I Run a Gas Station in the Northwest

Chen Mu waited for Li Yihan to walk away and whispered to Cheng Zijun: "This stuff is a good thing. It used to be a tribute to the emperor. You can buy some."

Cheng Zijun's eyes flashed again, and he was about to speak, but then he realized something. Shengsheng swallowed the word "good" in his mouth and said, "I don't need this at all, um, I want to do it. But you can buy some."

Li Yigan smiled slightly and shook his head: "I don't need this either."

"Oh, there is no need for this..."

Chen Mu glanced at them, then looked at the soil mouse that dug the Cistanche with a pity, and said helplessly: "That's no way. Although this thing is good, no one needs it, let's go. ."

Cheng Zijun heard Chen Mu say, his eyes rolled, and he quickly said: "Yes, even if you don't need such a good thing, you can take it back and give it to your family or friends... Well, then, Chen Mu, you help I asked, I want them all, how much do I have to pay? Well, let him be cheaper."

Chen Mu looked at Cheng Zijun with a very funny look on you, until this guy couldn't help but wanted to say something, then he said, "Okay, I'll help you ask."

After negotiating with the soil mouse in the past, he finally sold the three kilograms of wild Cistanche that had just been dug up for three thousand five.

He took a plastic bag and hung it on the back of the camel. Cheng Zijun was in a good mood and was completely satisfied.

Li Yigan watched silently, and waited until Cheng Zijun gave the money, he smiled and said, "You have a share of what you see. There are some relatives and friends in my family who need this thing. You can give me points."

After a slight meal, before Cheng Zijun refused, he said slowly: "If you don't give it to me, I will talk about it in the circle of friends."

Cheng Zijun had no choice but to leave the sentence "divide you in half" before letting this pass.

After walking for more than an hour, a little green finally appeared in the yellow sand.

I saw the sand sea before and felt spectacular. Now that I have watched it for so long, the spectacular scenery has gradually become numb. Suddenly seeing such a little green, it really makes people feel bright.

Slowly approaching, the green spot grew bigger and bigger, gradually showing the outline of a small oasis.

"Yes, this is Baza Village."

The Uighur old man sat on the donkey, looked at the oasis and the village on the oasis, and nodded to confirm.

The entire oasis is about one mile in radius, and the trees are not many and sparse, but there are many sand control areas. It seems that they have made a lot of efforts to prevent the village from being completely swallowed up by the yellow sand.

The villagers soon spotted them and their group, and someone greeted them immediately.

"Jamaal!"

"Aizmati!"

Among the people who greeted him was an old Uyghur man with a small round hat. As soon as the Uyghur old man saw it, he jumped off the donkey and limped over and hugged the man.

As soon as he heard the name "Jamaal", Chen Mu knew that this was the head of Baza Village.

The Uighur old man introduced him to the village chief of Baza Village before. He was also a member of the wildlife protection patrol team. The two were brothers who lived and died together, and their friendship was too good.

The elderly Uyghur and Jamal communicated in Uyghur language for a while, and then let Chen Mu and the others go over and enter the village together.

Chen Mu led the tourists to Jamal's body, gave a junior salute to the old man, and said "God of Salamuela".

Jamal looked at Chen Mu up and down, nodded, and said in Chinese: "You are a good boy. Aizmati said that you are the favored person of Ambassador Hu, and Mullah Alimu passed the ancient scriptures of the mosque to you. , So you will treat Baza Village as your home in the future. You can come here anytime."

When Chen Mu heard the words of the old Jamaal, he suddenly realized that "passing ancient scriptures" is so useful, but he didn't think about it, and quickly said thank you.

Behind them, Cheng Zijun and the three also heard what Elder Jamal said. They didn't know how Chen Mu became the favored person of Ambassador Hu, which really surprised them.

After entering Baza Village, Jamal led them around the village, and it was dinner time soon.

I don’t know if it’s because of the face of the Uighur elderly or the face of Chen Mu. Anyway, the villagers of Baza Village show the hospitable side of Uighurs. In addition to the three kinds of pilaf, naan and barbecue, they also have their own wine. , Plus all kinds of dried fruits and snacks, it is really a sumptuous dinner.

After the dinner.

Cheng Zijun was drunk, Li Yigan was drunk, Chen Mu was drunk, and even Li Yihan was constantly toasted by the hospitable Uyghur young men, and finally the drunk needed help to return to his room.

The next day, they slept until noon before getting up.

After lunch, the old man Jamal came again and said to them: "My friends, everyone in our village is going to work in the sand control area today, so we can’t entertain you anymore. You can move around freely and stay as you please. ."

Sand control?

