I Run a Gas Station in the Northwest

Yakash Village is a small village with only two hundred people.

The harsh environment in the desert has led to poverty here. Most of the young people in the village have to go out to work. Only a few old, young, women and children stay behind to look after the house. They relied on the money earned by the young people to send back, barely working hard. day.

Therefore, the village appears to be a little dilapidated and old, like an ancient relic, about to be submerged in the dust of the desert.

The center of the village is the location of the big well, where everyone washes, cooks, and drinks water. Its status is extremely important.

The original waterway in the well has been intermittent, and it will not take long for it to be completely disconnected. Fortunately, Chen Mu used his black technology map to connect it so that it can continue to be used. Otherwise, the people in the village will be helpless due to lack of water before long. Moving, this small village will really be submerged in dust.

They walked through the village and saw the well, as well as the surrounding houses and layout.

I have to say that the Uighurs in Yakash Village still retain many of the traditions and customs of their ancestors, and the architectural styles have a unique exotic beauty, which is a feast for the three tourists.

Chen Mu had already been a guest in Yakash Village, and he had already seen everything he needed to see, so he didn't feel much about it. At this time, he only used his brains as much as possible, spreading out what he knew about the village and introducing them one by one.

"The well you saw was said to have been drilled during the Qing Dynasty. It is of great archaeological value. The surrounding rocks at the mouth of the well are also engraved with the words'Kanger Well', but they are in Uighur."

"The materials used for the construction of the houses here are all local yellow clay and mud blocks. They have to be dug in the Gobi Desert a mile away, transported back with camels or donkeys, and then processed."

"Every household in the village will basically plant an auspicious tree, which is a mulberry tree. When the weather is good, sitting under the mulberry tree and looking up at the sky is really indescribable."

"Uighurs have a custom. When a boy reaches a certain age, his elders will push him hard. If he can stand up, it means he can get married..."

Tour guide Chen is dedicated to his responsibility, and a dilapidated small village also allows him to blow out a bit of cultural heritage. This is all the rhetoric he thought up last night. Anyway, the lack of hardware depends on the software. What is the history, feelings, and personal feelings. Anything like ah can be said, as long as it makes sense.

Of course, tour guide Chen also thought about it last night. The most critical issue is not to blow too hard, but to use local materials, otherwise these three people like to run outdoors, rich and knowledgeable. Hearing too embarrassing nonsense is easy to disgust, but that is not beautiful.

Fortunately, the introduction by the tour guide Chen seemed to be uncomfortable. The three tourists listened with gusto along the way and asked some small questions from time to time, forming a very good question-and-answer interactive teaching mode.

After a while, the group had arrived at the home of the Uighur elderly and Aunt Guli.

"My wife, we are back."

The Uyghur old man jumped off the donkey and hurriedly walked home, just to remind his wife and children that the guests are coming, and as the host, he should come out to greet him.

The tour guide Chen understood what the Uighur old man meant, and did not rush in. After getting off the camel, he continued to show off to three tourists: "Legend, when a Uighur man reaches the age of marriage, the elders in the family will ride horses. Go to the homes with girls of school age to see. What do they look at? Look at the doors of these people's houses. Look here, this is called a door clang, which can be made of iron or copper. The rider The elders also have their own whips in their hands. If the family is wealthy, they use copper whips, and if the family is not rich, they use wooden whips. In this way, they will knock on the door and ask about their parents only when they see the same rank. It’s not interesting to knock on the door, which is a bit of what we Xia people mean to be right."

"Well, take a look, what is the door clang of our uncle Aizmati's made?"

Tour guide Chen deliberately bought a pass, and very boldly raised the sheepskin water sac to fill himself.

Listening to Tour Guide Chen's words, the three tourists all raised their heads and watched the door clang on the gate. Li Yihan couldn't help holding up the camera, and quickly clicked twice.

"The door of the uncle's house is made of iron."

The tour guide Chen was very comfortable after the sale, and continued: "In fact, what I just said was a legend. I don’t know if it’s true or not. I don’t know if every household still chooses relatives like this, but you look at it from this perspective. Door clang, look at the mulberry tree in the yard again, do you think it looks very beautiful, and it feels comfortable to look at it? Right, that's it, it looks very beautiful in this way, so even if life becomes poor, you must live There is a sense of beauty. I believe this is the life style of the Uighurs."

The tour guide Chen is purely Hu Chu. The "door clang blind date" is similar to a lapis lazuli in other tourist attractions.

Regardless of true and false, anyway, you must have a relationship with historical celebrities, and then the tour guide will be able to fudge and make up stories.

After a while, the Uighur old man led Aunt Gu Li out, along with their daughter-in-law and grandchildren.

"Xiao Mu, you finally came to see Auntie again, and Auntie misses you."

Aunt Gu Li's chubby figure was very amiable, and she greeted Chen Mu when she came, just like seeing her own child.

Chen Mu also likes this alien mother who has been taking special care of herself. She folded her hands flat on her chest with Uyghur etiquette, nodded and bowed, said "Salam", and then walked forward and pulled the fat. Aunt's hand said: "Aunt Gulistan, thank you for letting Uncle Aizimaiti give me the naan and jam. They are so delicious. No, I shared them with my friends. It’s not enough after eating. , So I can only come to see you."

While speaking, he greeted the daughter-in-law of a Uighur elderly nearby and called "sister-in-law".

"Just come here, don't worry, Reyihan and I are ready, today you can eat as much as you like, and enough for grabbing rice and naan."

Aunt Gu Li tightly grasped Chen Mu's hand and said happily, and then she seemed to think of Chen Mu's passing parents again. She hugged Chen Mu with a bit of pain, and whispered, "Poor child. ."

Chen Mu also hugged the foreign mother, and then went into the main topic and introduced: "Aunt Gu Li, these three are my friends, come to you today as a guest."

After Cheng Zijun and the three got off the camel, they kept watching the communication between Chen Mu and the old Uighur family in silence.

Although they knew that Chen Mu was familiar with this area, they did not expect him to have such a close relationship with the Uighur family here.

Seeing the attitude of the Uyghur elderly family toward Chen Mu, they suddenly felt a deep impression that there may be no other summer people here, and they are more familiar with everything here than this kid.