Chen Mu waited for Li Yihan to go away and whispered to Cheng Zijun: "This thing is a good thing. It used to be a tribute to the emperor. You can buy some."

Cheng Zijun's eyes flashed again, and he was about to speak, but then he realized something, swallowed the word "good" that came to his lips, and said instead: "I don't need it at all, um, Yigan, But you can buy some."

Li Yiqian smiled slightly and shook his head: "I don't need it either."

"Oh, there's no need for that..."

Chen Mu glanced at the two of them, then looked at the country mouse who dug up the Cistanche deserticola with a pity look, and said helplessly: "Then there is nothing we can do. Although this thing is good, no one needs it, let's go. ."

Cheng Zijun heard what Chen Mu said, rolled his eyes, and said quickly: "That's right, even if you don't need such a good thing, you can take it back and give it to your family or friends... Well, in this way, Chen Mu, you can help me I want to ask, how much do I need to pay if I want them all? Well, let him calculate it cheaper."

Chen Mu looked at Cheng Zijun with an expression that said, "You are so funny." It wasn't until the guy couldn't hold back anymore that he wanted to say something, then he said, "Okay, let me ask for you."

I negotiated with the local rat in the past and finally settled the deal for three kilograms of wild Cistanche deserticola that I had just dug out for three thousand five hundred.

Just grab a plastic bag, pack the things, and hang them on the camel's back. Cheng Zijun was in a great mood and was completely satisfied.

Li Yiqian watched silently. After Cheng Zijun gave him the money, he smiled and said, "It's a reward for those who see it. I also have some relatives and friends at home who need this thing. Give me your points."

After a slight pause, before Cheng Zijun could refuse, he said slowly: "If you don't give it to me, I will tell you about it in the circle of friends."

Cheng Zijun had no choice but to say "I'll give you half" before letting the matter go.

After walking for more than an hour, a little green finally appeared in the yellow sand.

I only thought it was spectacular when I saw the sea of ​​sand before, but now that I have watched it for so long, the spectacular scenery has gradually become numb. Suddenly seeing such a little green, it really makes people feel bright.

As we approach slowly, the green spot becomes larger and larger, gradually revealing the outline of a small oasis.

"Yes, this is Bazaar Village."

The old Uighur man sat on the donkey, looked at the oasis and the villages on the oasis, and nodded to confirm.

The entire oasis is about one mile in diameter. There are not many trees and they are relatively sparse. However, there are many sand control areas. It seems that they have made a lot of efforts to prevent the village from being completely swallowed up by the yellow sand.

The villagers soon discovered their group, and someone immediately came to greet them.

"Jamal!"

"Aizimaiti!"

Among the people who came out, there was an old Uyghur man wearing a small round hat. When the old Uyghur man saw him, he immediately jumped off his donkey, limped over and hugged the man.

As soon as he heard the name "Jamal", Chen Mu knew that this was the head of Baza Village.

The old Uyghur man had introduced him to the head of Bazha Village before, who was also a member of the Wildlife Protection Patrol Team back then. The two of them were brothers who lived and died together, and their friendship was extremely good.

The old Uyghur man and Jamal communicated in Uyghur language for a while, then asked Chen Mu and others to go over and enter the village together.

Chen Mu led the tourists to Jamal, gave the old man a junior salute, and said "God Sala Muela".

Jamal looked Chen Mu up and down, nodded, and said in Chinese: "You are a good young man. Aizimaiti said that you are the person favored by Ambassador Hu, and Mullah Alimu also passed on the ancient scriptures of the mosque to you. , so you can regard Bazaar Village as your home from now on, and you can come here at any time."

When Chen Mu heard the words of the old man Jamal in front of him, he suddenly realized that "passing on ancient scriptures" was so useful, but he didn't think about it and quickly said thank you.

Behind them, Cheng Zijun and the others also heard what the old man Jamal said. They didn't know how Chen Mu became the person favored by Ambassador Hu, which really surprised them.

After entering Bazaar Village, Jamal led them to visit the village, and soon it was dinner time.

I don’t know whether it’s because of the face of the Uyghur elders or Chen Mu’s face, but the villagers of Bazha Village show the hospitable side of the Uyghur people. In addition to hand-made rice, naan and barbecue, they also have wine brewed by themselves. , plus a variety of dried fruits and snacks, it’s really a sumptuous dinner.

After the dinner.