Chen Mu's heart moved, and he quickly said, "Uncle Jamal, then let's go to your sand control area to see!"

When he said that, he turned his head and looked at Xiang Cheng Zijun and the others: "Have you seen sand control, do you want to experience it?"

"Since it's all here, of course I have to go and see it."

This time it was Li Yihan's idea, and the two men had no objection.

They cleaned up quickly, and a group of people followed the villagers of Baza Village into the sand control area.

In the eyes of the three tourists humbly studying, Chen Mu began to popularize science again.

The so-called sand control, there are many ditch channels, but to put it plainly, it is two steps: one is sand fixation, and the other is planting vegetation.

These two steps are simple to say, but they are not easy at all.

If you want to fix sand, you must first make a grass grid.

The one-meter-by-one-meter grass grid is a great invention of the Daxia sand control people in the 1960s. It can effectively prevent wind and sand, and conserve water. Many foreign countries have specially sent people to learn this technology.

It is said that the emergence of grass grids came from an accident. In the early stage of sand fixation and sand fixation, because of the harsh natural environment, sand fixation by plants was completely impossible.

Sand control people have tried paving with pebble, mixing asphalt with sand, and paving with straw mats, but they were not successful and the effect was very poor.

Until one day when a worker was about to take a break, he picked up a bundle of wheat straw scattered by the camel team, used Tieqiu to insert the wheat straw into the sand, and left.

A few days later, the wind and sand passed, and everyone found that other plants were swallowed up by the yellow sand. Only this bundle of wheatgrass stood firmly on the sand dunes. From then on, this "shoal grass" created the history of sand control by Daxia people.

What the villagers of Baza Village have to do is to make grass squares.

The villagers spread the straws on the ground to form a one-meter by one-meter square, then use a spade to pierce the straw into the sand, leaving a third of it to stand outside, and then poke the sand toward the roots of the straw to make the straw Stand firmly on the sand.

In fact, it is not difficult to do this, but it is difficult to keep doing it.

Baza Village has been doing it for a long time. The grass squares they have paved are a thousand meters long and two hundred meters wide. The whole piece is connected together, one square after another, which is very spectacular.

Each of the three tourists tried to do more than ten squares and then stopped. It is considered an experience.

Li Yihan held the camera and kept taking pictures, patted the dense grass squares here, and patted the scene of the villagers working.

When the filming was over, she walked to Chen Mu's side and said, "If it weren't for coming here, I wouldn't know that sand control was like this."

Hearing such words, Chen Mu wanted to say something politely, then you will come to see more in the future, but he felt that he was peculiar and simply shut up.

Li Yihan continued: "I am an intern reporter. I will officially start working when I go back this time. I will definitely write down everything I have seen and heard here, so that more people can see the people and thing."

Reporter?

Chen Mu had no feelings for reporters, but he secretly sighed that the current female reporters are so good-looking.

After completing the project "Desert Control Experience", the group began to return.

Back to the gas station without surprises, Cheng Zijun and the three drove away that night.

They felt a little reluctant, because they had come too hastily this time and they hadn't had enough fun, especially when Chen Mu told him that there were still several small villages on the edge of the desert that they could not visit. They all felt very sorry.

Chen Mu is also a little reluctant. After all, he feels that he and Li Yihan have begun to "feel" in the past few days. If they can get along for a few more days, they will have a "come and leave". Love is not impossible, but it's a pity...

Of course, the two thousand yuan Chengzi Junduo gave him before leaving, eased his reluctance slightly, and the three guests were really very real.

In the darkness, after waving his hand to watch the veiled car lights disappear completely far away from the road, Chen Mu turned around a little tiredly and walked back to the gas station.

...

In the car.

Li Yihan sat in the back row and kept looking out the window after getting in the car, not wanting to say anything.

Li Yiqian in the passenger seat turned his head and glanced at his sister. After thinking about it for a while, he asked softly, "Why, I'm not willing?"

Li Yihan didn't speak or even moved.

Li Yigan said again: "It means, that kid is a gas station. Everyone meets each other, nothing more, don't think too much."

Li Yihan suddenly said: "You shut up, I don't want to listen."

Li Yiqian shrugged helplessly, looked forward, and stopped talking.

After being silent for a while, Cheng Zijun couldn't help but smiled: "Anyway, that kid is really interesting. Well, next time I have a chance, I will come and play with him."

When he was speaking, he put a handful of gas under his feet, and the car whistled faster along the road.Chapters 19 and 20 have been revised, and all the contents of the Hui nationality have been deleted.I'm just a little author who wants to support my family. I may not think well and cause a little misunderstanding. Please forgive me.