I Run a Gas Station in the Northwest

Cheng Zijun and the three of them were originally planning to drive on the road, but Chen Mu suddenly came to do so. Since they were unexpected, it made them feel interesting.

Riding a camel into the desert and driving into the desert are completely different experiences.

In contrast, they are of course more willing to ride a camel and experience something special.

So they quickly removed some things from the car and took them with them, and then happily sat on the back of the camel.

Chen Mu had been observing his words and expressions, seeing the appearance and expression of Cheng Zijun and the three of them, and immediately knew that his guess was correct. The guests really liked this novel and exciting project.

He himself is the original person from it, and he can more or less grasp the psychology of these people from the big city: the best is the one that has not been played.

Riding a camel was one of the plans he thought of last night.

In the morning, the Uyghur elderly were asked to go back and tell Aunt Guli to prepare food and accommodation, and at the same time, they also specifically asked the Uyghur elderly to find the camel-raising people in the village and bring the camels over so that tourists could experience the feeling of "traveling" on a camel.

Four camels, carrying three tourists and tour guide Chen, began to go on the road.

The remaining Uighur elderly and the middle-aged Uighur drove camels one after the other, heading for the village deep in the desert.

"Look at that side, it looks like a Gobi Desert, but it's actually the remains of an ancient village..."

"Look at this side again. The terrain is low-lying. It used to be a beautiful lake..."

"Everyone can look up and see the row of small black spots right in front of you. That is the real Gobi Desert..."

Chen Mu has been eloquent, working as a tour guide with all his heart and dedication.

Although he had to rack his brains and make sentences during the whole process, in fact, he still enjoyed the job, and it was also fresh to him.

The three tourists were stunned by the tour guide Chen to the left and the right, and they seemed very satisfied, and their joy was beyond words.

It was the middle-aged Uighur who led the camel in front, listening to Chen Mu's words along the way, a little stunned.

When it was time to rest, while feeding the camels, drinking water and eating salt, while secretly pulling the Uighur old man, he whispered in Uyghur: "Uncle Aizmati, what does this young man want to do? Really? Is it okay?"

"What's wrong, Gensol?"

The Uighur old man kept walking behind and did not hear much what Chen Mu said.

The middle-aged Uyghur man named Jiansor frowned with a worried expression on his face. He probably said the tour guide that Chen Mu had just said, and said: "Uncle Aizimat, what ancient village he just said? The ruins are clearly the original site of the former village of Chekcek, which was abandoned after no water. That beautiful lake, which used to be a small puddle, became like that when it withered. Well, there is the real Gobi desert. It's just the Gobi Desert... These are nothing special. Wouldn't it be so good if he said that?

After listening to Jiansuoer's words, the Uighur old man was silent for a while, and said, "I can trust Xiaomu. He must have his reasons for doing this."

After a slight pause, the Uighur old man said again: "Jiansuoer, you have to believe in Xiaomu, he is a person valued by Mullah Alimu."

"Huh? Really?"

Gensol was taken aback.

The Uighur old man said with a straight face: "Of course it is true, but I heard the old man say it by Mullah Ali Mu himself."

Of course Jiansuo believed what the Uighur old man said, and couldn't help but glance at Chen Mu who was still talking to Cheng Zijun and the three of them. The expression in his eyes completely changed, and he unconsciously lost a trace of doubt, and thus increased. A respect.

Under the slow progress of the desert boat, about an hour later, I finally saw the outline of Yakash Village from a distance.

Although the journey was surprisingly slow after walking for an hour, Cheng Zijun and the three of them were not impatient at all. Instead, they were all excited from beginning to end, looking fresh at everything. Even picking up a broken stone on the ground would be forgiving. Have some interesting research.

Li Yihan is a person who likes to take pictures. There is an old-fashioned camera hanging in front of Xiong Weilin's chest. It looks like the kind of film that uses film. He has been taking pictures constantly. Several middle-aged Uighurs of Camel were secretly photographed.

Seeing Li Yihan aiming the camera at himself, the tour guide Chen quickly blocked it with his hand: "Beauty, I didn't take you like this for a sneak shot. If my handsome face spreads, I am afraid it will cause social panic. Please be cautious."

Li Yihan listened to Chen Mu's funny words and couldn't help but laughed out with a "pouch": "Hurry up and let go, this photo of you is privately collected by my lady, and I will never leak it."

"That's even worse."

Chen Mu spoke serious nonsense: "I am a handsome guy with a calm heart, and refuse to enter any girl's collection album."

"Bah, if you say that, I want to take photos. If you want to take pictures better or ugly, you can figure it out."

After speaking, Li Yihan pressed the shutter several times.

Chen Mu was no longer reserved, and quickly put down his hands and put on two vulgar shapes such as scissors hands, and came into the camera charmingly: "It's nothing, but if you insist on this, then I have to do harm to the country and the people."

Li Yihan laughed again, the laughter was crisp and sweet.

A group of people entered Yakash Village, and everyone in the village came out from every corner of the village one by one, looking at them curiously, especially the four guys riding on camels.

For them who live in the desert all the year round, camels are generally used for camel goods. They are reluctant to use them for camel people. Now watching the three tourists and tour guide Chen ride on the backs of high camels, it is a pleasure Along the way, the villagers couldn’t help feeling like a prodigal.

The three tourists and tour guide Chen did not have the consciousness of "I am a prodigal son". They watched the gaze of the villagers, or nodded and smiled, or waved, frequently expressing friendship.

Tour guide Chen even said without embarrassment at this time: "Uighurs are the most hospitable people. Look at them and know that we are here as guests, so you will all put down your work and come out to greet us. Can you feel their enthusiasm? ?"

Cheng Zijun immediately nodded and sighed: "The people here are so simple!"

Li Yiqian commented from the perspective of a high-ranking person: "Compared with big cities, although everything here is still very backward, but because of this backwardness, people living here are not polluted by the world. It is not easy!"

As an amateur photographer, Li Yihan certainly does not rely on her mouth to express her emotions. The shutter in her hand is her comment button, and the "click" voice represents her attitude.

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