Cheng Zijun was drunk, Li Yiqian was drunk, Chen Mu was drunk, and even Li Yihan was repeatedly toasted by the hospitable Uyghur young men. In the end, he was so drunk that he needed help to return to his room.

The next day, they slept until noon.

After lunch, old man Jamal came again and said to them: "My friends, today the whole village has to go to the desert control area to work, so we can't entertain you. You can move around freely, go or stay as you like." ."

Control sand?

Chen Mu's heart moved and he quickly said: "Uncle Jamal, let's go to your desert control area and have a look!"

As he spoke, he turned to look at Cheng Zijun and the other three: "Have you ever seen sand control? Do you want to experience it?"

"Since you're here, of course you have to go and see it."

This time it was Li Yihan's idea, and both men had no objections.

They quickly cleaned up and followed the villagers of Baza Village into the sand control area.

Under the eyes of the three tourists who were humbly learning, Chen Mu began to popularize science again.

The so-called sand control involves many ditches and channels, but to put it bluntly, it is two steps: one is to fix the sand, and the other is to plant vegetation.

These two steps are simple to say, but not easy to do at all.

If you want to fix the sand, you must first make a grass grid.

The one meter by one meter grass grid is a great invention of the desert control people in the Great Xia Dynasty 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 emergence of grass grid came from an accident. In the early days of sand fixation and sand control, due to the harsh natural environment, sand fixation by plants was completely unfeasible.

Sand control people have tried methods such as pebble paving, asphalt mixed with sand, and straw mat paving, but they have been unsuccessful and the results are 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 fall, and left just like that.

A few days later, when the sandstorm passed, everyone found that all other plants were swallowed up by the yellow sand, and only this bundle of wheat straw stood firmly on the sand dune. From then on, this "bundle of grass" created the history of desert control in Daxia.

What the villagers in Baza Village have to do is to make grass squares.

The villagers spread the wheat straw poles flat on the ground to form one meter by one meter squares. Then they used shovels to dig the wheat straw into the sand, leaving one third of it standing outside. Then they pushed the sand toward the roots of the wheat straw, making the wheat straw Stand firmly on the sand.

In fact, it is not difficult to do this, but what is difficult is to keep doing it.

Bazaar Village has been doing this for a long time. The grass squares they laid are one thousand meters long and two hundred meters wide. The whole area is connected together, one square after another, which is extremely spectacular.

The three tourists each tried to make about ten squares and then stopped, which was considered an experience.

Li Yihan held up the camera and kept taking pictures, taking pictures of the dense grass squares here and the scene of the villagers working.

After the filming was finished, she walked to Chen Mu and said, "If I hadn't come here, I wouldn't have known what sand control was like."

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 and simply shut up.

Li Yihan continued: "I am an intern reporter. 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 people here.

thing."

Reporter?

Chen Mu has no interest in reporters, but he secretly laments that today's female reporters are so good-looking.

After completing the "Desert Control Experience" project, the group began their return trip.

After returning to the gas station without incident, Cheng Zijun and the three of them drove away that night.

They felt a little reluctant to leave because they had arrived in a hurry and hadn't had enough fun. Especially when Chen Mu told him that there were several small villages on the edge of the desert that they hadn't been able to visit, they all felt very sorry.

Chen Mu was also a little reluctant to leave. After all, he felt that he and Li Yihan had begun to "feel" in getting along with each other in the past few days. If they could get along for a few more days, they could have a "come and leave as soon as they said it"

Love is not impossible, it’s a pity...

Of course, the two thousand yuan that Cheng Zijun gave him before leaving slightly eased his reluctance. These three guests were really real.

In the darkness, waving his hand and watching the headlights of the aggressive V disappear completely in the distance on the highway, Chen Mu turned around tiredly and walked back to the gas station.

…

In the car.

Li Yihan sat in the back seat and kept looking out the window after getting in the car, not wanting to say anything.

Li Yiqian, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned to look at his sister. After thinking about it, he asked softly: "Why, you can't bear to part with her?"

Li Yihan didn't speak or even move.

Li Yiqian added: "Yihan, that guy just runs a gas station. We all met by chance. That's it. Don't think too much."

Li Yihan suddenly said: "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 but said with a smile: "Anyway, that kid is really interesting. Well, if I have another chance next time, I will come and play with him."

As he spoke, he pumped the gas under his feet, and the car whizzed away faster along the highway. Chapters 19 and 20 were revised to delete all the content about the Hui people. I am just a young man who wants to support his family.
Chapter completed!