I Run a Gas Station in the Northwest

After taking a short rest and eating something, the fake Arab chief resumed his work.

I originally thought that I could plant all the saplings I bought back in one day, but in reality he gave him a left uppercut, allowing him to finally see his strength: even if he was given two more days, he might not be able to. Finish planting the saplings.

In this case, there is no need to rush to work.

Therefore, he fell down very quickly, moved tree by tree to the open space, and then slowly planted it. It took an hour to plant five trees.

I was thinking about whether to take a break, but I turned my head and saw that the wild camel did not know when it would come again. At this time, he was standing in front of a Haloxylon tree, biting a leaf and swallowing it in his mouth.

"Fogweed..."

The fake Arab chief suddenly became furious. He pushed the naive head to the side and cursed with a hatred of iron and steel: "You die, you are the seedlings that have just been planted, and you can eat them. Are you spoiling things?"

The wild camel was pushed his head tilted, and seemed to be a little frightened by the chief, so he quickly took two steps back.

Then, it just stood there and looked at the chief, his mouth babbled, a little aggrieved.

What are you wronged? Are you wronged? Did you not clearly recognize your mistakes?

When the chief saw that he was angry and didn’t fight, the bear child really did not scold him: “This is a sapling, which will grow up in the future. There will be a lot of leaves for you to eat when you grow up. You will eat it now, and in the future How long? Do you know what is meant by planning for the future?"

The wild camel didn't dare to move, as if he was held down by the chief's truth.

After the chief lost his temper, he distressedly straightened the sapling of Haloxylon ammodendron that had been pulled a little by the wild camel, and poured a little more water, hoping that it would not die because of his injuries.

Turning his head, the chief glared bitterly at the silly batch, and forgot to take a break, and continued to move a Yangchai sapling, and dug a big hole.

The wild camel watched quietly for a while, and finally couldn't help being curious, and slowly walked forward, put his head next to the chief who was working, and looked at the pit.

"Go, go, what's so good, let me stay honestly."

The chief was very upset with the big head, and couldn't help but push it again, pushing the shabby critic aside, and continued to work hard.

After being pushed away, the wild camel looked around, and simply lay down beside him, quietly watching the chief work.

...

Chen Mu planted the trees very attentively, and didn't notice that there were several people at the gas station staring at them, a camel.

"He... how dare he treat Hu Da's messenger like this?"

One of the old white-bearded men, his voice trembling, seemed to be frightened.

Aizmati wiped the sweat from his forehead with some embarrassment, and explained: "Xiaomu is not Mu Silin, so he doesn't know the meaning of white camel."

After a slight meal, the old man hurriedly explained in detail about Chen Mu feeding the white camel, and then he concluded: "White camel likes to be with Xiao Mu."

"That said, he might be a person blessed by Hu Da."

The old man with white beard dazzled a little, and his eyes looked at Chen Mu involuntarily a little more kind.

He is an imam who started school. Uighur Mu Silin called him a big mullah, and he was the most respected person in this area.

Behind him were several Sanban imams, who were also figures like the townsmen nearby.

They all heard Aizmati talk about the White Camel, so they hurried over and saw Chen Mu interacting with the Wild Camel.

"Mullah, shall we come closer and take a look?"

Seeing the imams squinting their eyes to see more clearly, Aizmati quickly proposed.

"Okay, okay, let's go and take a look."

This proposal was supported by the big mullah, so they walked forward together.

"Xiao Mu."

After approaching, Aizimaiti waved his hand to Chen Mu, but kept his eyes on the white camel.

Chen Mu stopped his hands and feet and also responded to the Uighur old man.

At the same time, he saw the people brought back by the Uyghur old man. Although he didn't know the identity of the other party, he didn't dare to neglect them only by their age. He smiled and nodded, regarded as greetings.

The imams had a good impression of Chen Mu, but they were all focused on the Wild Camel at this time. After smiling kindly at Chen Mu, they worked hard to move closer to the Wild Camel.

Chen Mu knew that these old men were all coming for the wild camels, so he smiled, walked out of the pit, walked aside, and prepared to let the position open so that they could get close to the wild camels.

But who knew that the imams had just walked over. The wild camel that had been lying on the ground motionlessly reacted immediately. He didn't know where the agility attribute was added, and suddenly jumped from the ground, and then trot to it. Behind Chen Mu, he leaned his head to Chen Mu's side and moved his mouth chuckles, which was very alert.

"..."

Now it's cold.

Facing this scene, the imams all showed the color of error.

It seems that White Camels don’t like them being close...

I have been preaching for a lifetime, but I didn't expect it to get the favor of White Camel. This story is really sad enough.

Chen Mu was also very embarrassed, and quickly patted the wild camel's head to round the field: "What are you doing, people want to see you, what are you running..."

"Ouch……"

"Don't don't..."

"what are you doing?"

"Xiao Mu, don't mess around!"

...

When the imams saw Chen Mu's movements, their eyes widened, and they immediately stopped drinking.

Chen Mu didn’t expect that everyone’s reaction was so big, and he was a little frightened. He took his hand off the wild camel’s head and explained, “It’s okay, it’s okay. ,Hey."

The imams glanced at each other, whispered a few words, and quickly retreated to the gas station together.

Then, the old Uighur greeted Chen Mu from a distance: "Xiao Mu, come here for a while."

Chen Mu touched the head of the silly critic, exhorted, "Don't eat my saplings indiscriminately", and then walked quickly towards the old men.

"This is Mullah Ali Mu..."

When Chen Mu approached, the Uighur old man introduced him.

Chen Mu knew that Uyghurs used to call imams mullahs, but not all imams can be called big mullahs. Only those imams who have a deep knowledge of ancient scriptures are eligible.

In other words, the old white-bearded man in front of him is a very good boss.

In the face of the big brother, Chen Mu immediately activated the respect aura and showed humility and kindness.

"I heard from Aizmati, Hu Da's messenger was the first you discovered. Although it is not Mu Silin, I still want to thank you for everything you have done for us..."

"Hu Da's messenger treats you differently from others. I hope you can treat it well..."

"If you can, please listen to the messenger's will, and then pass our request to the messenger..."

The old man with white beard talked a lot, as if he was preaching.

Chen Mu has been listening patiently, but he couldn't help it anymore. He asked, "It can't speak, what will it say? What request do you want to convey to it? I can talk to it directly. Say, but I don’t know if it’s useful."

The old man white beard nodded Chen Mu's forehead and Chen Mu's heart with his hand, and said inexplicably, "Hu Da is everywhere, feel it with your heart."

When Chen Mu seemed to understand, the old man with white beard reluctantly glanced at the wild camel in the distance, and finally turned and left.

A group of old men also left, and they all had their own donkeys, and they walked particularly smartly.

Chen Mu still didn't understand, turned his head and glanced at the Uighur old man, half-jokingly said, "Uncle Aizmat, do you have any requests to convey?"

The Uighur old man thought about it for a while, and said with emotion: "If Hu Da bless, let our village's wells flow out sweet water again, that would be great."