Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Whether the sky falls or not, it has nothing to do with Dabao anymore. When the train stopped at the station in Dihua, the capital of Western Xinjiang, Dabao looked through the window at the soldiers on the platform. He finally felt relieved. This mission was completed.

The train stopped, Dabao opened the door and got off first. He looked around.

Several soldiers walked towards him on the platform. The one in front was a middle-aged man wearing a washed-out military uniform with a gold star embedded on each of his collar badges. He turned out to be a general.

Dabao took two quick steps, stood at attention and saluted: "Hello, Chief!"

The general returned the greeting and extended his right hand to shake Dabao's. "Is this Comrade Qin Dabao? You've worked hard all the way. I've received the telegram from the capital. It hasn't been easy. You've protected the experts and attacked the enemy at the same time. You're really good guys."

Dabao quickly said: "This is what we should do."

At this time, the escorting soldiers got off the car and handed Xie Jiayin and Yang Jingning over to the comrades in Western Xinjiang. Then the soldiers returned to the car. They had rules and were not allowed to stay in Western Xinjiang and had to return with the car.

Professor Tang and others also got out of the car. Wu Fan hugged his father, reluctant to let go for a long time. These ten days were the longest time he had spent with his father in the past five years. This time, the father and son were separated, and it was unknown how many years it would take for them to meet again.

Dabao and Professor Tang said their goodbyes. It's thanks to these people who have silently contributed that our country has the confidence to say no to the great powers! They are true heroes and deserve respect.

Wu Fan could only send them here, because Professor Tang and the other two had to be sent to the base immediately, and the next itinerary was top secret.

Looking at the jeep going away, Wu Fan's face was full of tears.

Dabao patted his shoulder and said, "Don't be sad. Uncle Wu is carrying the burden for us. He may be back soon."

Dabao also knew that any advice now would be futile, but he had to say it.

Wu Fan wiped the tears from his face, turned around and said, "Brother Bao, I'm going back to Beijing by car, what about you?"

Dabao smiled and shook his head: "I have to stay for a few more days, let's meet again when we return to Beijing."

Dabao's heart is like a little bird, about to fly high in the sky. Hahaha, Gobi Desert, little sheep, big yaks, wait for me, I'm coming...

He picked up his luggage, said goodbye to the conductor and others, and skipped out of the station. He was so excited that he had to slow down a little, otherwise he would take off.

However, he first had to go to the Dihua City Public Security Bureau to exchange for a letter of introduction. The people here did not know Chinese, and the letter of introduction from the capital would not work in Xinjiang. Then he had to send a telegram from the Dihua City Bureau to the capital, reporting that he had completed the task and would play for a few days before returning to the capital.

By the time Lu Jianbang received the safe telegram from Dabao, Dabao had already left the Dihua City Bureau. His first stop was Hotan at the foot of the Kunlun Mountains.

He is a master of carving. In his previous life, when he was a master of carving, Hetian jade had already been hyped up to a sky-high price, and top-grade seed material and mutton-fat jade were even more rare.

For a sculptor like him, the beautiful jade from Hotan is like honey to a blind bear, who can't help but drool at the smell, so he must go to Hotan.

It is more than 1,700 kilometers from Dihua to Hotan. Dabao cannot drive a jeep there because there are too few vehicles. If a car appears occasionally, especially one with a military license plate, it will be too conspicuous and attract onlookers.

Dabao decided to buy a camel. He always wanted to ride a camel, but unfortunately he never had the chance. This time, he had plenty of money in his space.

If you come to Xinjiang and don't have a meal of grilled lamb skewers, it would be a wasted trip.

At that time, Dihua was not the future metropolis, but was really desolate, with dugouts and bungalows everywhere.

The structure of the dugout is simple and practical, half of it is built on the ground and half is underground. When viewed from the ground, it is as high as an adult's shoulder.

