e cloth bag slung across his shoulder, slightly hunched over. He gave off a lifeless and gloomy aura."Yunfeng, this is Mr. Zhao from Xiangxi.">He introduced himself.My heart skipped a beat. I knew thi...I had lunch at a grocery store in the afternoon. Lao Gan's youngest daughter, who wears glasses, is named Gan Xuan and works for the Yinchuan magazine in the local area. She just graduated and hasn't been made permanent yet. Gan Xuan is determined to prove her abilities, so she was able to overcome difficulties and interview the leader of the Hutuer people. Thanks to this achievement, she will likely be able to transfer into a government position as an editor next year.

"How come the Youth Geography team just barged into Yinchuan without saying hello Where's your interview car" Gan Xuan stopped her chopsticks and asked me.

I was prepared for this question, so I lied and said: "Our journal is currently short-staffed, and the editorial board wants to publish a serialized series focused on ancient Western Xia."

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She frowned, "This involves the history department. You can ask the Xi Xia history researchers at the Ningxia Museum. Those people are all professionals. What would you want a journalism graduate like me for"

I nodded and said, "You're right, Gan, of course we have to find one. However, the main audience for this series is teenagers, and we value both the fun and the legendary aspects of the story. I heard that you, Gan, once went deep into the desert to interview the leader of the Huite people. As a fellow professional, I wonder if you could offer some guidance Of course, your name will be credited in the journal."

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As soon as she heard "byline," you could tell from her expression that this reporter, Gan, was intrigued. The size and reputation of National Geographic were still attractive to her, let alone the prestige of having a byline in the journal.

She didn't ask to see my ID and got up, smiling and nodding. "I do have some information collected," she said. "How about we set a time this afternoon Little Cook Cafe works for me"

I nodded and agreed, delighted.

Xiao Zhu Coffee House was quite famous at the time. Locals were not used to drinking coffee, and those who came here to consume were some well-to-do young people. Starbucks only opened its seventh store that year and hadn't covered small places like Yinchuan.

"Sugar, milk, or creamer," Gan reporter asked me and Douzi as we arrived at the coffee shop.

I've never had coffee either. Trying to sound cool, I said: "No thanks, I usually drink it black."

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Even the little sprouts are learning from me, "Me too, a cup of black coffee."

The reporter nodded and signaled the waiter to take their order.

That coffee I drank back then was really bitter, like some imported Italian espresso. It was so bitter it went beyond all bounds, even worse than drinking herbs. What made it even worse was that I hadn't added any sugar.

The sprout baby took a sip and then put the cup down, refusing to touch it again. Seeing the sprout baby's face turn sour, the kind reporter asked, "What's wrong"

Douyaqiang held back and said, "The coffee is good, it tastes authentic."

Let's get down to business. The reporter, Gan, took out an envelope from her bag and opened it. Inside were photos.

The person in the photo is wearing strange clothing, a mixture of grass skirts and animal skins. They also have white paint on their face and are very evasive of the camera.

I flipped through two pages, "This is the Hut tribe living in the desert Where was this filmed"

She said, "Yes, the person in the photo is Hutuer. I took these photos last year in the desert. Hutuer people don't have a fixed residence, and every time a sandstorm comes, they move to deeper parts of the desert. At that time, our water supply was running out and we were about to give up. We were lucky to find them."

The little sprouts pretended to stir his coffee and said, "If we wanted to ask you this time, we'd ask you to lead us in finding the Hotte people."

"Ask me"

"The reporter laughed and said, 'Normally it's okay, but not now. I just took on the assignment to cover the Helan Mountain aquaculture base. I don't have time to go desert exploring with you guys for a while. To be honest, even if you asked me, I wouldn't be able to make it. I can recommend some people to you instead; maybe you could check them out.'

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After finishing, she asked the waiter for paper and pen. She wrote down an address: "Yixi Tuo Team, Shangguanmin."

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"You should look for this man surnamed Shang. His caravan has a seasoned guide," Gan said with a chuckle, "If I had finished my work at the newspaper before you left, perhaps I could have joined you."

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