[69 Book Bar - www.] Early the next morning, we packed our luggage and followed the fat white man and the thin black man to the edge of the Yellow River. The autumn wind felt a bit cold on our faces, and there was a hazy white mist floating on the river.

A vast expanse.

Green Dogzi also shouted to follow him to have a look, and Fatty Bai said, "Don't blame me if you encounter a water monster and lose your life."

Qing Gouzi said: "It's not strange, it's not strange. I'm afraid it's a pity that I didn't see the water monster."

The thin black man glared at the green dog, "If we encounter a water monster, I will throw you down first."

Seven of us boarded the iron boat. This iron boat is different from other boats. Although the hull is made of wood, it is wrapped with a layer of iron, just like wearing a suit of armor. The hull is very

It is heavy and feels very solid. The wind and waves on the Yellow River are very strong, and ordinary small wooden boats will capsize if they are not sure of a wave. Only on the calm Yangtze River can you often see small sampans with oars.

The iron boat was neither too big nor too small. The fat man walked into the cab and started the boat on fire.

The broad Yellow River, the roaring waves, now that I am on the Yellow River, I finally feel the surging momentum in the "Yellow River Cantata". Standing on the boat and looking at the scenery on both sides of the Yellow River, I suddenly feel in my heart that the sky and the earth are boundless, but the remaining vastness is vast.

After traveling for an unknown amount of time, the morning fog gradually dissipated, and the sun cut a trace of fish belly white in the distant sky. We looked excitedly to the cliff in the distance, and saw one Buddha statue after another carved on the steep cliff.

For hundreds of years, those Buddha statues have stood on the banks of the surging Yellow River, watching the changes in the sea and the rotation of the sun and the moon. Many of the Buddha statues have been eroded by wind and frost, but we can still feel the magnificent and solemn momentum.

The tin boat made a churning noise, like a tractor. The river wind blew in our faces, and we all felt a little cold, so we got into the cabin. The cabin was very boring, so Qing Gouzi told us about this place on the edge of the Yellow River.

magical legend.

"In the 1980s, dredging projects were carried out every year in the middle and lower reaches of the Yellow River. Each family of nearby residents contributed one prime-age laborer. Of course, the elderly could also boil water for cooking. If not, they had to pay. In winter, the Yellow River

Entering the dry season, one day everyone was digging out silt from the bottom of the river to strengthen the embankment next to it. Suddenly, a man roared

The sound was extremely miserable, and then all the people at the bottom of the river began to roar. The people cooking on the bank were very surprised. After a while, everyone stopped and continued working. When they were eating, I asked them, but no one

Knowing that I have made such a sound, that is to say, in those few minutes of memory, there are no people at the bottom of the river. Do you think it is strange?"
Chapter completed!