I Run a Gas Station in the Northwest

Two hours later, Abdul Aini and the old man with white beard finally arrived in Yakash Village.

"Huh? Why does it seem a bit different?"

Before the two entered the village, the old man with white beard looked at Yakash Village from a distance and couldn't help muttering.

"Why is it different?"

It was the first time Abdul Aini came to Yakash Village, and he did not see any difference.

"It seems to be pretty."

The old man with white beard pulled the reins of the donkey and let it go on.

Abdul Aini hurriedly followed along.

Although he didn't know how Yakash Village became more beautiful, he could feel that the village in front of him was more stylish than Shiqiong Village.

Most of their houses are neatly repaired, and basically there are not many broken places, so the whole does not look like their Shiqiong Village with a dilapidated feeling.

Come closer, see more clearly.

On the houses in the village, many structures and decorations with Uyghur characteristics have obviously been carefully repaired. They are very new, very eye-catching and beautiful.

"This person in Yakash Village should be quite rich."

Abdul Aini murmured in his heart, and couldn't help being curious about such a village out of the desert. The location was more remote than Shiqiong Village and the environment was not as good as Shiqiong Village, but it felt so much richer than Shiqiong Village.

When the two entered the village, Abdul Aini paid special attention to it. The road in the village of Yakash was also newly built with a layer of gravel and cement.

This is a big deal. It will be very comfortable to walk on. It will not be dusty when it is windy, and it will not be all muddy when it rains.

The old man with white beard apparently discovered this, he walked and looked at it, nodded and said, "It's really different. There was no such road here before. It's worse than our Shiqiong Village."

After a while, the old man with white beard found his elder sister's house familiarly, and the two were quickly invited in.

The eldest sister of the old man with white beard is an aunt who is over 70 but still able to walk and is in good health. Her name is Guzanli.

After sitting down, Aunt Guzanli’s wife presented tea fruit cakes and warmly entertained the old man with white beard and Abduai Ni.

"Why did you come here suddenly today? In May, Keremu looked at me. He said that you were ill, and I was worried that he was broken, so he asked Azati to visit you. Azati said that you are not too big. Bad...well, how is your health now? Isn't it okay? How about little Elke? I haven't seen him for a long time..."

Aunt Guzanli and her younger brother are holding homework. Keremu is the son of the old man with white beard, and Elke is his little grandson. It can be seen that their brother and sister have a good relationship.

After greetings for a while, the old man with white beard took the initiative to explain his intentions and asked: "Acha, Azati went to see me in Shiqiong Village in May. He seems to have mentioned what kind of farmhouse your Yakash Village is doing this time. I just wanted to inquire about this matter."

"Are you planning to engage in farmhouse entertainment? That's a good thing. You must seize the opportunity. It's profitable."

When Aunt Gu Zanli heard the words "farmhouse", she couldn't help but smiled and pointed to her yard: "Since tourists have come to our village, everyone's life has been much better."

When the old man with white beard heard what his sister said, he was relieved immediately, turned his head and looked at Abdul Aini, and motioned that he had anything to ask.

Abdul Aini felt that this was different from what he heard from his cousin, so he frowned and asked, "Aunt Guzanli, is this true? How did I hear from other sources, Nongjiale Is it a lie?"

"Liar? How to lie?"

Aunt Guzanli heard someone say that the farmhouse is a lie, she couldn’t help but feel happy. She looked at Abu Duaini and said, “The kid from Maihe Sutti’s family, look at our village. In the past, our days were not as good. Shiqiong Village. I have been married here for so many years, and I have been living a hard life. I finally hope to come to Xiaomu. He is a college student and has knowledge and brought our village to start a farmhouse. This has made us all Earned money. Why is there a man-made rumor saying that this is a lie?

"No, no, Aunt Guzanli, don't be angry, I just came to figure this out."

Seeing the old man getting angry, Abu Duaini quickly waved his hand to apologize, then recounted what he had seen and heard from his cousin Turdi in Yuelun Village, and explained: "My cousin Turdi said, Nongjiale It's a lie. Now several villages in Hahe Township are making a lot of trouble for this, and no one wants to receive tourists anymore."

"There is such a thing..."

Aunt Guzanli didn’t get angry anymore after hearing what Abdul Aini said, she just frowned. She obviously didn’t know what was going on, what Abdul Aini called "farmhouse" It's totally different from what she knows, what is going wrong?

Aunt Guzanli’s daughter-in-law has been waiting for the guests, quietly listening to the conversation between her mother-in-law and the guests. At this time, seeing her mother-in-law a little bit confused, she took the initiative to ask: "Brother Abu Aini, Who led the farmhouse in Yuelun Village you mentioned?"

Abdul Aini thought for a while and replied: "I heard from Cousin Turdi that the town took the lead and brought in a tourist company called Guolv from X City. They brought tourists."

"That's right."

Aunt Gu Zanli’s daughter-in-law smiled slightly and said, “Our farmhouse is not made by a fruit travel company. It was created by Xiaomu himself at the beginning, so he was doing it all by himself. It’s hard work... um, I heard that for the sake of this little animal husbandry, I went to take a tour guide certificate. Later, there were more and more tourists, so Xiaomu recruited people. Now they are working on one article. They also set up a travel company called Muya Tourism Mile."

"Yes, yes, yes, Xiaomu’s company is called Muya Tourism. I heard Kurbanjiang say that this Mu is the name of Xiaomu, and this Ya is the name of our Yakash Village. Xiaomu and the village also run a forestry The company is also the name."

Aunt Guzanli also thought of the key point, and said to her younger brother and Abdul Aini: “I don’t know where the fruit travel company came from, but I know about Xiaomu’s Muya Tour. Now we are in the whole village. They all make money and rely on them."

Abdul Aini thought for a while, and suddenly felt a little surprised. Although it is also a "farmhouse", it seems that different people's farmhouses are different.

My cousin Turdi’s farmhouse is not good, which doesn’t mean it’s not good in Yakash Village.

The farmhouse here in Yakash Village seems to be different.