After Chen Mu left the car repair shop, he went straight to the small market in the town.

Buy some oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, some meat, fruits and vegetables, some daily necessities, and then some things that can be sold in the business room for money.

Of course, milk is indispensable.

Chen Mu specially bought twice as much as before and loaded them all into the car at once.

Although the little golden cup is broken, there is one good thing about it. It can hold up any number of things moved into it without the chain falling off.

After shopping, Chen Mu walked into a noodle shop next to the market and ordered a bowl of mutton steamed buns, a bowl of mutton soup, and a plate of cumin mutton, and ate it slowly.

Here in Bahe, mutton is sold very cheaply and tastes pretty good, so every time I come to Chen Mu, I always have a full meal before going back.

There were not many people in the restaurant today, so the food was served very quickly. While Chen Mu was munching on the noodles, he looked out of the restaurant in a perverted manner, wanting to see if there were any Uyghur beauties passing by.

Before coming to the Northwest, Chen Mu always felt that the girls here should all look like Dili Rere or Gu Lina. But after two months here, he had to recognize the reality that no matter who

Every nation has beauties and ordinary people, but beauties are always in the minority and ordinary people are in the majority.

Therefore, it is true that Uyghur girls are good at singing and dancing, but they cannot fill the streets and dominate the country.

After finishing the meal, Chen Mu paid the bill and walked out while stroking his round belly. He happened to see a slogan written neatly in red oil on the white wall on one side of the restaurant: To get rich, build roads first, have fewer children and have more varieties.

Tree!

"Um?!"

Chen Mu suddenly became stunned.

Slogans like this are everywhere, but at this moment he was touched by the second half of the sentence.

Have fewer children and more trees?

Giving birth to children, planting trees...do they all have such meaning?

What he was thinking about was the "vitality" and "upgrade" in that black technology map. Since his gas station area couldn't attract more people, could he plant trees instead?

Suddenly having such an inspiration, Chen Mu immediately turned around and walked into the small market, directly entering a company that engaged in forestry business.

I walked around the forestry company and bought a hundred poplar saplings, a hundred elm saplings, a hundred locust saplings, and a hundred Elaeagnus angustifolia, as well as salix, Haloxylon ammodendron, and poplar trees.

After a while, I asked someone to take it directly to the gas station.

I spent seven to eight hundred in one go, but when I asked for something, I didn't feel anything bad. The moment I gave the money, I felt a pain in my body.

Yesterday I met those two idiots who were freeloading, and today they spent such a large sum of money. I guess this half month was wasted.

On the way back, Chen Mu originally wanted to buy a cup of butter milk tea and sip it slowly back home, but as soon as his pockets were emptied by the forestry company, he could only sip a lollipop and go home.

I drove the little gold cup to the gas station. Although there were no street lights on the way, the moon was pale tonight and the stars were shining like soft gauze covering the earth. It was not much worse than the street lights.

This kind of night view cannot be seen in big cities, it can only be seen in deserts.

Of course, Chen Mu was used to it.

No matter what it is, if you watch it every day for two months, you won’t feel anything special.

When we got back to the gas station, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

When the old Uighur saw him coming back, he immediately came over to help unload the things from the car. As he was moving, he said: "A wild camel came today and kept banging its head against the window. Later, I went out to chase it away and ran away quickly.

.”

"ah?"

Chen Mu was startled for a moment, and soon thought that this was probably a wild camel coming to ask for milk again. Unfortunately, he came back late and didn't meet it.

After thinking about it, he told the old Uighur man about his feeding of the wild camel, and then said: "Uncle Aizimaiti, if it comes again in the future, just feed it two boxes of milk. Don't drive it away.

After drinking milk, he will leave on his own."

After listening to Chen Mu's words, the old Uighur nodded: "So that's what it's like, then I understand."

After a slight pause, he continued: "This is the first time I have seen a wild camel here. I didn't expect that there are wild camels in this desert. It looks like it got lost with the wild camels. It is dirty.

