After drinking the milk, the guy trotted away again.
Chen Mu originally wanted to say to keep some guests, but then he thought that they are wild species, and it might be more comfortable to stay freely in the desert, so he stopped there.
"In the future, I will often come to play with my brother!"
Chen Mu waved his hand towards the guy's walking figure, turned around and returned to the business room, washed the small stone with water, and then looked under the light.
That thing is a small square seal that is roughly square. The so-called edges and corners are its very consistent edges and corners, which are definitely not formed naturally.
If you look carefully, its texture should be jade. I don't know what kind of jade it is. Anyway, it looks like there are many impurities, and it doesn't feel warm at all.
The area around the square seal is mottled and uneven, and it is so ordinary that no one will pick it up if it is just thrown on the street.
The only thing that is a little special is the words engraved under the square seal.
"According to... ordained by heaven, that is... longevity... eternal... Yongchang?"
After Chen Mu saw those words clearly, he really couldn't laugh or cry.
Although his historical knowledge is not very rich, he also knows the source of these words.
Legend has it that when the Qin State ruled the world, Prime Minister Li Si was ordered to engrave the Jade Seal of Chuanguo with Heshibi, and these eight characters were engraved on it: Ordered by the sky, life will last forever.
There are eight characters engraved on this inconspicuous small square, and it is still in simplified characters. Its value can be imagined. Maybe the items sold on the street stalls are more exquisite every minute.
After checking the small square seal, Chen Mu fiddled with it a few more times, then casually stuffed it in front of the cashier, turned around and went back to his room to go to sleep.
Although this thing was worthless, it was a piece of jade after all, and it was brought to him by a wild camel. Chen Mu planned to keep it as a souvenir.
This sleep lasted until after ten o'clock before Chen Mu woke up.
In the gas station, the old Uyghur man was already busy. Although there were not many customers here, he could always find a job to keep busy, and he couldn't be free for a moment.
Chen Mu had heard from his parents a long time ago that the old Uyghur Aizimaiti used to be a militiaman in a nearby Uyghur village. When he was young, he participated in a protection patrol organized by the Wildlife Conservation Association. However, he once encountered poachers. Suffered a serious gunshot wound in the fierce battle, and eventually limped one leg.
When the gas station first opened and needed help, the local government recommended the old Uyghurs here. Since then, the Uighurs have been working in the gas station, diligently, and get along well with Chen Mu’s parents. Like a family.
"Xiao Mu, your Aunt Guli asked me to bring you the pancakes she made herself, and a small jar of jam, all of which are in the kitchen."
Chen Mu likes to eat the naan made by Aunt Guli, which is crispy, delicious and chewy.
The most important thing is the jam used to dip the naan, which is made by themselves. It is neither too sweet nor too sour, and it is just right with the baked naan.
The Uighur old man kept the naan on the stove, and Chen Mu was still hot when he ate it. He tore open the baked naan, dipped it in thick jam, and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Hmm... It's delicious, Uncle Aizmaiti, please go back and thank Aunt Guli."
The jam made of various melons and fruits, with the fragrance of melons and fruits, is eaten together with baked naan, not to mention how delicious it is.
After a while, Chen Mu ate five naans, and quickly put away the remaining five, including the small jar of jam, and prepared to take them out to eat when he was hungry at night.
As soon as the things were packed, guests came outside.
A dusty Cherokee drove into the gas station and stopped firmly in front of the oil pump.
There were two people in the car. After getting out of the car, one started to refuel, and the other went straight into the business room and asked loudly, "Is there anything hot to eat?"
Chen Mu looked up, he was a tall middle-aged man with a full beard and a gangster face, when Chen Mu looked at him, he squinted his eyes half-closed to look at Chen Mu.
