Three days later, Qiao Liang's injury recovered.

The day after being discharged from the hospital, Qiao Liang continued to go down with He Qingqing to get to know the situation.

After the car driven by Qiao Liang was towed back, it was sent to the repair shop for comprehensive maintenance. The car is in good condition now.

After experiencing the horror of the no-man's land a few days ago and the almost frank conversation in the hospital ward, this time when Qiao Liang and He Qingqing went down together, both of them felt that their relationship seemed to be much more harmonious. He Qingqing's previous restraint and uneasiness gradually disappeared, Qiao Liang's impression of her was deepening, and trust gradually established between the two.

On that day, Qiao Liang drove to a pastoral township and drove along a large area of ​​grassland. There were herds of cattle and sheep eating grass in the grassland, and eagles spreading their wings and soaring in the sky.

"It's a beautiful scenery, you can see cows and sheep when you blow the wind and the grass..." Qiao Liang praised while driving.

"It's really beautiful." He Qingqing nodded, "In fact, the pasture here used to be larger in the past, but because of climate change and man-made factors, the desert gradually invaded, the pasture was severely desertified, and the area gradually shrank. The current area is less than half of the previous one."

"Director He, how long has it been before you said?" Qiao Liang asked.

He Qingqing thought for a while: "It was about 2,30 years ago."

Qiao Liang nodded and looked outside and said, "Why are there barbed wire around the grassland?"

"Because the grassland is divided into various households, the barbed wire mesh is the boundary, and the barbed wire mesh is also used to prevent cattle and sheep from running around across the border." He Qingqing said.

"The grassland is divided into households, and the herdsmen grazed in their own pasture all year round?" Qiao Liang said.

He Qingqing shook his head: "This is a summer ranch. As the weather gets colder, herders all want to transfer to the winter ranch."

"Oh, there's a winter ranch?"

"Yes, the annual transfer is a long-distance migration. Herders have to stay with cattle and sheep in the winter pasture until the weather warms up before returning to the summer pasture. On the winter pasture, herders' lives are very difficult. They live in the ground and use cow dung to cover the ground nests on the walls to keep warm. They eat their own hard cakes and drink the snow water boiled with dried cow dung." He Qingqing sighed, "For those who come to travel, grazing is a romantic thing, but for herders, it is just for survival."

Qiao Liang couldn't help but sigh: "How is the income of herders now?"

He Qingqing said: "It's very ordinary. Due to the influence of various factors, the income and contribution of most herders are far disproportionate. This has also caused the decline in herders' enthusiasm for developing animal husbandry. Young people would rather go out far to the city to work and work hard work than come back. Most of the people left behind are middle-aged and elderly herders who are nostalgic for their hometown."

Qiao Liang thought about it: "What are the various factors you mentioned?"

"For example, sales, costs, and limited resources in grassland..." He Qingqing said and pointed forward, "Prince Qiao, look--"

Qiao Liang looked forward and saw that there was no pasture in front of him, but a large area of ​​crops, full of corn waiting to be harvested.

"Strange, why did you plant so much corn in a good pasture? Isn't this a waste of pasture resources?" Qiao Liang murmured.

He Qingqing smiled bitterly: "There is no prospect for animal husbandry, so many herders have begun to change crops on pastures. The soil and climate here are only suitable for growing corn. Although the harvest of growing corn is not high, it can be at least guaranteed to eat. In recent years, more and more crops have been planted, and the area of ​​pastures has shrunk sharply."

"This is a vicious cycle. If this continues, without pastures, it will be even more difficult for the animal husbandry industry to develop." Qiao Liang frowned.

"Who said no?" He Qingqing smiled bitterly again.

Qiao Liang looked at the cornfield that could not be seen in front of him, and his heart was heavy and he fell into deep thought...

After driving forward for dozens of kilometers, we entered the desert area. The huge sand dunes rolled and looked spectacular.

The car drove west along the simple gravel road beside the Liangshui River. When it flowed through the county town, the Liangshui River was still abundant, but when it arrived here, there was only a trickle of water left, and the valley seemed dry and empty.

"Director He, why is there so little water in the river here?" Qiao Liang asked.

"One of the reason is because of the upstream agricultural irrigation water, two because the climate here is hot and the evaporation is severe, and the third is groundwater seepage." He Qingqing said.

Qiao Liang nodded: "Where does this river eventually flow into?"

"The river flowed into the desert and then disappeared." He Qingqing said.

"Oh..." Qiao Liang nodded again.

Then He Qingqing said: "In fact, at the end of the Liangshui River entering the desert, there is a desert lake called Liangshui Lake. There is an oasis by the lake. According to the county chronicles, this lake has existed for thousands of years. It used to be a large area. In the Han Dynasty, it was a border defense fortress, and there were garrisons who were garrisoned and guarded the border by the lake. Now there are also the fortress sites left by the garrisons that were left by the garrisons..."

"Ah, there is also this, go and have a look." Qiao Liang became interested when he heard this.

He Qingqing pointed outside the car: "Chief Qiao County, look at the yellow mound outside, which is the beacon tower of that year. The long belt-shaped ridge beside the mound is the wall of that year. Following this wall, we can drive to the lake and see the fortress ruins..."

As soon as Qiao Liang turned on the steering wheel, he drove the car to the beacon tower and stopped, got out of the car, walked over, and saw a stone tablet standing in front of the beacon tower, engraved on it: The ruins of the beacon tower No. 3 Liangshui River in the Western Han Dynasty.

The signature is from Liangbei County People's Government, and the time is July 1983.

Qiao Liang silently stared at the beacon tower that had been invaded by thousands of years of history and years. The golden swords and iron horses and desert smoke appeared in front of him. He couldn't help but feel awe-inspiring, took out his cell phone and took a few photos.

