I Run a Gas Station in the Northwest

"You are welcome to be our guests."

Aunt Gu Li looked at the three tourists and expressed welcome with a smile: "Since you are friends of Xiaomu, you are the most distinguished guest in our family, please come in."

Cheng Zijun and the trio hurriedly saluted them, saying "Salam", and then walked into the courtyard with Aunt Gu Li.

Chen Mu and the Uyghur elderly were at the end.

The Uyghur elderly should arrange for Jiansor to unload the tourists' not too many salutes, take them into the yard, and then let Jiansor take the camel to leave, and come back tomorrow morning.

Chen Mu took out the candies and chocolates he had prepared long ago, and amused the grandchildren of the Uighur elderly.

The Uighur old man and Aunt Guli originally had two sons. It is said that one died of illness in the past, and the remaining one married and had children. Then they went to work in coastal cities, leaving his wife and children at home.

Although Chen Mu had seen these two little guys before, they saw that Chen Mu was still a little timid. Under Chen Mu's incomparable candy offensive, he was finally surrendered in a short while, taking a mouthful of uncle Xiaomu, which was extremely affectionate.

After entering the yard, the three tourists wandered around, looking here and there, all curious.

Aunt Gu Li stood in front of the house with a smile, and asked Chen Mu without paying attention, "Xiao Mu, the conditions in our family are not good, they wouldn't like it?"

Chen Mu signaled the fat aunt to rest assured: "It's okay, they like this environment."

"is it?"

The fat aunt didn't understand why these three young Xia people liked such an environment, so even after listening to Chen Mu's comfort, she still felt a little worried, but the smile on her face never faded.

Chen Mu was very calm, just teasing the children and making the three people toss.

The ground in the yard is made of adobe bricks, and the walls are made of yellow mud. Even the roof is made of hay and mud, or piled with adobe bricks. The entire yard is rustic. When it rains, you can walk away. Just a foot of mud.

Of course, there is not much rain here, so the yard is fairly clean.

The condition is such a condition. The locals may consciously think that they are ordinary or even worse, but the key is that Cheng Zijun and the others like the earthy taste in the yard, commonly known as the original ecology.

Look at the tall mulberry trees in the yard, look at the fresh green vines on the grape racks, and look at the old hen in the yard dangling with the baby chicks... These all add up to be called It has a strong atmosphere of Uighur life. For those tourists who always talk about life experience, it is simply wonderful.

Cheng Zijun and Li Yigan fumbled and looked around, and found everything very interesting. Even the lines on the walls of the house with some Uyghur customs, they could see for a long time.

Li Yihan held her camera and kept taking pictures. She even squatted down to take a few shots of the old hen and the little chicks. She didn't stop until the film in the camera ran out.

The tour guide Chen teased the children for a while and saw that the time was almost the same. He stood up and greeted: "Dear fellows, it's almost there. Aunt Guli has prepared buns, various dried fruits, and hot milk tea for you. You can come and sit down. Taste slowly."

Cheng Zijun and the three came over and sat down at the small table under the grapevine.

There are three urgent sayings for Uyghurs to entertain guests. They are "open the door urgently, get tea urgently, and get fruit urgently." Refreshments and dried fruits are all hospitality snacks.

Aunt Guli and daughter-in-law Reyihan brought up their food one after another on a plate: "If you are here in the summer, I will treat you with various fruits. Now there is only dried fruit. Give it a try."

The buns are yellow and bright in color and displayed in layers, which look very appetizing.

Raisins, dried apricots, dried dates and dried walnuts are four kinds of dried fruits, which are also very ornamental.

Chen Mu is not welcome, and took the initiative to tear the buns, and said: "I'm a half master. Come on, I'll do it first, and you are welcome. These buns are very delicious, dry and crispy and delicious. Dip some milk tea into your mouth. It’s instant, you can eat it whatever you want, but don’t eat too much. We will have dinner later. Aunt Guli and sister-in-law Reyihan have prepared the best pilaf. You must not miss it."

Cheng Zijun and the three of them all started to eat with taste.

The steamed buns and dried fruits are very good, but these are just some special snacks, and they won't make tourists stop talking. You must know that they are all people who have eaten good things, so just taste it and experience it.

But sitting under the grape racks drinking milk tea and chatting is very much in line with the tourists' hearts. The three of them behaved very relaxedly, and Lianzan Yakash Village is a good place.

Chen Mu laughed, and declined to comment on what these guys said. This is obviously a mentality of a full man not knowing that a hungry man is hungry, so he only planned to find a suitable time to talk about money.

Of course, this cannot be said today. This is only the first day. Tourists haven't played well yet. Waiting until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, it shouldn't be a problem.

In the evening, it was finally time for dinner.

The host took out the most beautiful and clean tablecloth in the house and laid it neatly on the table.

This is the custom of the Uighurs. After the guests come, they must use the best tablecloths to cover the tables and entertain the guests with the best food.

Uighurs’ hand-pilaf rice is not the kind made in ordinary small shops. They start to boil lamb soup in the morning, and then use the boiled lamb soup with other fruit and vegetable ingredients, cooking and stirring, with a lot of effort.

Anyway, for Uighurs, eating pilaf is the best delicacy, so it is necessary to entertain the guests in the most solemn way, including holding a plate in one hand and holding a pot in one hand, allowing the guests to wash their hands one by one and hand them a clean white towel. Wipe your hands, and then officially start eating...

Cheng Zijun and the three of them hadn't eaten such a delicious pilaf, so they couldn't stop eating. Everyone ate a large plate full, which was very enjoyable.

The elderly Uighurs also specially prepared self-brewed fruit wine for everyone to drink, so that they can digest and eliminate greasiness.

Finally, Cheng Zijun and Li Yigan were a little too drunk to walk, and Li Yihan was slightly better.

When Chen Mu sent Cheng Zijun to the guest room, he took out a handful of banknotes, pushed them directly into Chen Mu's pocket, and said with his thumbs up, "Dude, your introduction is really good... well, this time... …That’s right, you can take the money... it’s not enough to talk about it later."

When he returned to the room, the tour guide Chen clicked on the banknote, which was more than five thousand. Now he was relieved that no matter what, he would not lose this trip.

The next day, Chen Mu woke up early because he wanted to arrange the itinerary and couldn't sleep well.

He finished washing and walked into the yard, only to find that Li Yihan was also up.

The girl was holding the camera, climbing to the roof of the second floor, aiming at the rising direction of the sun, and adjusting the focus.

The light of the morning sun fell on her, as if she was wearing a layer of golden gauze, which was so beautiful.