Departing from Jimingyi, we headed straight to Zhangjiakou and prepared to have lunch there.

Zhangjiakou was just a fort in the Ming Dynasty, Zhangjiakou Fort.

The original function of Zhangjiakou Fort was military equipment, that is, defense.

Judging from the terrain, there is indeed a dangerous situation here that a man is in charge of being a pass.

But in the later period, Zhangjiakou Fort gradually changed and became a small commercial city. With the pain of the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, some people ascended to heaven and some people ascended to grass.

The former fortress and later the concentration of merchants has now become a city, a city that I expected.

I searched all the way and finally found a noodle restaurant.

The name of the noodle restaurant is very interesting. I called a bowl of sauerkra Noodle. The soup is good, so I made an exception and didn't add chili.

You can see a person's attitude towards life by eating noodles.

I was like drinking, drinking all the time, and I ate the noodles without stopping. Sister Yu was the same. I think we are probably supporters of the argument that "food is just to maintain life."

The leader was eating noodles very slowly, and he seemed to be enjoying life rather than food.

Is it better to maintain life or enjoy life? I think this is a question.

We had food in our stomachs, and we were not panicked. We set out again and easily arrived at the grassland sky road.

Before I came, I heard about the grassland road. I thought it would be a scene of a vast sky, vast wilderness, and the wind blows the grass and sees cattle and sheep.

"Take you here to see the snow."

The leader said this, but reality made our thoughts fail.

The north in early spring gave us a lot of face, and the sun shone brightly.

The wind is not very strong. For a person who lives in a coastal area temporarily, such winds are just ordinary.

But what's going on in front of you?

Yes, it's all yellow when you see it.

The south is already a time when peaches and plum blossoms are fragrant and tender grass branches are rising, but it is still a cold winter scene here.

I was a little disappointed, but since I came, I naturally had to take this road of heaven.

It was very tiring to drive long distances, so the car changed to the driver, Sister Yu rested, and the leader's daughter took over.

"I've got a driver's license."

The leader's introduction made me feel cold. I glanced at the new driver and found... a little excited.

Sister Yu was sitting behind, just talking about some precautions for this car, and then started to rest.

And I was also driven to the front passenger seat, and the leader joked: "For my safety, I will sit in the back."

The start was a bit slow, but at least I didn't use the accelerator as the brake, so I gradually felt relieved.

The road is very narrow, and it is withered and yellow all the way. Some of the withered and yellow grass looks neatly like wheatgrass.

I have hardly encountered a car on the road because it says at the entrance: Business is suspended.

After choosing a place, everyone got off the car and started taking pictures.

I was probably the worst at taking photos, and I felt awkward to pose, so I was criticized.

There is a slope on the right. After taking the photo, Xiaobai went down to take a look, and then said that the scenery was good, so I followed it.

The soil was very loose and floating. I leaned over and pinched the withered grass and crushed it!

This is the North!

Unlike the small bridge, flowing water and drizzle like silk, which can make the literati and poets promising, the natural environment here is obviously much worse.

And those grasses are like planted, I think they should be used to consolidate the soil. Otherwise, when the strong wind blows, the floating soil will disappear with the wind and turn into dust haze.

The slope suddenly stopped at a cliff ahead.

Below is like a grand canyon that was born out of thin air. No, it cannot be called a canyon.

When I returned home, I asked the leader that this kind of terrain was called Daxia.

You will never see this terrain from both sides of the road, it is like... a basin with undulating mountains and small rivers flowing. Houses are dotted in it.

The first impression is shock, the shock brought by completely different landforms.

It's like a new world suddenly appears in front of you, making you want to explore.

We lingered here for a long time, and then we continued to set off reluctantly.

Because the yellowness occupies the sight, we decided to go to another place.

Zhang Bei!

Zhangbei has a long history and has been changing its belongings in the back and forth between the nomadic peoples and the Central Plains. He was once the Zhongdu of the Yuan Dynasty.

In the early Ming Dynasty, this place was Xinghe Prefecture. Then after a counterattack, he recaptured it again, returned to the territory of the Ming Dynasty, and became the Xinghe Defending Thousand Houses of the Ming Dynasty.

This is the final point of our trip to Xinghebao!

Xinghe Fort naturally had no way to see it. Standing on a high slope, looking at Zhangbei County, there is a small river below.

The frozen river looks white. If it weren't for the time constraints, I thought I would go down and take a look and experience the fun of breaking ice by the river as a child.

There is a windmill with wind power generation on the top of the slope. The huge fan blades are blown by the wind, making a whimpering sound.

Of course, there are no historical sites here. Apart from some buildings in the county, there are vast fields.

"Xinghe Bo has built Jingguan here, let's have one too."

The leader suggested that everyone built a pile of stones with stones to talk about **.

When I mentioned Yan Niang's eye, I was powerless. Is it 8,000 or Xiaobai carved an eye on the stone, and the task was done.

The Knight started live broadcasting and asked Sister Yu: "Sister Jazz, is your next book a female feature?"

Sister Yu replied seriously: "Yes, female."

A group of people laughed and leaned back and forth.

Joy is never complicated. If you relax, you will see beautiful scenery and you will naturally be happy.

Come with excitement and return with excitement!

I think this is the highest level of travel!

We started to return, and when we entered a hilly area, I thought this should be the Yehuling area of ​​that year.

I still remember that the origin of Yehu Ridge is that there are many foxes. The ridges in front of me are undulating, and the foxes are gone, but they are silent.

This is the dividing line between nomadism and farming. Once you enter this place, you are farming.

When nomads are powerful, this is the entrance to the south.

When the Central Plains are strong, this is the exit for attack.

Looking at the gray mountains, we have witnessed the rise and fall of thousands of years, and witnessed countless joys and sorrows.

I returned to Zhangjiakou all the way, and the room had been booked here.

I was always a little reluctant to leave the last day, and then the leader became happy again because he found that he had lost his coat, and it was thrown at the noodle restaurant at noon.

I don’t worry about the outer cloak, but the ID card inside is a headache.

Fortunately, I was lucky. I contacted me by phone, and my clothes were there, and my ID card was there.

Drinking and chatting from all over the world, there were only three people left, which lasted until after two o'clock in the morning.

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In order to avoid peak traffic periods, we set off to Beijing before dawn the next morning, and ended our northern expedition.
Chapter completed!