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After taking a short rest and eating something, the fake Arab sheikh got up and continued working.
He originally thought he could plant all the saplings he bought in one day, but reality gave him a left hook, allowing him to finally see his own strength: even if he was given two more days, he might not be able to. Finish planting the saplings.
In this case, there is no need to rush the work.
So, he quickly fell down and moved one tree to the open space one by one, and then slowly planted them. After doing this for an hour, he only planted five trees.
Just when I was thinking about taking a break, I turned around and saw the wild camel coming again at some point. At this time, it was standing in front of a Haloxylon ammodendron tree, biting leaves and swallowing them.
"Mist grass"
The fake Arab sheik suddenly became furious. He pushed the fool's head aside and cursed: "You are seeking death, you are just eating the newly planted seedlings. You are like this." Are you ruining things?"
The wild camel was pushed and his head tilted. He seemed a little frightened by the chief and took two steps back.
Then, it just stood there and looked at the chief, slurring its mouth, looking a little aggrieved.
"What are you feeling wronged about? Are you feeling wronged? Is it because you didn't clearly realize your mistake?"
When the chief saw this, he became very angry. The naughty boy couldn't help scolding him: "This is a sapling. It will grow up in the future. When it grows up, there will be many leaves for you to eat. Eat it now, and you will eat it later." How long will it take? Do you understand what planning for the future means?"
The wild camel didn¡¯t dare to move, as if it was calmed by the chief¡¯s truth.
After the chief lost his temper, he distressedly straightened the Haloxylon ammodendron sapling that had been pulled a little crooked by the wild camel, and poured a little more water, hoping that it would not die from the serious injury.
Turning his head, the chief glared at the idiot with hatred, and forgot to take a break. He continued to move in a poplar sapling and dug a big hole.
The wild camel watched quietly for a while, and finally couldn't help but be curious. He slowly walked forward, stuck his head next to the chief who was working, and looked at the pit.
"Go, go, if there's anything good to see, just stay aside."
The chief was very worried about the big head. He couldn't help but push it again, pushed the fool aside, and continued to work hard.
After the wild camel was pushed away, he looked around, then simply lay down next to him and quietly watched the chief working.
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Chen Mu was so focused on planting trees that he didn't notice at all that there were several people at the gas station staring blankly at them and the camel.
"Hehow dare he treat Hu Da's envoy like this?"
One of them, an old man with a white beard, spoke softly, as if he was frightened.
Aizimaiti wiped the sweat from his forehead with some embarrassment and explained: "Xiao Mu is not Musilin, so he doesn't know the meaning of the white camel."
After a slight pause, the old man quickly explained in detail the story of Chen Mu feeding the white camel, and then came to the conclusion: "The white camel likes to stay with Xiao Mu."
"So, he may be someone who has been blessed by Hu Da."
The white-bearded old man's face softened slightly, and his eyes when looking at Chen Mu couldn't help but feel a little more kind.
He is a school-opening imam. Uighur Muslin calls him the big mullah, and he is the most virtuous and respected person in this area.
Behind him were several casual imams, that is, people like fellow villagers from the neighborhood.
They all heard what Aizimaiti said about the white camel, so they hurried over and unexpectedly saw the scene of Chen Mu interacting with the wild camel.
"Maura, should we take a closer look?"
Seeing the imams squinting their eyes to see clearly, Aizimaiti quickly suggested.
"Okay, okay, let's go over and have a look."
This proposal was supported by the big mullah, so they walked forward together.
"Xiao Mu."
After approaching, Aizimaiti waved to greet Chen Mu, but his eyes were always on the white camel.
Chen Mu stopped and responded to the Uighur elder.
At the same time, he saw the people brought back by the old Uighurs. Although he didn't know their identities, he didn't dare to neglect them just because of their age. He smiled and nodded one by one, which was regarded as saying hello.
The imams had a good impression of Chen Mu, but at this time they were all focused on the wild camel. After smiling kindly at Chen Mu,, and tried to get closer to the wild camel.
Chen Mu knew very well that these old men were here for the wild camels, so he smiled, walked out of the pit, and walked to the side, preparing to get out of the way so that they could get close to the wild camels.
But who knew that the imams had just walked over, and the wild camel that was lying lazily on the ground immediately reacted. I don't know where the agility attribute was added from, it suddenly jumped up from the ground, and then quickly trotted to Behind Chen Mu, he poked his head to one side of Chen Mu and moved his mouth in a very obvious way.
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It¡¯s quiet now.
Facing this scene, the imams all showed signs of astonishment.
It seems that the white camels don¡¯t like them coming near
¡° I have been working as a missionary all my life, but I didn¡¯t expect that I would not be favored by White Camel at all. This story is really sad.
Chen Mu was also very embarrassed. He quickly patted the wild camel on the head to smooth things over: "What are you doing? People want to see you. Why are you running"
"Ouch"
¡°Don¡¯t, don¡¯t, don¡¯t¡¡±
"what are you doing?"
"Xiao Mu, don't mess around!"
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When the imams saw Chen Mu¡¯s actions, their eyes widened and they immediately stopped.
Chen Mu didn't expect everyone's reaction to be so big. He was a little frightened. He took his hand off the wild camel's head and explained: "It's okay, it's okay. I just made a joke with it. I didn't use any force. I really didn't use any force." ,Hey."
The imams looked at each other, muttered a few words, and quickly returned to the gas station together.
Then, the Uighur old man greeted Chen Mu from a distance: "Xiao Mu, come here."
Chen Mu touched the fool¡¯s head and told him, ¡°Don¡¯t eat my saplings randomly.¡± Then he walked quickly towards the old men.
"This is Mullah Alimu"
When Chen Mu approached, the Uighur old man introduced him.
Chen Mu knew that Uyghurs are accustomed to calling imams Mullahs, but not all imams can be called big mullahs. Only those imams who truly have profound knowledge of ancient scriptures have this qualification.
In other words, the old man with the white beard in front of him is a very awesome boss.
Facing the boss, Chen Mu immediately activated the halo of respect and behaved humbly and kindly.
"Listen to Aizimaiti, you were the first to discover Hu Da's envoy. Although you are not Muslin, I still want to thank you for everything you have done for us"
"Hu Da's envoy treats you differently from others. I hope you can treat him well"
"If possible, please listen more to the emissary's will, and then convey our request to the emissary"
The old man with white beard talked a lot, as if he was preaching.
Chen Mu had been listening patiently, but he couldn't help it anymore and asked: "It can't speak. What will it say? What request do you want to convey to it? I can talk to it directly. Say, but I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s useful or not.¡±
The old man with a white beard tapped Chen Mu¡¯s forehead with his hand, then tapped Chen Mu¡¯s heart, and said enigmatically: ¡°Hu Da is everywhere, feel it with your heart.¡±
When Chen Mu seemed to understand, the old man with the white beard reluctantly glanced at the wild camel in the distance again, and finally turned around and left.
A group of old men also left. They all had their own donkeys and walked particularly gracefully.
Chen Mu still couldn¡¯t figure it out. He turned to look at the Uyghur old man and said half-jokingly: ¡°Uncle Aizimaiti, do you have any requests to convey?¡±
The old Uighur thought seriously for a while and said with emotion: "It would be great if Hu Da bless us and let sweet water flow from the well in our village again." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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