man didn't dare to interrupt. When the car arrived, Zheng Wen got off the car, bought tickets, and led a few people into the scenic area. The little fat man knew something was wrong. This place had been excavated by the national archaeological team a long time ago, and it was definitely not something they could get involved in.
Zheng Wen led Zhang Dadao and the others to look at the Western Xia Royal Tombs in the distance, saying, "See? That 's right at the foot of the Helan Mountains! You know the Helan Mountains, right? This is the famous sacred mountain dragon vein in the northwest! At the foot of that mountain is the Western Xia Royal Tombs, known as the Pyramid of the East!"
The little fat boy looked at the Xixia Royal Mausoleum in the distance, touched his head and said, "Is this it? It doesn't look like a pyramid! It looks more like a cornmeal steamed bread! The Xixia people are also foodies. Does the one we want to dig look like this? That's easy!"
Wu Datou laughed and said, "If it looked like this, would it be our turn to come here? It would have been dug up eight hundred years ago! Taoist priest, you still have to come and take a look. Is this place built like this according to Feng Shui? The terrain in this area hasn't changed much."
Zhang Dadao had a serious look on his face. He took out the compass and walked forward. After looking at it for a long time, he said mysteriously, "What a brilliant idea! This place is backed by the spiritual energy of the dragon vein of Helan Mountain and faces the city of Yinzhou, which is popular with people. Look at those steamed bread graves. Do you know that food is the most important thing for people? The little fat man is right. This is the appearance of taking steamed bread and borrowing the power of food. Look at this location, it happens to be a formation! Brilliant, brilliant!"
"Ah?" Zheng Wen and Wu Datou were stunned. "Is this really buried according to Feng Shui?"
The little fat man stepped back and whispered, "This charlatan is really good at deceiving people. He is talking about the power of food from the devil. He really thinks that in our country of foodies, everything is related to food! We are doomed now. We won't be able to tell anything by then! We have boarded the wrong ship!" The little fat man looked at himself in the back and felt sorry for himself.
Although Zheng Wen felt that what Zhang Dadao said was not very reliable, he was a professional after all, and the professional said that the Western Xia Royal Mausoleum was also built according to Feng Shui, so there was no problem. Regardless of Zhang Dadao's desire to get closer and take a look, Zheng Wen pulled everyone together and turned around to leave the scenic area.
As they got in the car and headed south, Zheng Wen followed and said, "The place we are going to is near a town called Baima in the south. It is not far from the Yellow River. The terrain in that area is complex with many ravines and valleys. It is said that a Xixia royal family member is buried there. Brother Long and his friends went there yesterday to gather information and found a place to stay. Let's go and meet up with them now! The rest depends on your ability, Dadao."
Zhang Dadao said happily: "Are they sick? Isn't that Wotou Wang Mausoleum behind their ancestors' tomb? This man can't even enter the ancestral tomb, it seems that he has made a big mistake! Could it be that he stole the emperor's pressure cooker?"
"Pressure cooker?" Wu Datou was stunned and turned around and said, "Master, don't be ridiculous! Where could we get a pressure cooker at that time?"
Zhang Dadao asked in confusion, "No? It must be laundry detergent or something. Anyway, he must have stolen something!"
The little fat man also said: "It's hard to say whether he stole someone! By the way, do you think it was Li Qiushui who buried the body? If you dig out the secret book, you must give me a share!" The little fat man's imagination was so wild that Zheng Wen and Wu Datou laughed out loud. The car was very happy for a while. Only Zhang Dadao, the active mental patient, and the little fat man, the retired mental patient, were confused and smiled awkwardly at each other. I don't know what Zheng Wen and Wu Datou were laughing about.