Cheng Zijun and the other two were originally planning to drive on the road, but they didn't expect Chen Mu to suddenly do this. Since they were surprised, they made them feel interesting.

Riding a camel into the desert and driving into the desert are completely different experiences.

In contrast, they certainly prefer to ride camels and experience something special.

So they quickly moved some things out of the car and took them with them, and happily sat on the camel's back.

Chen Mu kept observing his expressions and expressions. Seeing the appearance and expressions of Cheng Zijun and the others, he immediately knew that his guess was right. The guests really liked this novel and exciting project.

He himself is the one who has been from Central China, and he can grasp the psychology of these people from big cities: what he has never played before is the best.

Riding a camel or something was one of the plans he thought of last night.

In the morning, the Uyghur elderly asked the Uyghur elderly to go back and tell Aunt Guli to prepare food and accommodation, and also specially asked the Uyghur elderly to find the camels in the village and bring the camels over, so that tourists can experience the feeling of riding a camel.

Four camels, carrying three tourists and tour guide Chen, began to set off on the road.

The remaining Uyghur elderly and the middle-aged Uyghur man drove camels one after another and headed towards the village deep in the desert.

"Look at that side, it looks like a Gobi Desert, but it is actually a ruin of an ancient village..."

"Look at this side again. The terrain is low and it used to be a beautiful lake..."

"You can look into the distance and see the row of small black dots in front of you. It is the real Gobi Desert..."

Chen Mu kept talking endlessly and worked as a tour guide with all his heart.

Although he had to rack his brains to think about words and sentences throughout the process, he actually enjoyed the job quite well, which was also fresh for him.

The three tourists were fooled by Tour Guide Chen and looked left and right, and seemed very satisfied, with their excitement overwhelming.

However, the middle-aged Uyghur man who was leading a camel in front was a little stunned when he listened to Chen Mu's words along the way.

When he was resting halfway, he secretly pulled the Uyghur old man while feeding the camels to drink water and eat salt, and asked in a low voice: "Uncle Aizimati, what does this young man want to do? Is it really okay?"

"What's wrong, Ginsol?"

The Uyghur old man kept walking behind and didn't hear much of what Chen Mu said.

The middle-aged Uyghur man named Jiansol frowned with concern, and roughly said the tour guide Chen Mu just said, "Uncle Aizimati, the ruins of the ancient village he just mentioned are obviously the original site of the abandoned village after the water was lost in Chekchek Village. That beautiful lake used to be a small puddle, but it became like that after it was dry. Well, there is also the real Gobi Desert, that is, the Gobi Desert... There is nothing special about these. Wouldn't it be good if he says this?"

After hearing Jiansor's words, the Uyghur old man was silent for a while and said, "I can trust Xiaomu. He must have his reason for doing this."

After a slight salute, the Uyghur old man said again: "Jinsol, you have to believe in Xiaomu. He is someone who is valued by Alimu Damula."

"Ah? Really?"

Jiansol was stunned.

The Uyghur old man said with a stern face: "Of course it's true, that's what the old man said when Alimu Damaura said in person."

Of course, Jiansor believed in the words of the Uyghur old man, and couldn't help but look at Chen Mu, who was still talking to Cheng Zijun and the other two. The expression in his eyes changed completely, and he unconsciously lost a trace of doubt, thus adding more respect.

As the slow marching of the Desert Boat, about an hour later, I finally saw the outline of Yakash Village from afar.

Although he walked for an hour and was astonishingly slow, Cheng Zijun and the other two were not impatient at all. Instead, they were excited from beginning to end, and they felt fresh in everything they saw. Even if they picked up a broken stone on the ground, they would study it with great interest.

Li Yihan is a person who likes to take pictures. An old-fashioned camera hung in front of Xiong Weilin's chest. It seems that it is the kind of film. It keeps taking pictures "cracking". Even the old Uyghur riding donkeys and middle-aged Uyghur who drive camels were secretly photographed several photos.

Seeing Li Yihan pointing the camera at him, Tour Guide Chen hurriedly blocked it with his hands: "Beauty, I won't take you to take a sneak shot like this. If my handsome face is spread, it may cause social panic. Please be careful."

When Li Yihan heard Chen Mu's funny words, she couldn't help but laughed out loud: "Hurry up and put down your hand. This photo is a private collection of your lady, and it will never be leaked."

"That won't work even more."

Chen Mu said seriously: "I am a handsome guy with a calm heart and refuses to enter any girl's collection of photo albums."

"Bah, I insist on taking photos when you say that. If you want to take photos better or worse, you can do it yourself."

After saying that, Li Yihan pressed the shutter several times.

Chen Mu was no longer reserved, quickly put down his hands, posing two vulgar looks like scissors, and entered the camera with a charming look: "Forget it, you are so persistent, then I have to harm the country and the people."

Li Yihan burst into laughter again, and the laughter was crisp and pleasant.

The group entered Yakash Village, and the people in the village came out from every corner of the village and looked at them curiously, especially the four guys riding on the camel's backs.

For those who live in the desert all year round, camels are usually used for camel cargo, and they are reluctant to use them for camel people. Now, seeing three tourists and tour guide Chen riding on the high camel backs and leisurely coming all the way, the villagers can't help but feel like they are looking at prodigal sons.

The three tourists and tour guide Chen did not have the consciousness of "I am a prodigal son". They looked at the villagers' gaze, nodded and smiled, or waved, and frequently expressed their friendship.

Tour guide Chen even became arrogant at this time: "The Uyghurs are the most hospitable. Look at them. When you know we are here to visit, you will put down your work and come out to greet us. Can you feel their enthusiasm, my group members?"

Cheng Zijun immediately nodded and sighed: "The people here are so simple!"

Li Yiqian commented from the perspective of a high-ranking person: "Compared with big cities, although everything here is still very backward, it is not easy for people living here to be polluted by the world!"

As an amateur photographer, Li Yihan certainly does not rely on her mouth to express her emotions. The shutter in her hand is her comment button, and the "crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-curve" sound represents her attitude.
Chapter completed!