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Yakash Village is a small village with only about 200 people.
The harsh environment in the desert has led to poverty here. Most of the young people in the village have to go out to work, leaving only a few old, young, women and children to look after the house. They rely on the money earned by the young people to send back home and barely make ends meet. day.
Therefore, the village appears a bit dilapidated and old, as if ancient ruins are about to be submerged in the dust of the desert.
The center of the village is where the big well is located. Everyone washes, cooks and drinks water around here. Its status is extremely important.
The water channel underground was already intermittent and would be completely disconnected in a short time. Fortunately, Chen Mu used his high-tech map to connect it so that it could continue to be used. Otherwise, the people in the village would be helpless due to lack of water before long. If it is relocated, this small village will literally be submerged in dust.
They walked through the village and saw the well, as well as the surrounding houses and layout.
It has to be said that the Uighurs in Yakash Village still retain many traditions and customs of their ancestors, and the architectural style has a unique and exotic beauty, which is a feast for the eyes of the three tourists.
Chen Mu has already been to Yakash Village as a guest, and has seen everything he needs to see, so he doesn¡¯t think anything of it. At this time, he just tries his best to use his brain to spread out the little things he knows about the village and introduce them one by one.
"The well you see is said to have been dug during the Qing Dynasty. It is of great archaeological value. The surrounding stones at the mouth of the well are also engraved with the words 'Karez', but they are Uygur."
¡°The materials for building the houses here are all local yellow clay and mud blocks. They have to be dug from the Gobi Desert a mile away, transported back by camels or donkeys, and then processed and made.¡±
"Every household in the village will basically plant an auspicious tree, that is, a mulberry tree. When the weather is nice, sitting under the mulberry tree and looking up at the sky is really indescribably relaxing and comfortable."
¡°The Uighurs have a custom that when a boy reaches a certain age, the elders in the family will push him hard. If he can stand still, it means he can get married"
Tour guide Chen is conscientious and conscientious, and a small dilapidated village also allows him to boast some cultural heritage. These are all the words he thought up last night. Anyway, if the hardware is insufficient, he will rely on the software. What about history, feelings, and personal insights? You can say anything like that, as long as it makes sense.
Of course, Tour Guide Chen also thought about it last night. The most critical issue is not to be too blunt and to use local materials. Otherwise, these three people are all rich and knowledgeable owners who like to run outdoors. It is easy to feel disgusted when hearing nonsense that is too embarrassing, which is not beautiful.
Fortunately, Tour Guide Chen¡¯s introduction seemed to be satisfactory. The three tourists listened with interest along the way and asked some small questions from time to time, forming a very good interactive teaching model of question and answer.
After a while, the group of people arrived at the home of the Uighur old man and Aunt Guli.
"Honey, we are coming back."
The old Uyghur man jumped off his donkey and hurried home. He wanted to remind his wife that a guest was coming, and as the host, he had to come out to greet him.
Tour guide Chen understood what the Uyghur old man meant and was not in a hurry to enter. After getting off the camel, he continued to show off to the three tourists: "Legend has it that when Uyghur men reach marriageable age, the elders in the family will ride horses, and the whole family will The family went to the homes where there were girls of school age. What were they looking at? Look at the gates of these houses. Look here, this is called a door bell, it can be made of iron or copper. The horseman The elders also hold their own riding whips in their hands. If the family is rich, they will use a copper riding whip, and if the family is not rich, they will use a wooden riding whip. In this way, only when they see people with the same level of family status, they will knock on the door to ask about the marriage. If the family is not of the right level, they will You won¡¯t knock on the door to ask for trouble, which is a bit like what we Xia people call a well-matched person.¡±
"Well, take a look, what is the door of our Uncle Aizimaiti's house made of?"
Tour guide Chen deliberately made a mistake and boldly raised the sheepskin water bag and took a sip for himself.
Listening to the words of tour guide Chen, the three tourists all raised their heads and observed the door bell on the door. Li Yihan couldn't help but raise the camera and "clicked" it twice quickly.
"The door of my uncle's house is made of iron."
Tour guide Chen was very happy to let go and continued: "Actually, what I just said are all legends. I don't know if they are true or false, and I don't know if every family still chooses their in-laws this way, but you can look at it from this perspective. Mendang, look at the mulberry trees in the yard again. Don¡¯t you think they are beautiful and comfortable to look at? Right, this isWell, it¡¯s still very aesthetic when you look at it this way, so no matter how poor your life becomes, you still have to live in an aesthetic way. I believe this is the taste of life of the Uighurs. "
Tour guide Chen is purely a bullshit. The matter of "blind date" is similar to the fact that there must be a piece of blue marble in tourist attractions in other places.
After a while, the Uighur elders led Aunt Guli out, along with their daughters-in-law and grandchildren.
"Xiao Mu, you finally came to see my aunt again. My aunt misses you."
Aunt Guli¡¯s chubby figure was particularly amiable. She greeted Chen Mu as soon as she arrived, as if she were seeing her own child.
Chen Mu also liked this foreign mother who always took special care of him. He crossed his hands flat on his chest with Uyghur etiquette. After nodding and bowing, he said "Salam" again, and then walked forward and pulled the fat man. The aunt's hand said: "Aunt Guli, thank you for asking Uncle Aizimaiti to bring me the naan and jam. They are so delicious. No, I also shared them with my friends. After eating them, it was not enough. , so I can only come to you."
While speaking, he also said hello to the daughter-in-law of the Uighur elder next to him and called "sister-in-law."
"Just come, don't worry, Reyihan and I are ready. You can eat as much as you like today, there's enough rice and naan."
Aunt Gu Li held Chen Mu's hand tightly and spoke happily. Then she seemed to think of Chen Mu's deceased parents. She hugged Chen Mu a little distressedly and whispered in a low voice: "Poor child. ."
Chen Mu also hugged the foreign mother, and then got down to the topic and introduced: "Aunt Guli, these three are my friends, and they are here to visit you today."
After Cheng Zijun and the other three got off the camels, they kept silently watching the exchange between Chen Mu and the Uighur elderly family.
Although they knew that Chen Mu was familiar with this area, they never expected that he would have such a close relationship with the Uighur families here.
Looking at the attitude of the Uighur elderly family towards Chen Mu, they suddenly had a deep impression in their hearts, that there may be no other Xia people here who are more familiar with everything here than this boy. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com