I Run a Gas Station in the Northwest

After drinking the milk, the guy trot away again.

Chen Mu originally wanted to keep a guest, but then he thought that they are wild species, and it might be more comfortable to stay free in the desert, so he stopped there.

"I will often come to play with brother in the future!"

Chen Mu waved to the distant figure of the guy, turned and returned to the business room, washed the small stone with water, and then leaned into the light to check.

The thing is a small square seal that is roughly square. The so-called edges and corners are its very consistent corners and corners. This is definitely not formed naturally.

If you look closely, the texture should be jade. I don’t know what jade is. Anyway, it looks like a lot of impurities and it doesn’t feel moist at all.

Fang Yin was so patchy and uneven, it was so ordinary that no one would pick it up on the street.

The only thing a little special is the words engraved under Fang Yin.

"Being...received to heaven, both... longevity... Yong... Yongchang?"

After Chen Mu read those words clearly, he was a little bit dumbfounded.

Although his historical knowledge is not very rich, he also knows the origin of these words.

Legend has it that when Qin ruled the world, Prime Minister Li Si was instructed to engrave the Jade Seal of the State with He's Bi. The eight characters engraved on it are: be entrusted to the heavens and live long.

This inconspicuous small square is printed with such eight characters, and it is still in simplified Chinese. Its value can be imagined. Maybe the things that are usually sold on the stalls are more exquisite than it.

Chen Mu checked the little Fang Yin, played it twice, then stuffed it to the cash register, turned around and went back to the room to sleep.

Although this thing is not valuable, it is a piece of jade after all, and it was brought to him by a wild camel. Chen Mu plans to keep it forever as a souvenir.

After this sleep, Chen Mu got up until ten o'clock.

At the gas station, the Uighur old man is already busy. Although there are not many guests here, he can always find a job to be busy, and he can't be free for a moment.

Chen Mu had heard from his parents a long time ago that Aizmat, an elderly Uighur, used to be a militia in a nearby Uighur village. When he was young, he participated in a protection patrol organized by the Wildlife Conservation Association, but once encountered poachers. In the fierce battle, he suffered a very serious gunshot wound and eventually limped on a leg.

When gas stations first opened, they needed manpower to help. The local government recommended Uyghur elderly people. Since then, Uyghur elderly people have been working in gas stations, diligent and conscientious, getting along with Chen Mu’s parents. Like a family.

"Xiao Mu, your Aunt Gu Li asked me to bring you the naan made by her hands, and a small jar of jam, all in the kitchen."

Chen Mu likes to eat the naan made by Aunt Gulistan, which is crispy, delicious and chewy.

The most important thing is the jam used for dipping the naan, which is made by themselves. It is not too sweet or too sour. The roasted naan is just right, so you won't be greasy when you eat it.

The Uighur old man kept the naan on the stove. Chen Mu was still hot when he ate it. He started to tear the roasted naan, dipped it in thick jam, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Um... it's delicious, Uncle Aizimati, you go back and give me thank you Aunt Gu Li."

The jam made of various melons and fruits, with the fragrance of melons and fruits, is eaten with roasted naan, not to mention more delicious.

After a while, Chen Mu ate the five naan, and the remaining five, including the small jar of jam, hurriedly put away, ready to take it out at night when hungry.

As soon as I packed my things, guests came outside.

A dusty Cherokee drove into the gas station and stopped firmly in front of the oil pump.

There were two people in the car. After getting off the car, one person started to refuel, and the other person walked directly into the business room and asked loudly, "What can I eat hot?"

Chen Mu raised his head and glanced at him. He was a tall middle-aged man with a beard and a gangster look. When Chen Mu looked at him, he half-squinted to look at Chen Mu.

Dad used to say that when you open the door to do business, you can meet all gods, no matter who he is, as long as he is legally earning conscience money, Chen Mu doesn’t mind who the other party is, so he points to the display Fast food shelf: "You can pick instant noodles, fried noodles, etc., as well as canned soup and bread. We provide hot water and microwave ovens."

"Only these?"

The man frowned.

Do you want love, Chen Mu shrugged: "We only have these."

Within a radius of two hundred miles, only their petrol station is a unique business, so the customers are grandchildren, and the shopkeeper is the uncle.

The man walked over and picked out a few bowls of instant noodles, two cans of canned fish soup, and a piece of bread, and then turned around and went to the kettle and microwave oven to make them.

After a short while, the man outside came in after filling up his fuel.

The two made up those fast foods and ate them on the side table.

Chen Mu glanced at the two of them, and quickly turned aside his gaze, and continued to focus on the purchase list in front of him. When preparing to purchase this time, he should purchase more milk.

After a while, the two of them finished eating and stood up from the table, looking like they were leaving.

Chen Mu took the initiative to pack up his things and said, "You spent a total of 678, pay cash or swipe your card?"

Doing business in the desert does not have as many rules as in big cities. It’s okay for customers to give money first or give money later. What we pay attention to is honesty and convenience.

Chen Mu was a bit uncomfortable at the beginning, but watching the live demonstrations of Uyghur elderly people these days, he soon went to the countryside to do as he did.

"What kind of rubbish is this, and still collect money?"

The most advanced of the two men curled his mouth and said disdainfully: "Your stuff here is out of date? There is a strange smell in your mouth. It's not bad if I don't let you lose money. Do you dare Ask me for money?"

Ok?

It has been almost two months, and Chen Mu is still the first time he has encountered a customer who does not give money.

He frowned: "Our things are within the validity period. If you feel wrong, you can make it clear at the beginning. It's a bit late to say it now, right?"

The other person snorted coldly: "We won't give the money anyway, you can figure it out."

After speaking, he winked at his companions beside him, and swayed to walk outside.

"Wait, if there is a problem with the food, you have to pay for the gas?"

"Don't talk nonsense. Believe it or not, I'm not polite to you?"

"You're welcome? Okay, come on, let me see how you are so kind to me."

Are you kidding me? How could it be possible to leave without paying for gas after eating?

Chen Mu grabbed the arm of the man walking behind and pulled him back directly.

The man was so angry that he turned around and punched him, facing Chen Mu's profile.

Chen Mu is not at all shocked. His hometown, Ping Township, is the hometown of martial arts. People in the village are in their 80s or as young as three years old.

Back then, his dad was in the army, and with a good skill, he repeatedly made meritorious service and became a battalion commander.

Chen Mu also did small martial arts training in his hometown. Although he was not top-notch, he couldn't get close to three or five ordinary people.

Facing the man's boxing, he pushed the block slightly, and then he coped with it. Then, he stepped forward with a straight fist and knocked the man to the ground cleanly.

"What are you looking for?"

The other person was frightened and angry. He touched his hand behind him and pulled out a dagger and waved it towards Chen Mu.

Now that the other party had used the knife, Chen Mu didn't keep his hands.

After he dodged sideways, he hit the man's back with two punches, quickly knocking him down.

Although this part does not hurt people's lives, it can make people unconscious and suffer a while after waking up.

"Special, I want to eat Bawang Meal, and I don't even look at who opened it!"

Chen Mu waved his hand, feeling a little bit painful, and looking down, he found bleeding.

Probably when I started my hand, I accidentally rubbed the metal piece on the opponent's clothes and was slightly scratched, which was not serious.

After a while, Aizmati, who was working outside, heard something coming. Chen Mu explained a few words to him, and Aizmati immediately called the police.

Chen Mu walked back to the cash register and was about to find a hemostatic patch to treat the wound. He accidentally touched the small square seal while looking for something, and did not notice that the blood on his hand was stained with the small square seal , Touch and disappear.