My dad used to say that when you open the door to do business, you can meet gods from all walks of life. No matter who he is, as long as he earns money with conscience legally, it’s fine. So Chen Mu doesn’t mind who the other party is. Instant food shelf: "You can choose instant noodles, fried noodles, etc., as well as canned soup and bread. We provide hot water and microwave ovens."
"Only these?"
The man frowned.
Whether you want love or not, Chen Mu shrugged: "We only have these."
They are the only gas station within a radius of two hundred miles, and it is considered a unique business, so the customer is the grandson, and the owner of the store is the uncle.
The man walked over to pick out a few bowls of instant noodles, two cans of fish soup, and a piece of bread, then turned around and went to the kettle and microwave to make them.
Not long after, the man outside finished filling up and came in.
The two finished the instant food and ate it on the table next to them.
Chen Mu glanced at those two people a few times, then quickly turned his eyes away, and continued to focus on the purchase list in front of him, planning to buy more milk when he was preparing to purchase this time.
After a while, the two of them finished eating and stood up from the table, as if they were going to leave.
Chen Mu took the initiative to pack up his things, and said, "You spent a total of 678, should you pay by cash or by card?"
Doing business in the desert doesn't have as many rules as in big cities. It doesn't matter if the customer pays first or later. What matters is integrity and convenience.
Chen Mu was not used to it at the beginning, but after watching the live demonstrations of the Uyghur elders these days, he soon began to do as the Romans do.
"What kind of rubbish is this, and you still charge money?"
The first person among the two who came in curled his lips and said disdainfully: "Is the food here expired? It smells weird after eating it. I won't let you lose money. How dare you?" Ask me for money?"
Um
It's been almost two months, and it's the first time Chen Mu encountered a customer who didn't pay.
He frowned: "Our things are all within the validity period. If you think it's wrong, you can make it clear from the beginning. It's a bit late to say it now, isn't it?"
Another person snorted coldly: "Anyway, we won't give the money, you can figure it out yourself."
After finishing speaking, he winked at his companion beside him, and was about to walk out swaggeringly.
"Wait, if there is a problem with the food, you have to pay for the gas, right?"
"Don't talk nonsense, if you talk nonsense again, do you believe that I am rude to you?"
"You're welcome? Okay, come on, let me see how you are rude to me."
Are you kidding me, I want to leave without paying after eating and refueling, how is it possible
Chen Mu grabbed the arm of the person walking behind and pulled him back directly.
The man was so arrogant, he turned around and punched Chen Mu right in the profile.
Chen Mu is not at all afraid. His hometown, Ping Township, is the hometown of martial arts. People in the village, from eighty to three years old, practice martial arts, and they practice Liuhe boxing.
When his father was in the army, he made meritorious service and became the battalion commander because of his good skills.
Chen Mu also practiced martial arts in his hometown. Although he is not top-notch, he can't get close to three or five ordinary people.
Facing the man's punch, he blocked it for a while, then dealt with it, then stepped forward, punched hard, and knocked the man to the ground neatly.
"You're looking for death!"
The other person was startled and angry. He touched his back and pulled out a dagger, swinging it towards Chen Mu.
Now that the opponent is already using a knife, Chen Mu is even more relentless.
After dodging sideways, he punched the man on the back of the neck twice, quickly knocking him down.
Although this part is not fatal, it can make people unconscious, and they will suffer for a while after waking up.
"What the hell, if you want to eat Overlord's Meal, you don't want to see who opened the shop!"
Chen Mu waved his hand, feeling a little pain, looked down and found that it was bleeding.
Probably when I started doing it just now, I accidentally rubbed against the metal piece on the opponent's clothes, and was scratched lightly, it was not serious.
After a while, Aizmat, who was working outside just now, heard the movement, Chen Mu explained a few words to him, and Aizmat immediately called the police.
Chen Mu walked back to the cash register, ready to find a hemostatic patch to treat the wound. When searching for things, he accidentally touched the small square seal, and didn't notice that the blood on his hand was stained on the small square seal. , disappear with one touch.