Pitiful."

When Chen Mu heard this, his heart moved. He quickly called up the black technology map in his mind and checked the location of the wild camel.

That guy was sleeping under a big rock at this time. He was motionless and looked lonely. He was really pitiful.

Chen Mu changed the search keyword "wild camel group" again, trying to help this guy find his family, but unfortunately there were no search results.

It seems like what the old Uighur said, this guy got lost with the wild camels, so he can only stay here alone.

"It's okay, I will take care of you!"

Chen Mu glanced at the direction of the wild camel and said something secretly. Then he speeded up and moved all the things he bought today into the business room with the Uyghur old man.

Nothing happened all night.

Early the next morning, Chen Mu was woken up by an old Uighur.

"Xiao Mu, the wild camel is here again and is outside. Go and have a look."

"ah?"

Chen Mu got up from the bed and ran to the door of the business room to take a look. He happened to see the wild camel standing in front of the window, looking motionless as if he was looking for something.

The business office was already open in the morning, the iron gate on the window had been closed, and the milk advertisement sticker was gone. This guy was probably looking for an advertisement.

"Are you here again?"

Chen Mu said hello, and the guy turned to look at Chen Mu and walked over slowly.

"Wait a moment, brother will get you some milk."

Chen Mu touched the guy's head, turned around and went back to get a big bowl, two more cartons of milk, and walked out again.

That big bowl has now become that guy's iron rice bowl. Chen Mu placed it in front of it, and it couldn't help but poke its head in and lick it twice before pouring the milk.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't be impatient, okay? You can't eat hot food if you're impatient... Well, you can't drink good fresh milk if you're impatient."

Chen Mu pushed the guy's head and prepared to pour the milk, but as soon as his hand touched the guy, he immediately felt that it was full of dirt and extremely dirty.

At this time, he consciously looked at the appearance of the guy, and found that the guy was covered in mud, as if he had just come out of an unknown mud pool.

After thinking for a while, Chen Mu said: "Why are you so dirty? How about we take a bath first and then drink milk?"

Wild Camel didn't know whether he understood Chen Mu's words, but he pouted and looked at Chen Mu without moving.

"Come on, come on, let's take a bath first and then drink milk!"

Chen Mu just did it, stood up, went over to turn on the water pump of the well, then waved to lead the wild camel to the open space, and directly pulled the water pipe to wash the wild camel.

The well water is so cool that it quickly washes away the mud on the wild camels.

The wild camel remained motionless and narrowed its eyes, showing a look of enjoyment.

Seeing this, Chen Mu simply did the job more thoroughly, and brought shower gel and a brush. He first applied it thickly to the wild camel, and then started to use the brush.

He tried to use his hands and feet as lightly as possible to avoid hurting the guy. It took half an hour to do this. When the front and back were brushed, the left, right and left sides were almost the same. Chen Mu felt that the guy seemed to be different. The hair was different.

The color has become much lighter.

Chen Mu stood very close to the wild camel and couldn't see clearly. However, after he washed away the foam on the wild camel with water, he finally saw clearly that the hair on the wild camel was actually white.

Damn...

How dirty are you?!

Chen Mu was about to continue washing the foam off the guy's body with water when he suddenly heard a "clang" sound coming from behind, and then he looked back in shock.

I saw the old Uyghur man who was carrying some scattered things with a face full of astonishment and looking here motionless, as if he had been hit by a freezing spell.

At this time, all the things in his hands fell to the ground, which was obviously the source of the previous noise.

Chen Mu didn't know what happened to the old Uyghur man, and was about to ask, but he didn't expect that the old Uyghur man suddenly bent his knees and knelt on the cement floor with a "snap" sound, which made people feel pain.

"Hu Da is the best..."

The old Uyghur man prostrated himself and began to worship. At the same time, he muttered something, apparently reciting scriptures.

Uh...what's going on?

Chen Mu couldn't figure it out, so he could only turn his head and look at the wild camel, which was still dripping with water.
Chapter completed!