I Run a Gas Station in the Northwest

After three days, Chen Mu's black technology map hadn't been upgraded yet, which made him try to summon almost every two hours to see if it worked.

According to the experience gained from several previous upgrades, the longer the standby time, the greater the changes after the upgrade.

This upgrade took much longer than before. Obviously, the changes afterwards must be great, and Chen Mu is full of expectations.

Sitting in the living room and watching the white-eyed girl busy in the kitchen, Chen Mu couldn't help asking: "Yili, did your brother work like this before? I mean he has been so desperate? "

As the boss, Chen Mu's main job now is to stay at the gas station to answer calls from tourists, continue to take orders and arrange itineraries, and completely become a logistics job.

The fat man took over the job of leading the tour guide.

He only returned to the gas station at noon yesterday. In the evening, he led another regiment to the village of Yakash, completely spinning.

Chen Mu was worried that his body would not be able to bear it, and asked him if he would like to take a day off, but as if he was beaten up, he refused the boss's kindness in one bite, and he didn't want to stop even one day.

Ma Yili came out of the kitchen with a plate and handed it to Chen Mu: "Brother Xiaomu, don't think my brother is fat, but he has worked very hard since he was a child and has never been lazy."

Chen Mu took the plate and took a look. It was filled with steaming scrambled eggs.

The scrambled eggs were just the right color, neither dry nor wet, with ham sausage and onions cut into small pieces, which looked particularly delicious, not to mention the fragrance.

Picking up the chopsticks and taking a bite, Chen Mu couldn't help boasting as soon as the egg was in the mouth, "Wow, it's delicious!"

Ma Yili smiled and said, "Brother Xiaomu, wait a while, I will make noodles, and I will be able to serve them soon."

After speaking, the little girl fumbled around and walked back to the kitchen, and then began to get busy.

From the kitchen window, a ray of sunlight happened to shine through, and it fell on the white-eyed girl like a spotlight, especially bright and dazzling.

Chen Mu ate the scrambled eggs and couldn't help asking, "Yili, how did you manage to make the eggs so tender and slippery?"

The little white-eyed girl scooped the noodles with chopsticks and washed them in cold water, and answered: "It's actually very simple. Here is a little trick. At the beginning, add a little warm water to the egg liquid and then put it in the pot. If it's fried inside, it's easy to fry a tender egg."

When Chen Mu used to scramble the eggs by himself, he just stirred them and poured them into the pot, and the fry was quite delicious.

But now I am eating the scrambled eggs made by the little girl, and recalling what I had fried before, it was dry and hard, and the plate in front of me was basically two kinds of food.

"Where did you learn this?"

Chen Mu was very curious and asked casually.

"I learned it by listening to the radio. Because my eyes are not good, I like listening to the radio the most when I am free. There are several programs on the radio that teach cooking. I listened more often and learned a lot. ."

Genius...

Invisible to the eyes...

Listen to the radio and learn like this...

Why is there such a big difference between this person?

Chen Mu looked at the little girl who was busy in the kitchen. Although her movements were not fast, she was slow and orderly and very harmonious... This scene made him suddenly think: "I haven't formally studied it. , If you can find a master to learn, you will be a celebrity chef in the future!"

Chen Mu felt that this matter should be mentioned with the fat man. When he has money in the future, he must let the children learn things. Such a valuable talent cannot be wasted.

...

After eating, Chen Mu went on guarding the landline again, and now most of the calls are made by tourists.

Alekun was watching TV, and Ma Yili walked out after finishing the work in the kitchen, and sat and listened quietly.

After watching for a while, Alekun suddenly turned his head and said to Chen Mu who had just received a call: "Brother Xiaomu, just now the news said that there will be big storms in Shamen Township these two days, which will cause large-scale sandstorms. I don’t know. How are we here?"

Chen Mu was stunned, thinking about what Alekun said about Salmen Township. In his impression, it was just a little east of Bahe Town. It was about five hours' drive from the gas station, which is not close. , It’s not far to say it.

If there is a big storm there, it may also affect here.

It's a pity that the black technology map is being upgraded, so I can't check the weather forecast immediately, and I can't do anything.

After thinking about it, Chen Mu decided to be more careful. He went out and found the Uyghur old man to talk about it, and asked the old man to return to Yakash Village tonight to send a letter to the fat man as much as possible to tell him about it so that he could have Prepared.

"A big storm?"

The old man showed a lingering look, and said: "We also had a big storm here a few years ago. The sky was covered with sand. Many houses were scraped off from their roofs. It's terrible... Alas, I hope they are flat in Shamen Township. Be safe!"

Chen Mu had never seen a big storm, and didn't know how powerful it was, but it should be quite scary to scare the Uighur elderly into this.

After talking about the business, he was about to go back and continue to guard the landline, but the Uighur old man grabbed him: "Xiaomu, you want to set up a forestry company to contract the land. It is almost done."

"Really?"

Chen Mu was surprised and delighted, and asked, "Uncle Aizmat, you have done the contracting of the land? I thought you were just helping me set up a forestry company."

The Uyghur old man nodded: "Mullah Alimu said, you have established a cooperative with us in Yakash Village. The forestry company is the one under the cooperative... Well, the entity enterprise... I don't understand the old man anyway, that is, the contractor of the land. We also have to contribute to this matter. Our village will take care of this matter. It is easier than running around and bumping around by yourself."

Chen Mu happily rubbed his hands: "How much land has been contracted? Is it the 1,000 mu as I said before?"

The old Uighur shook his head and stretched out two fingers.

Chen Mu was a little disappointed, frowned and said, "Only two hundred acres? This... a little too little."

The Uighur elderly said: "It's 20 square kilometers."

"what?"

Chen Mu took a breath of air, completely dumbfounded.

Twenty square kilometers is equivalent to 30,000 mu?!

Is this really true?

However, Chen Mu was not happy for two seconds, and in a blink of an eye he began to worry again: how much money do you have to pay for contracting so much?

The Uighur old man said: "Alimu Da Mullah said that after the land is contracted, it can only grow seedlings and trees, and cannot be used for other purposes. That's why it can contract so much. Otherwise, the leadership will not approve it."

After a slight pause, the Uighur old man said again: "The big Mullah Alimu also said that if you really want to plant trees, the contracting cost can be reduced to the lowest five yuan per mu, allowing you to contract for 50 years. , Depends on whether you want it or not? If you don’t, you can still contract for 20 years, but the price per mu will be eight yuan."

Chen Mu was not good at math, so he secretly broke his fingers and calculated it. If five yuan per mu, it would be 150,000 a year, and if eight yuan per mu, it would be two hundred and forty thousand a year...

One hundred fifty thousand versus two hundred and forty thousand, which is a long way off.

However, the amount of such a contract was much less than what he had predicted before.