The bungalows are also different from those in the mainland. They are built with bricks made of a mixture of mud and hay. The roof is made of wooden beams, covered with wooden boards, and then covered with clay mixed with water and compacted. This kind of house is not waterproof, but it is generally not a problem in the arid and rainy western Xinjiang.

There are very few buildings, and the occasional two-story buildings are mostly government offices.

Western Xinjiang also implemented a bill system. Under the planned economy, all places were treated equally. National food coupons were more effective than money here.

Dabao was strolling on the street in his police uniform. He wanted to find a restaurant to eat. After walking around for a long time, he finally found a state-owned restaurant. Nowadays, there are no privately owned restaurants in Xijiang. All restaurants are state-owned.

This state-owned restaurant is also a large bungalow. The room is very spacious. As soon as you enter the room, you will be hit by a strong smell of mutton, mixed with cumin and various spices.

Dabao was a little hungry originally, and with the addition of this little taste, he felt that he could eat a whole sheep. He didn't dare to say that he could eat a whole cow, because that would be typical bragging.

It was still early for lunch, and there were no customers in the restaurant. There was only a girl with pigtails sitting behind the cash register, writing.

Dabao took a look and didn't find any signs on the wall prohibiting beating or scolding customers. This was normal. People in Xijiang all carried small knives with them, which they used to eat meat and stab people in fights. So in this place, whenever there was a fight, eight out of ten times there would be blood.

The girl looked up when she heard the sound of the door. Her eyes lit up when she saw Dabao. A good-looking boy is popular everywhere.

The girl greeted Dabao in Xinjiang dialect, but Dabao was completely confused and couldn't understand what she was saying.

Seeing Dabao's bewildered expression, the girl couldn't help but giggle. She then asked in awkward Chinese, "Comrade Public Security, what would you like to eat?"

Dabao felt relieved, but his subordinates understood. He quickly said, "I'm here on a business trip from Beijing. I want to try some of our Western Xinjiang specialties. What do you have here?"

The girl smiled sweetly and said, "Guest, we have grilled lamb skewers, hand-pulled rice, baked buns, hand-pulled lamb, and pulled noodles." It was obvious that calling them police comrades was not so easy, so she changed to calling them guests.

Dabao swallowed his saliva when he heard it. The girl took a bowl and brought out a large kettle from the kitchen. She poured a large cup of milk tea and placed it in front of Dabao.

The milk tea in Western Xinjiang is salty. In addition to goat milk, it also contains salt and ghee. People in Western Xinjiang are particularly fond of milk tea, and even become sick without it.

Dabao looked at the thick oil floating on the milk tea and couldn't help swallowing his saliva. It was too greasy. How could he drink it? But seeing the girl's eager eyes, he could only bite the bullet and pick it up, holding his breath, and drink it all in one gulp.

Oh my god, this taste is too strong, Dabao almost vomited, it's just like outsiders going to Beijing to drink soy milk, can't enjoy it,

He put down the bowl, leaving a circle of milk marks on his lips. He took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth. When the girl saw him, her eyes brightened. Such a handsome and good-looking boy, and so clean, which girl from Xinjiang could resist him?

The girl immediately poured Dabao another bowl of milk tea and looked at him eagerly.

Dabao is about to cry. What's going on? Is he not eating but only wanting to drink water?

He didn't dare drink any more, because if he did, he would vomit and die.

"Well, I want ten skewers of lamb, a plate of hand-pulled lamb, a serving of hand-pulled rice, and ten baked buns."

The girl's eyes almost popped out of her head, and she waved her hands repeatedly: "Guest, you ordered too much, you can't finish it."

Dabao quickly took out five large lunch boxes from his handbag: "I'll eat first. If I can't finish it, I'll take it away. I have some colleagues who haven't eaten yet."

The girl was relieved at this moment. It turned out that they were going to take it away. That was no problem.

Dabao took out a few national food coupons and asked, "I don't have Xijiang food coupons, will national food coupons do?"

When the girl saw the national food coupons, her eyes lit up even more. She nodded repeatedly and then ran to the back...