Chen Mu waited for Li Yihan to walk away, and said to Cheng Zijun in a low voice: "This thing is a good thing. It used to be a tribute to the emperor. You can buy some."
A gleam of light flashed in Cheng Zijun's eyes, and he was about to speak, but then he realized something, swallowed the word "good" in his mouth, and said instead: "I don't need this at all, um, I just want to, Instead, you can buy some."
Li Yiqian smiled and shook his head: "I don't need that either."
"Oh, there is no such need..."
Chen Mu glanced at the two of them, then looked at the soil mouse that had dug up the cistanche with regretful eyes, and said helplessly, "That's helpless, although this thing is good, no one needs it, let's go .”
Hearing what Chen Mu said, Cheng Zijun rolled his eyes, and 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, this way, Chen Mu, help me Ask, I want everything, how much should I pay? Well, let him make it cheaper."
Chen Mu looked at Cheng Zijun with an expression that you are so funny, until the guy couldn't help but want to say something, then he said, "Okay then, let me ask for you."
In the past, I negotiated with the soil mouse, and finally sold the three kilograms of wild cistanche just dug out for 3500 yuan.
He took a plastic bag to pack his things and hung it on the camel's back. Cheng Zijun was in a good mood and completely satisfied.
Li Yiqian watched silently, and when Cheng Zijun gave the money, he said with a smile: "Those who have seen it have a share. Some relatives and friends in my family also need this thing. You can give me some points."
After a slight pause, before Cheng Zijun refused, he said slowly, "If you don't give it to me, I'll talk about it in Moments."
Cheng Zijun had no choice but to say "you'll get half of it" and let the matter pass.
After walking for more than an hour, a little green finally appeared in the yellow sand.
Before seeing the sea of sand, I only thought it was spectacular. Now that I have seen 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 is getting bigger and bigger, gradually showing the outline of a small oasis.
"That's right, this is Bazaar Village."
Sitting on the donkey, the old Uyghur man looked around the oasis and the villages on it, and nodded his head in confirmation.
The entire oasis is about one mile in size, and the trees are not too many, rather 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 by the yellow sand.
The people in the village soon discovered the group of them, and they were greeted immediately.
"Jamal!"
"Aizmat!"
Among the people who came out was an old Uighur man wearing a small round cap. As soon as the Uyghur old man saw it, he jumped off his donkey and limped over to hug the man.
As soon as Chen Mu heard the name "Jamal", he knew that he was the head of Baza Village.
The old Uighur had introduced him to the village head of Baza Village, who was also a member of the Wildlife Protection Patrol.
The old Uyghur man and Jamal communicated in Uyghur language for a while, and then let Chen Mu and the others go and enter the village together.
Chen Mu led the tourists to the front of Jamal, saluted the old man as a junior, and said "Salamuira God".
Jamal looked Chen Mu up and down, nodded, and said in Chinese: "You are a good boy. Aizmat said that you are the person favored by Ambassador Hu, and the Great Mullah Alimu also allowed you to be the imam of the mosque. , so you will treat Bazaar Village as your own home in the future, and you can come here anytime."
Hearing the words of the old Jamal in front of him, Chen Mu suddenly realized that the title of "Sanban Imam" is so useful, but he didn't think about it, and quickly said thank you.
Behind them, Cheng Zijun and the other three also heard the old man Jamal's words. They didn't know how Chen Mu became the favored person of Ambassador Hu and held positions in the mosque. This really surprised them.
After entering the village of Bazaar, Jamal led them to visit the village, and soon it was time for dinner.
I don’t know if it’s because of the face of the old Uyghurs or because of Chen Mu’s face. Anyway, the villagers of Baza Village show the hospitable side of the Uyghurs. In addition to the three kinds of hand-picked rice, naan and barbecue, they also have wine brewed by themselves. , plus a variety of dried fruits and snacks, it is really a sumptuous dinner.
After dinner.
Cheng Zijun was drunk, Li Yigan was drunk, Chen Mu was drunk, and even Li Yihan was toasted continuously by the hospitable young Uyghur men, and in the end the drunken man needed someone to help him back to his room.
The next day, they slept until noon.
