The three of Cheng Zijun and the others were planning to drive on the road, but they didn't expect Chen Mu to do it all of a sudden. Since they were surprised, it made them feel interesting.
Riding a camel into the desert and driving into the desert are two completely different experiences.
In contrast, they certainly prefer to ride a camel and experience something special.
So they quickly removed some things from the car and took them with them, and happily sat on the camel's back.
Chen Mu has been watching the words and expressions by the side, seeing the appearance and expressions of Cheng Zijun and the three of them, he immediately knows that his guess is right, and the guests really like this novel and exciting project.
He himself is a native of it, and he can more or less grasp the psychology of these people from big cities: those who have never played are the best.
Riding a camel was one of the plans he thought of last night.
In the morning, when the old Uighurs went back to tell Aunt Guli to prepare food and accommodation, they also specially asked the old Uyghurs to find the camel breeder in the village and bring the camels here, so that tourists could experience the feeling of "traveling" on camels.
Four camels, carrying three tourists and tour guide Chen, started on the road.
The rest of the Uyghur old man and the Uyghur middle-aged man drove camels one after the other, heading towards the village deep in the desert.
"Look at that side, it looks like a Gobi desert, but it's actually the remains of an ancient village..."
"Look at this side again. The terrain is low-lying. It used to be a beautiful lake..."
"You can look up and see the row of small black dots right in front of you, that's the real Gobi Desert..."
Chen Mu has been eloquent, doing his job as a tour guide with all his heart and soul.
Although he had to rack his brains to think of words and sentences during the whole process, he actually enjoyed the job quite a bit, and it was also new to him.
The three tourists were fooled by tour guide Chen to look left and right. They seemed very satisfied, and their joy was beyond words.
On the contrary, the middle-aged Uighur who was leading the camel was a little stunned when he heard Chen Mu's words along the way.
When it was time for a break, while feeding the camels to drink water and eat salt, he secretly pulled the old Uyghur man and asked in a low voice in Uyghur: "Uncle Aizmat, what exactly does this young man want? Really?" Is it all right?"
"What's the matter, Gensol?"
The Uyghur old man kept walking behind and didn't hear much of what Chen Mu said.
The middle-aged Uighur man named Jiansol frowned worriedly, roughly said the tour guide that Chen Mu just said, and said, "Uncle Aizmaiti, the ancient village he mentioned just now The ruins are obviously the original site of the abandoned village after there was no water in Qiekchek Village. The beautiful lake used to be a small puddle, but it became like that after it dried up. Well, there is also the real Gobi Desert. It’s just the Gobi Desert...there’s nothing special about it, wouldn’t it be nice for him to say that?”
After listening to Jiansuoer's words, the Uighur old man was silent for a while, and said: "I trust Xiao Mu, he must have his reasons for doing so."
After a slight pause, the Uighur old man said again: "Jiansol, you have to trust Xiaomu, he is the imam of our mosque."
"Huh? Really?"
Jian Sol was taken aback.
The Uighur old man said with a straight face: "Of course it is true. That is the old man. I heard Mullah Ali Mullah say it himself."
Of course, Jiansuoer believed the words of the old Uyghur man, and couldn't help but cast a glance at Chen Mu who was still talking to Cheng Zijun and the three of them. A respect.
Under the slow movement of the desert boat, after about an hour, I finally saw the outline of Yakashchen from a distance.
Although they walked for an hour, the journey was astonishingly slow, but the three of Cheng Zijun and the others were not impatient at all. Instead, they were in high spirits from the beginning to the end. Do some research with interest.
Li Yihan is a person who likes to take pictures. Xiong Weilin has an old-fashioned camera hanging on his chest. It seems to be the kind that uses film. Middle-aged Uighurs on camels were secretly photographed several times.
Seeing Li Yihan pointing the camera at him, Tour Guide Chen quickly blocked it with his hand: "Beauty, I don't want you to take a sneak shot like this. If my handsome face spreads out, it may cause social panic, so please be careful."
Li Yihan heard Chen Mu's funny words, and couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Hurry up and let go, this photo of yours is a private collection of this lady, and it will never be leaked."
"That's even worse."
Chen Mu said nonsense in a serious manner: "I am a handsome guy with a calm heart, and I refuse to enter any girl's collection album."
"Bah, you say that so I want to take a picture, whether I want to make it look better or look ugly, you can decide for yourself."
After finishing speaking, Li Yihan clicked the shutter several times.
Chen Mu didn't hold back anymore, and quickly put down his hands, posing two vulgar poses like scissors hands, and entered the camera coquettishly: "Forget it, if you are so persistent, then I will have to bring disaster to the country and the people."
Li Yihan laughed again, the laughter was clear and sweet.
A group of people entered Yakashi Village, and everyone in the village came out from every corner of the village one by one, looking at them curiously, especially the four guys riding on the back of a camel.
For them who live in the desert all year round, camels are generally used to carry goods, and they are reluctant to use them for people. Now they are watching three tourists and tour guide Chen riding on the back of a tall camel, enjoying themselves Along the way, the villagers couldn't help feeling like they were looking at a prodigal son.
The three tourists and tour guide Chen didn't have the self-consciousness of "I'm a prodigal son". They looked at the gazes of the villagers, or nodded and smiled, or waved, frequently expressing friendship.
Tour guide Chen even boasted at this time: "Uighurs are the most hospitable people. Look at them, and when they know we are visiting, they all put down their work and come out to welcome us. Friends, can you feel their enthusiasm? ?”
Cheng Zijun immediately nodded and sighed: "The people here are really simple!"
Li Yiqian commented from the perspective of a high-ranking person: "Compared with big cities, everything here is still very backward, but because of this backwardness, people living here are not polluted by the world. It is not easy!"
As an amateur photographer, Li Yihan certainly does not express her emotions with her mouth. The shutter in her hand is her comment button, and the sound of "click click" represents her attitude.
The villagers looked at these guys suspiciously, and whispered to each other from time to time, wondering what these prodigal sons were doing.