It turned out that Fei Na's good idea was to let Zhang Zian carry a few bottles of honey with him. Once he encountered the mosquito army again, he would decisively smash the bottles and pour the honey on himself, sacrificing himself to save Fei Na …
It sounded like an idiot who was loyal to his master.
The so-called ancient mosquito repellent technique was nothing more than driving the mosquitoes away from one's body to someone else's side, so that the other person would take the bite in their place.
Zhang Zian felt that this method was really deceptive. It was completely a business of harming others to benefit oneself. He had just been pitying the ancient Egyptian slaves, and in the blink of an eye, he had become a modern slave who sacrificed himself to feed mosquitoes.
However, being pointed at by Fina's claws, he did not dare to resist on the surface. He secretly thought about how to get away with this matter, or hope that it would forget about this matter in a while.
Unexpectedly, Richard flipped over and jumped up, shouting, "Ga ga! I think this is a great idea! Anyway, you can apply more cooling ointment on yourself. Your body will emit the scent of honey and cooling ointment at the same time. The mosquitoes will be at a loss when they fly around. Just thinking about it makes me feel good! "
"That's easy for you to say. What if the temptation of honey to mosquitoes exceeds the lethality of the cooling oil to mosquitoes?" Zhang Zian retorted. "How about I pour honey on you? You can lure the army of mosquitoes away. In the future, I'll make some nuts and barbecue to worship you during the holidays …"
The two of them talked back and forth, recommending each other as cannon fodder. The advantage was that the long journey was not boring.
After driving west for a long time, they finally arrived at the Siwa Oasis in the afternoon.
Yesterday, when they had come to the Siwa Oasis, they had only passed by in a hurry and had not had the time to stop for sightseeing. But today, they had all the time in the world. If there were no accidents, they would find a hotel to stay in tonight. Tomorrow, they would meet up with Professor Wei Kang and set off to the Bedouin tribe together to meet up with Salem, Nabari, Peter, and the Cosmological Information Society. They would team up and enter the depths of the desert.
There were 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 in first before thinking about eating, drinking, and having fun.
The quality of the hotel here would definitely not satisfy Fei Na, but there was no other way. Anyway, it was only for one night. Besides, after entering the desert, it would be impossible to stay in a hotel of this quality even if he wanted to.
"I have a little donkey, but I never ride it! One day, I had a sudden urge to ride it to the market! Holding a small leather whip in my hand, I yell at you ~ "
There were a lot of donkey carts coming and going in the town, and the center of the town was a crowded market. Under the simple canvas awning, there were many vendors selling all kinds of small goods. Richard landed on Zhang Zian's shoulder and hummed a nursery rhyme, but in Zhang Zian's ears, there was an indescribable awkwardness …
The cooling ointment was very effective in reducing swelling and relieving itching. Richard changed back from a blue-eyed cockatoo to an African grey parrot. In fact, his South Pole appearance was quite adorable.
Zhang Zian chose a hotel located in the market. It had three floors and didn't look too old.
Before entering the town, in order to avoid trouble when staying at the hotel, he had made all the elves invisible.
He parked the car and asked the receptionist for the most spacious room on the third floor. Anyway, it was the off-season for tourism, so most of the rooms were empty.
After checking in, he moved his luggage into the room on the third floor. The elves had already come up. They pushed open the window and looked at a group of very strange mud-brick buildings — to be precise, it should be a pile of ruins, just like the abandoned wind-eroded ancient cities in the Gobi Desert in northwest China. But this building didn't look like it was formed by wind erosion, because wind erosion had a more distinct characteristic. The wind blew in a horizontal direction, so it would engrave horizontal erosion marks on the surface of the building.
"Strange, how did these houses become so dilapidated?" Old Time Tea asked in surprise.
Zhang Zian had already done his homework before coming, so he put down his luggage and explained, "That area is called Shali. It was left over from the 13th century, and it was the original residential area here. Because the average annual rainfall in Egypt is zero, when building these mud-brick houses, they didn't consider the possibility of rain. As a result, in 1926, there was a heavy rain that lasted for three days … Later, people didn't raze Shali. They kept the ruins as a historical witness and began to build new houses on the periphery. "
"Oh."
Old Time Tea understood. It turned out that the rain had washed away these houses, and some people had probably died.
In a place where it didn't normally rain, was it necessary to consider the possibility of rain when building for a heavy rain that only happened once in a hundred or even a thousand years?
It was really hard to say.
Even today, ordinary houses were still built with mud-brick, betting that the next heavy rain wouldn't come too soon.
The sun was setting. The ancient city of Shali was built against the mountains. It was the first place in Siwa to welcome and bid farewell to the sun.
The sun shrouded the ruins in a mysterious orange-red color, and the shadows formed by the broken walls were especially dark. It was like a tombstone, for people to remember the old days.
Speaking of which, the purpose of building the ancient city of Shali was actually to defend against the nomads of the desert — the Bedouin. Maybe a few centuries ago, the Bedouin were not as easy-going as they were now.
Zhang Zian first used his phone to tell Professor Weikang that he was safe, saying that he had safely arrived in Siwa. Weikang also said that their purchase of supplies was successful, and they should be able to meet up as scheduled the next day.
"Since it's not completely dark yet, let's go out for a walk and eat dinner."
Of course, the elfins didn't have any objections.
Siwa was a small town that had been abandoned at the border of the country, and there were no famous delicacies. It was just a variety of barbecued meat, and the vegetables were very simple.
Although it was a very small town, what was surprising was that there were more than 2,000 springs scattered all over the place. Most of them were undeveloped and in a natural state.
In the morning, Zhang Zian had advised Sihwa to end her live broadcast as soon as possible. He had planned to bring her here and find an uninhabited spring for her to broadcast live.
There was definitely no suitable spring in the town. He drove south out of the town, through the dense date palm forest, and in front of him was a big round pool made of bricks.
A few local children were laughing and playing in the big pool, and a few people who looked like tourists were taking pictures.
He glanced at Fina and said, "Previously, the giant rock by the sea of Mersa Matruh was known as Cleopatra the Seventh's bathroom. This place is known as Cleopatra the Seventh's bath, and it's also the most famous spring in Siwa."
Fina was indifferent. "She wouldn't bathe in a place like this."
Zhang Zian shrugged. "I think so too."
It was nothing more than using the stories of famous historical figures to attract tourists.
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