After lunch, the old man Jamal came again and said to them: "My friends, today the whole village is going to work in the sand control area, so we can't entertain you. You can move around freely, come and stay as you like." .”
Sand control
Chen Mu's heart moved, and he said quickly: "Uncle Jamal, then let's go to your sand control area to see!"
When he said that, he turned his head to look at Cheng Zijun and the three of them: "Have you seen the sand control, do you want to experience it?"
"Since you're all here, of course you're going to have a look."
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.
Under the eyes of the three tourists studying humbly, Chen Mu began to popularize science again.
The so-called sand control has many ways, but to put it bluntly, it is two steps: one is sand fixation, and the other is planting vegetation.
These two steps are easy to say, but not easy to do.
If you want to fix sand, you must first make grass squares.
The one-meter-by-one-meter grass grid is a great invention of the sand control people in Daxia in the 1960s. It can effectively prevent wind, fix sand, and conserve water. Many foreign countries have specially sent people to learn this technology.
It is said that the appearance of the grass grid came from an accident. In the early stage of sand fixation and control, due to the harsh natural environment, plant sand fixation was completely unfeasible.
Sand control personnel have tried methods such as paving with pebbles, sand mixed with asphalt, and paving with straw mats, but all have failed and the effect is very poor.
Until one day, when a worker was about to take a break, he picked up a bundle of wheat straw dropped by the camel team, inserted the wheat straw into the sand with an iron autumn, and left just like that.
A few days later, when the wind and sand passed, everyone found that all other plants were swallowed by the yellow sand, and only this bundle of wheatgrass stood firmly on the sand dune.
What the villagers of Baza Village have to do is to make grass squares.
The villagers spread the wheat straw poles on the ground to form a one-meter-by-one-meter square, and then use a shovel to bury the wheat straw into the sand, leaving a third of it standing outside, and then move the sand to the root of the wheat grass, so that the wheat straw Stand firmly on the sand.
In fact, it is not difficult to do this thing, but the difficult thing is to keep doing it.
Baza Village has been doing it for a long time. The grass squares they laid are one thousand meters long and two hundred meters wide. The whole piece is connected together, one square after another, which is extremely spectacular.
Each of the three tourists stopped after trying to make a dozen squares, which is regarded as having experienced it.
Li Yihan held up the camera and kept taking pictures, taking pictures of the densely packed grass squares and the scenes of the villagers working.
After the filming was over, she walked to Chen Mu's side and said, "If I hadn't come here, I wouldn't have known that sand control is like this."
Hearing such words, Chen Mu wanted to politely say that you should come and see more in the future, but he felt that he was very vulgar, so he simply shut up.
Li Yihan continued: "I am an intern reporter, and this time I will officially start working when I go back. I will definitely write down everything I see and hear here, so that more people can see the people and stories here. thing."
Reporter
Chen Mu has no feelings for reporters, but secretly sighs in his heart that the current female reporters are so pretty.
After completing the project "Desert Control Experience", the group started their return journey.
After returning to the gas station without any danger, Cheng Zijun and the three of them drove away that night.
They felt a little reluctant to leave, because they came too hastily this time and hadn't played enough, especially when Chen Mu told him that there were still several small villages on the edge of the desert that they hadn't been able to visit, they all felt very sorry.
Chen Mu is also a bit reluctant, after all, he feels that he and Li Yihan have started to "feel" during the past few days of getting along, if they can get along for a few more days, there will be a "come and go when you say it" Love is not impossible, unfortunately...
Of course, before he left, Cheng Zijun gave him two thousand yuan, which eased his reluctance a little. These three guests are really real.
In the night, waving his hand and watching the headlights of the Huge V completely disappear in the distance of 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 for a while, he asked softly, "Why, don't you want to give up?"
Li Yihan didn't speak, and didn't even move.
Li Yiqian added: "Yihan, that kid is a gas station owner, we met by chance, that's all, don't think too much."
Li Yihan said suddenly: "Shut up, I don't want to hear it."
Li Yiqian shrugged helplessly, looked ahead, and stopped talking.
After being silent for a while, Cheng Zijun couldn't help it, and said with a smile: "Anyway, that kid is really interesting. Well, if there is another chance next time, I will come to play with him."
While speaking, he pumped gas under his feet, and the car roared away along the road faster.