Qiao Liang then frowned: "How come such an important cultural relic is exposed to the wind and sun, so why not protect it?"

He Qingqing smiled: "If it is a densely populated place in the east, such ruins should certainly be protected as treasures. However, because Liangbei was the western border of the Han Dynasty, there were many such ruins in Liangbei. First, it took a lot of manpower, material resources and financial resources to protect. Second, it was unrealistic to protect such ruins. Generally speaking, as long as there is no human damage, it will maintain its original appearance in this way. For example, the Great Wall, except for those used as tourist attractions, the rest of the parts will also let it be natural."

Qiao Liang thought about the wild Great Wall where hikers often went to explore, and thought He Qingqing's words were reasonable. It was dry and rainy all year round. As long as no one deliberately destroyed it, it would be good to maintain the original appearance.

Qiao Liang and He Qingqing then got on the bus, drove forward along the road between Liangshui River Valley and Shui Wall, and drove into the desert. After driving for most of the day, they turned over several huge sand dunes, and suddenly a mirror-like blue lake appeared in front of them, with a large area of ​​dazzling golden yellow by the lake.

"Liangshui Lake! Populus euphratica forest!" Qiao Liang blurted out excitedly.

"Yes, this is Liangshui Lake, the end of Liangshui River. The lake is surrounded by poplar forests. Not far from the lake, there are the ruins of the fortress garrisons who reclaimed and guarded the border in the Han Dynasty." He Qingqing said.

Qiao Liang stepped on the accelerator and accelerated to drive over. He stopped by the lake, jumped out of the car, and opened his eyes wide to look at the strange mirage-like scenery that suddenly appeared in the vast yellow sand in front of him.

In the depths of the dead desert, there is such an oasis of lakes and such beautiful poplar scenery. Qiao Liang felt that he seemed to be in a dream and couldn't help but be amazed, Oh my God, the mirror of the sky is so magical and spectacular!

Qiao Liang took out his cell phone to take pictures while admiring this magical beauty that he had never seen before. This should be a paradise that tourists yearn for. He had to send it to Tongtong for a look.

After taking a long shot, Qiao Liang stopped and looked at the mirror-like lake. The lake surface was so calm and the lake water was so clear. She gave birth to this oasis and let the Dead Sea erect in this desert give birth to infinite vitality. I think that the soldiers guarding the border back then must have survived and settled.

Then Qiao Liang walked forward along the lakeside. The large golden poplar forest was so beautiful that it made people feel trembling and palpitations. Qiao Liang was shocked and started taking pictures with his mobile phone again. He Qingqing's voice came from his ears: "Poplar has been born for a thousand years and never fell for a thousand years, but has fallen for a thousand years and is immortal. The poplar spirit is also a true portrayal of our ancestors' expansion of territory and our nation's endless life..."

He Qingqing's words aroused Qiao Liang's sympathy. He looked at the poplar trees around him who died and fell, but still maintained various proud postures, and could not help but nod.

"Where is the fortress ruins?" Qiao Liang asked He Qingqing.

"You can see it by passing through this poplar forest." He Qingqing pointed forward.

"Go and go to the fortress to have a look."

Qiao Liang and He Qingqing walked through the poplar forest for nearly half an hour. When they reached the edge, they saw a yellow castle appearing in front of them on the edge of the huge sand dunes.

The castle looks quite large in size. Although after thousands of years, some parts have been buried by yellow sand and only ruins are left, it still looks majestic.

This is the fortress that defended the border defense back then, and this is the ruins left by our ancestors who settled and guarded the border.

Qiao Liang slowly approached the fortress with solemn and respectful mood. A stone tablet was erected in front of the fortress, engraved on it: The ruins of Liangshuihe Fortress in the Western Han Dynasty.

Qiao Liang took a photo and then walked into the fortress. He stepped on soft yellow sand under his feet. What he saw was the layout of the fortress. Among the ruins, traces of the road could be vaguely seen, and even the barracks, training grounds and generals of that year...

Qiao Liang was excited again, and his ancestors' determination to return to death with horse leather and horses, and fierce battle scenes of fighting for the country and nations. A strong voice echoed in his ears: "Those who offend me, those who are strong in the Han Dynasty will be punished even if they are far away..."

The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun sets in the long river is round.

At this moment, Qiao Liang was surrounded by a passionate feeling, with infinite respect for history and ancestors in his heart, and his spirit was a little dazed, and he was crisscrossed between history and reality.

Qiao Liang stayed here for a long time and took a lot of photos. He Qingqing reminded him that it was too late and it was time to go back, so he reluctantly left here.

On the night when he returned to his residence, Qiao Liang sent all the pictures he took to Tongtong and gave some explanations.

Qiao Liang believes that these may be useful for children who do traveling, because Qiao Liang knows that for those living in the eastern region, what he sees today is undoubtedly a strong attraction.

In the next few days, Qiao Liang, accompanied by He Qingqing, continued to get familiar with the situation below.

In the blink of an eye, the Mid-Autumn Festival has passed and the weather has gradually become cooler, especially the morning and night, so I need to wear a wool sweater and a coat. To see more and faster, Souweixin Gong Zhonghao "Tianyi Yiyi Yi Yi Gu 2", and remove the "one" in the middle of the four words.

That afternoon, Qiao Liang and He Qingqing returned to the county town. Qiao Liang was in the office to sort out the situation of the past few days, and suddenly got a message: An Zhe came to Xizhou.

Qiao Liang was a little surprised when he learned this news. Why didn’t An Zhe send himself a message in advance? What did he do when he came to Xizhou?
Chapter completed!