I Run a Gas Station in the Northwest

"It's Hu Da's messenger, the elf of the desert, not an ordinary wild camel... I drove it last night, it's blasphemous..."

After the Uyghur old man got up from the ground, he said repeatedly, looking at the wild camel's eyes full of intoxication, as if he was looking at some peerless treasure.

Gradually, Chen Mu finally understood a little bit from the old man's incoherent words.

It turns out that the white dromedary camels are very sacred animals to those who believe in Hu Da in the desert. According to legend, they are Hu Da’s messengers, which means they are god’s messengers.

Every time a white dromedary camel appeared, it came with Hu Da's will, and only those who were blessed by Hu Da could get its favor.

Chen Mu didn't know much about what the old man believed in. He knew at most some customs and taboos, but he could feel the excitement of the Uighur old man at this moment, just like seeing a miracle.

So you are so awesome?

Chen Mu looked at the wild camel curiously.

This guy still looked like he couldn't wake up, and his mouth moved from time to time, revealing the teeth inside. There was nothing special about that nasty look.

Is there something misunderstood in this?

Chen Mu didn't quite understand, so he could only continue to wash away all the foam on the goods with water and clean up his things. Then he poured the milk into a big bowl: "Drink!"

Wild Camel grinned at Chen Mu, then bowed his head to drink milk.

After so many contacts, Chen Mu can feel a bit of the temperament of this product. When it smiles at people, it expresses happiness and hesitates.

Chen Mu turned his head and glanced at the Uighur old man while the wild camel was drinking milk.

I saw that the old man was looking carefully toward this side, the look of wanting to approach but not daring to approach, it was really sour.

"Come here, Uncle Aizmat, it's not afraid of people."

"But... can you?"

The old Uighur swallowed.

Chen Mu beckoned: "Come on, he is the most obedient when he drinks milk."

Upon hearing this, the Uighur old man finally took a breath and walked over slowly.

His steps are lighter than ever before, as if walking on tiptoes.

When the Uighur old man approached, the wild camel seemed to sense something and suddenly raised his head and glanced at the Uighur old man.

The Uighur old man was taken aback, and he quickly stepped back a few steps, moving away, for fear of disturbing the envoy.

Chen Mu frowned when he saw this, and couldn't help patting the big head of the goods with his hand, complaining: "What are you doing? Drink yours obediently..."

"Take it lightly, lightly, oh, Xiaomu, lightly, don't mess around."

Before Chen Mu had finished speaking, the Uyghur old man could not help but whispered, expressing his strong dissatisfaction with Chen Mu's slap on the head.

Chen Mu awkwardly retracted his hand and said to the Uyghur elderly: "Uncle Aizimaiti, don't be afraid, come and touch it. It really doesn't recognize birth."

"Forget it!"

The Uighur old man shook his head resolutely this time. After thinking about it, he said to Chen Mu earnestly: "Xiao Mu, I want to take a leave and go back."

"what?"

This was a bit sudden, and Chen Mu curiously said, "Uncle Aizimaiti, it's okay to ask for leave. Is there anything urgent for you? Do you need my help?"

The old Uyghur man said: "I'm going back to invite someone to come and take a look...Look at it, can you let it... let it not leave?"

Chen Mu turned his head and glanced at the wild camel. He really wasn't sure if he could keep this product. This product usually ran away after drinking the milk. He had no conscience.

But after a moment of hesitation, he quickly replied, "Uncle Aizmat, he comes to drink milk every day, please go and invite someone, if he leaves, wait until tomorrow."

"Good!"

The Uighur old man turned around and ran to lead the donkey behind him, and then left the gas station violently.

When the old man walked away, Chen Mu turned his head and slapped the wild camel on the head again, and asked, "Hey, are you really Hu Da's messenger? Since you are such a cow... well, you Can you speak?"

The wild camel ignored him and continued to drink milk.

Chen Mu said to himself: "But that's the case. The small square seal you sent to your brother is a little bit magical. Isn't it your big-eyed thing?"

The wild camel still did not look up.

Chen Mu turned his head and looked around, lowered his voice and said, "Why don't you have a discussion with you? Go back and see if there are any more things like Xiao Fangyin. They are all delivered together. How about you adding milk?"

Wild camels and birds do not bird him.

After a while, the milk in the big bowl bottomed out.

The wild camel raised his head and smiled at Chen Mu, turned around and ran away again.

Chen Mu looked helplessly at its back and shouted: "Hey, you remember to come tomorrow. Uncle Aizmati will go back to find someone. Don't miss you tomorrow and cause others to run for nothing."

The guy didn't know if he heard it, anyway, he ran away quickly and finally disappeared in the desert.

Chen Mu shook his head helplessly and turned back to the business room.

Just after watching TV for a while, suddenly there was the sound of a car coming into the station. He rushed out the window to see that it turned out that it was the truck that the forestry company sent the saplings.

The goods arrived, signed for the receipt, and after the work, the forestry company's people unloaded the saplings, and left without a sip of water.

Chen Mu looked at the saplings, most of which were small saplings less than one meter in length. It seemed that it was not a lot of work.

Anyway, there is no one at the gas station. Chen Mu went back to the house and changed his clothes for work. Then, carrying a few saplings and shovel, he started his tree planting plan.

Passing through the green belt, there is a piece of sand behind.

The sand here is very soft, and a shovel is a pit, and it is not difficult to dig it.

Dig the pit big and deep, put the saplings in, fill the pit, and pat the soil firmly, and it's done.

You can put it aside for watering, and pour a few trees together.

"Fogweed, planting trees... it's really tiring!"

It didn't take long for Chen Mu to plant about twenty Populus trees, and Chen Mu felt tired, and his mouth and throat were too dry.

In this desert, the highest temperature during the day reaches 40 degrees, which can directly dry people, but at night, it will drop below zero, which can freeze people.

It was noon now. Although Chen Mu was wearing a hat, he still didn't feel exposed to the sun, so he just wrapped the scarf and covered half of his face, looking like the chiefs of Saudi Arabia.

After planting a Haloxylon tree at hand, Chen Mu couldn't help it anymore. He threw down his shovel, turned around and went back to the business room to get a bottle of ice-cola.

"Uh... cool!"

He burped full, and the feeling of coldness enveloped the whole body, the whole person seemed to be sublimated, and he could no longer feel the heat waves around him.

Alas, it is not easy for working people!