Chapter 1212 Return to Siwa

It turned out that the good idea Fina came up with was to ask Zhang Zian to carry a few bottles of honey with him, and if he encountered an army of mosquitoes again, he would decisively smash the bottles and pour the honey on himself, sacrificing himself to protect Fina...

Sounds like a fool who is loyal to the Lord.

The so-called ancient mosquito repelling technique is nothing more than driving mosquitoes from one's own side to others', so that others can be bitten on their behalf.

Zhang Zian felt that this method was really deceitful, and it was completely selfish at the expense of others. Just now he was pitying the ancient Egyptian slaves, but in a blink of an eye he became a modern slave who sacrificed his life to feed mosquitoes.

However, being pointed at by Fina with her claws, he didn't dare to resist on the bright side, secretly thinking about how to muddle through this matter, or hoping that it would forget about it in a while.

Unexpectedly, Richard turned over and jumped up, shouting: "Quack! My uncle thinks this method is very good! Anyway, you can put more cooling oil on your body, and the smell of honey and cooling oil is exuded on your body at the same time, which makes mosquitoes fly around in a daze. , just thinking about it makes me sour!"

"You put it lightly, what if the temptation of honey to mosquitoes exceeds the lethality of cooling oil to mosquitoes?" Zhang Zian retorted, "How about I pour honey on you, and you lure the army of mosquitoes away?" , I will make some nuts barbecue to worship you every year and festival in the future..."

The two of them talked to each other and recommended each other to be cannon fodder in different ways. The advantage is that the long journey does not feel boring.

After driving west for a long time, we finally arrived at Siwa Oasis again in the afternoon.

When I came to Siwa Oasis yesterday, I just passed by in a hurry and didn't have time to stop for sightseeing, but today they have plenty of time. If there is no accident, they will find a hotel to stay here tonight. They will meet with Professor Wei Kang tomorrow and set off together Go to the Bedouin tribe, join Salim, Nabari, Li Pete, and the masters of the Universal Information Society, and form a team into the depths of the desert.

There are not many opportunities left for them to enjoy the conveniences of the civilized world.

As the sun gradually set, Zhang Zian decided to find a hotel to stay first, and then think about eating, drinking and having fun.

The quality of the hotel here is definitely not satisfactory to Fina, but there is no other way, anyway, it is just a one-night stay, and after entering the desert, there is no way to live in a hotel of this level.

"I have a little donkey, and I never ride it! One day I had a whim, and I rode it to the market! With a small leather whip in my hand, I shouted~"

There are many donkey carts coming and going in the town, and the center of the town is a market where people come and go. Under the simple canvas awning, there are many vendors selling various small commodities.

Richard landed on Zhang Zian's shoulder and hummed a nursery rhyme in response to the occasion, but it always felt unspeakably awkward to Zhang Zian's ears...

The anti-swelling and anti-itching effect of the cold oil is still very obvious. Richard has changed from a blue-eyed cockatoo to an African gray parrot again. In fact, his Antarctic fairy-like appearance is quite naive.

Zhang Zian chose a hotel located in the market. It has three floors and it doesn't look too old.

Before entering the town, in order to avoid the trouble of staying in the hotel, he had made all the elves invisible.

He stopped the car and asked the receptionist for the most spacious room on the third floor. Anyway, it was the off-season for tourism, and most of the rooms were empty.

After checking in, he moved his luggage into the guest room on the third floor. The elves had already come up first, and opened the window to look at a group of strange mud brick buildings—to be precise, it should be a pile of ruins, like The abandoned wind-eroded ancient cities in the Northwest Gobi of China, but this building does not seem to be made by wind erosion, because wind erosion has relatively distinctive features, and the wind blows in a horizontal direction, which will engrave horizontal erosion marks on the surface of the building.

"Strange, how did these houses become dilapidated like this?" Old Cha asked with his beard in surprise.

Zhang Zian had done his homework before coming here, put down his luggage and explained: "That area is called Shali, which was left over from the 13th century. It was the original residential area here. Because the average annual rainfall in Egypt is zero, it is difficult to build these mud bricks. The rain was not considered when building the house. As a result, there was a heavy rain that lasted for three days in 1926... Later, people did not raze Shali, but kept the ruins as a historical witness, and began to build a new one on the periphery. houses."

"Oh."

Old Cha understood that it was the rain that had washed away these houses, and some people probably died.

In a place where it doesn't rain at all, is it necessary to consider the rain when building for the heavy rain that occurs once in hundreds or even thousands of years?

It's really hard to say.

To this day, ordinary houses are still built with mud bricks, just as a bet that the next heavy rain will not come too soon.

As the sun goes down, the ancient city of Shali is built on the hillside, and it is the first place in the small town of Siwa to greet the morning sun and bid farewell to the sunset.

The sun shrouded the ruins in a mysterious orange-red color, and the shadows formed by the ruined walls looked extraordinarily dim, like a tombstone for people to remember the old appearance.

Speaking of it, the purpose of the ancient city of Shali was actually to defend against the nomadic people in the desert—the Bedouins. Maybe the Bedouins a few centuries ago were not as easy-going as they are now.

Zhang Zian first reported his safety to Professor Wei Kang with his mobile phone, saying that he had arrived in Siwa safely, and Wei Kang also said that their procurement of supplies went well, and they should be able to meet tomorrow as scheduled.

"Before it's completely dark, let's go out for a stroll and have dinner by the way."

The elves, of course, had no problem.

Siwa, a small town left on the edge of the border, has no famous food. It is nothing more than a variety of barbecues and vegetables are also very monotonous. Just fill your stomach randomly.

Although this is only a small town, it is surprising that there are more than 2,000 springs dotted around, most of which are undeveloped and in a natural state.

In the morning, Zhang Zian advised Shihua to end the live broadcast as soon as possible, with the intention of bringing her here and finding an unoccupied spring for her to live broadcast.

There must be no suitable springs in the town. He drove south out of the town, passing through the dense date palm forest, and a large circular pool made of bricks and stones appeared in front of him.

A few local half-grown children laughed and played in the big pool to cool off, and there were a few people who looked like tourists taking pictures next to them.

He glanced at Fina and said, "The giant rock by the seaside of Mahru Port was known as Cleopatra VII, and this place is known as Cleopatra VII's bath, and it is also the most famous spring in Siwa."

Fina was indifferent, "She wouldn't take a bath in this kind of place."

Zhang Zian shrugged, "I think so too."

It's nothing more than using the allusions of historical celebrities as a gimmick to attract tourists.