Tomb Raiding: My Family's Last Clan Chief is Little Brother

Chapter 190 Bonfire Banquet
Zhang Wuxun hung up the phone, put the backpack on the ground, and asked him, "What did you pack in there?"

"I packed everything I could use." Wu Xiaoxie freed his hands and glanced into the open trunk, surprised to find it already packed with equipment. "You packed this for me too! I've just taken it for nothing."

"Actually, it's not like it was taken for free."

Zhang Wuxun squeezed the equipment in the trunk and stuffed Wu Xiaoxie's backpack inside.

He continued, "When the time comes, we'll pick out what we can use and throw away what we can't. Anyway, it'll be transported by cart, so we don't need anyone to carry it."

Wu Xiaoxie scratched his head. "That's true."

He then asked, "Whose phone call was that just now? The voice sounded somewhat familiar."

"Fatty's." Zhang Wuxun glanced around the trunk to make sure nothing was missing, then stepped back and closed the trunk.

"Fatty? Didn't he go back to Panjiayuan? Why is he calling you?" Wu Xiaoxie asked, a little curious.

Zhang Wuxun didn't hide anything, saying, "They said there was a job they needed, so they wanted to ask me, but I already have a job, so I declined."

Wu Xiaoxie nodded and said nothing more.

Zhang Wuxun opened the car door again, pointed to a desert camouflage work uniform on the seat inside, and said, "Let's see if you change in the car or find a tent yourself."

Seeing the bustling crowd in the tent area, Wu Xiaoxie decisively chose to get into the car.

Zhang Wuxun nodded, tossed him the car keys, pointed towards the campfire, and said, "I'm going to Xiao Ge's place. You can come over after you've changed."

After organizing their gear, they chatted with Hei Xiazi around the campfire for a while before Aning stepped forward and told them to get ready to set off.

It was almost midnight when Zhang Wuxun and Wu Xiaoxie got into the car and waited to depart.

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They sped along, traversing the boundless Gobi Desert, where yellow sand stretched endlessly. The atmosphere within the team became slightly tense due to the environment.

Two days later, at dusk, the team arrived at a small village called Lancuo in the heart of the Qaidam Basin.

Ah Ning went down and spoke with the local officials for a while, then turned around and waved to the convoy, ordering, "Prepare to set up camp!"

At that moment, one of Aning's cars overturned into a wind-eroded ditch. The people on the other side were unharmed, but the car was totaled.

Aning was arguing with the guide, Zaxi, while the mechanic in the group was gesturing with his hands.

Zhang Wuxun patted Wu Xiaoxie, who was looking in that direction, and said, "Ignore them, let's go. Let's set up the tent first. I don't want to wake up with my face covered in sand in the morning."

Wu Xiaoxie said "oh" and together with Zhang Wuxun, they moved out the tools and started setting up the tent.

For dinner, we set up a stove by the campfire and cooked porridge. We also bought some mutton from the villagers and grilled it.

Zhang Wuxun was mentally calculating what dangers he might encounter on this mission when he turned around and found that his mutton was already burning. He hurriedly took it off the fire and shook it.

Holding the blackened, burnt-smelling mutton he had just roasted in his hand, his expression froze for a moment.

He finally put it down silently, took a couple of sips of porridge, and sighed wistfully as he looked at the horizon.

Wu Xiaoxie brought over two bowls of butter tea and asked him what was wrong.

Zhang Wuxun looked nostalgic. "To be honest, I miss Fatty a little."

Wu Xiaoxie was well aware of his occasional sentimental tendencies. Looking at the blackened lump of roasted meat on the ground, she chuckled, "I think you don't miss Fatty, but rather the food Fatty makes."

Zhang Wuxun took the bowl, chuckled, and glanced at Wu Xiaoxie. "Don't tell me you don't want to. I've been eating nothing but compressed biscuits on the road these past two days. If this keeps up, I feel like I'm going to turn into a compressed dried-up human body." Wu Xiaoxie choked and pouted. "What's the use of thinking about it? Fatty isn't going to fall from the sky and make you a spicy boiled fish hot pot."

Zhang Wuxun couldn't take it anymore. He threw away the compressed biscuits, went back to the car, picked up a backpack, and took out several large bags of dried vegetables and several boxes of self-heating hot pot. He also took out a packet of Fanchao hot pot base, which was sponsored by the system and would only be available in the future.

Wu Xiaoxie's eyes widened. "Holy crap, you even brought hot pot base!"

"Nonsense, how can we eat hot pot without hot pot base?" Zhang Wuxun kicked Wu Xiaoxie up. "Hurry up, go and slice the mutton. Let's improve our meals."

Wu Xiaoxie patted the dirt off his bottom, happily picked up the iron pot, and started slicing mutton using a plastic sheet as a base.

Soon, the boiling water was bubbling with red oil. Zhang Wuxun added all the meat and vegetables into the pot, and after cooking for a while, a rich aroma filled the air.

Wu Xiaoxie, his mouth watering, kept sniffing, "Is it ready yet?"

Zhang Wuxun added vinegar he had bought from a villager to the bowl, then put a slice of mutton in it for him to try. "Try it, and eat it when it's cooked."

Wu Xiaoxie stuffed it into his mouth, hissing as it was hot, and said repeatedly, "It's cooked, it's cooked."

As Zhang Wuxun scooped food into his bowl, he said, "Go call the young man."

Wu Xiaoxie quickly darted over to call for help, and when he arrived, a bunch of people followed behind him.

Black Bear, with a cocky air, put his arm around the young man's shoulder, pushed up his sunglasses, and asked knowingly, "What delicious food did you make?"

Zhang Wuxun generously opened his backpack, revealing various packaged dried vegetables inside, saying, "Self-reliance leads to abundance."

It means, you can't expect to get something for nothing.

The bearded foreigner thought he was quite familiar with Zhang Wuxun and his group, but he still brought out his own barbecue, saying, "Super Fish, may I have dinner with you?"

Zhang Wuxun waved his hand in agreement. His backpack had already been completely looted by the group, and then they all brought over their grilled meat, saying that good things should be shared.

Zhang Wuxun looked at the mountain of roasted meat and his lips twitched. He wondered if he had entered a primitive era of bartering.

Turning my head again, I saw that Hei Xiazi had already made friends with me and started eating with chopsticks.

While eating, he commented, "Brother Muyu, your cooking skills are pretty good."

Zhang Wuxun: "..."

Fine, I'll let it go for the sake of him being Little Innocent's future mentor.

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At night, Aning arranged for hired locals to keep watch, but Zaxi said that wild animals could only be found near the Hoh Xil region, where the grass was so scarce that even rats wouldn't bother, let alone wild animals.

Knowing that Dingzhu Zhuoma would come to talk to Wu Xiaoxie in the tent that night, Zhang Wuxun urged him to go to sleep early.

After a long journey, everyone was exhausted, and the camp quickly quieted down.

Zhang Wuxun was nestled in his sleeping bag, dozing off, when he suddenly sensed something and abruptly opened his eyes.

Outside the tent, a very light footstep gradually approached.

He paused at the doorway, then lifted the curtain, causing the stone holding it down to tip over and hit a glass bottle next to him with a loud clang.

The newcomer was startled. He vaguely saw a person sitting up in the middle of the tent and assumed it was the person in question. He said softly, "Don't speak. Come with me. My grandmother wants to see you."

(End of this chapter)