There is a bottom in the abyss, and the hearts of the three inches are immeasurable. The greatest evil of human nature is that you can't see the good of others, and you never know how much malice those who seem to be close to you in your life will have behind you.

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"Secretary Min, yesterday there was a big incident in our township, do you know it, this matter is related to you. Yingergul sat on the back of the motorcycle and asked Min Haoran.

"I don't know, what's the matter?" Min Haoran was in a bad mood these days, his tone was frosty, and he drove on the village road behind the motorcycle with Yingerguli. The road was uneven, and the bumpy Yingerguli made a few 'oops' sounds from time to time.

The organization sent him to exercise, not to learn to cheat. He originally wanted to cherish the opportunity given by the organization to study agricultural knowledge and grassroots work methods in the rural areas, but he did not expect that the rural work in Bozilab Township would look like this.

"Did the deputy head of our township call you yesterday to invite you to the funeral of a colleague?" asked Yingergul sadly. Seeing Min Haoran sullen all day long, Yingerguli felt bad in her heart. Especially the matter she wants to tell Min Haoran now, which makes her worry.

"Yes, I had something to do then, and I told him I didn't have time. Min Haoran didn't know what was going on. It was a Monday, and it was also the traditional Bazar Day in the village of Pozirap. On this day, the villagers basically went to the bazaar, and there was nothing to do in the village, just a friend from the county came to visit Min Haoran.

There is a shop on the street at the entrance of the township, and occasionally it is also a business for cooking and receiving guests. Min Haoran's friends and shopkeepers were also very familiar, so they invited Min Haoran and his friends to the store for lunch. In the process of waiting for the meal to be cooked, the shopkeeper had nothing to do, and the three of them played 'fighting the landlord' with Min Haoran and his friends.

This day coincided with the funeral of the father of a cadre in the animal husbandry station, the father of a Uygur worker in the animal husbandry station died, and Bian Yinglong organized the cadres in the township to attend the funeral. When Bian Yinglong called Min Haoran, Yingerguli and other township cadres were nearby.

The funeral of the Uyghur people is a solemn and solemn ceremony.

Funerals are prevalent in earth burial, advocating quick burial, and the body is generally sent to the cemetery on the same day after death with "Tawuti" (an iron frame specially used to carry the corpse), and the burial is dug for burial, without a coffin, without any burial goods, and pursues the principle of "clean come, clean and clean".

Before the funeral, one or two elders are generally asked to clean the body of the deceased, and after purification, wrap the body in a new white cloth, wrap the male with three layers, and the female with five layers. No one else is allowed to enter the body during the cleansing, and the funeral is reported to relatives and friends only after the cleansing.

Uyghur people do not want to die in other places or in wards, even if they are far away, they have to do everything possible to transport the corpses back to their hometowns for burial.

Uyghur graves are generally two meters long, one meter wide, and two meters and a half deep, and a cave is dug on one side of the pit, and a pit is built inside the cave, and the corpses are placed on the pit. After the body is placed, the entrance to the cave is sealed with clods of earth, and the burial can be done on the day of burial, and the family builds a burial mound on the later sacrifice day (there are also those that repair the tomb in advance for backup).

The burial mound is mostly rectangular, rarely circular, and the cemetery is surrounded by a wall, and livestock are not allowed to enter, and it is not allowed to dig for soil.

On this day, Bian Yinglong, as the township leader in charge of animal husbandry, took the lead in organizing everyone to attend the funeral of his colleague's father.

There was a large elm tree in front of the store, and a large board bed was propped up under the elm tree. Township cadres have nothing to do, and they love to gather on the big plank bed to enjoy the cool and chat. On this day, everyone habitually sat on the big board bed and gathered.

While waiting, Bian Yinglong went into the store to buy a pack of cigarettes. Seeing the shopkeeper coming out of the room and asking the shopkeeper who was in the house, the shopkeeper casually talked about playing cards with Min Haoran.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention. Bian Yinglong took the secretary of the Township Commission for Discipline Inspection to take a sneak peek, returned to the big bed, and found a loud noise like a new continent, Min Haoran secretly hid in the store to gamble during work hours.

"Crooked Jiang (disdainful of saying), what are you doing, you are gambling with the landlord. Yingergul deliberately raised her voice and dragged it out.

"You're very well-informed, you also know this, do you have a habit of stalking others?" Min Haoran was surprised that Yingergul knew about it.

"When Township Chief Bian called you, he was in front of the house where you were playing cards. He knew that you were playing cards, and there were many township leaders and cadres with him, and he deliberately dragged the township discipline inspection secretary to secretly watch you play cards, and after coming out, he shouted that you were gambling in front of everyone. Yingerguli scoffed at Bian Yinglong's insidious approach, and was indignant at this malicious slander of others, especially her sweetheart.

"Why did Township Chief Bian do this?" Min Haoran was shocked. He understood that such a thing would ferment like a plague when people with ulterior motives added oil and vinegar to it.

I was in a bad mood, but after listening to Yingerguli's words, I was even more angry, and stopped the motorcycle under a big willow tree by the canal, wanting to ask the ins and outs of Yingerguli's matter.

"I don't understand this, he just wants the villagers to know that you are playing cards and gambling during work hours, which will affect you. Inguli jumped out of the back seat, took off the cloth hat on her head with one hand and shook it in the wind, and with the other she removed the Adelaide that covered her face. She knew that this matter would become a good material for a group of people to chew the root of their tongues, so she complained about Min Haoran and said angrily.

There will always be 'three shifts' in a collective, one shift to do, one shift to watch, and one shift to make trouble.

Flies never think of their world as dirty. There are so many people in the township, their hearts are bigger than the sky, the amount is smaller than the ants, the cowhide blows through the sky, they die at work, they have no ideas, they can't do the big things, they don't want to do the small things, and they think they are born politicians. It seems that whoever speaks dirtier and more eloquent, who controls other people's privacy more and more capable, and who laughs more treacherously and greatly. Especially Shi Xiaorong, nicknamed 'Dead Smile', belongs to the 'big brother' level in this pile.

Shi Xiaorong has sharp-beaked monkey cheeks, two thin mustaches like fluff, eunuch-like voice, when he speaks, he hiccups while talking and laughs to himself, the two fluffs on his mouth keep trembling, the gums turn outward, revealing a few loose fangs washed by black mulberry pulp, his eyelids blink with lightning, plus his hands are dancing, like a mouse that has twitched like a drug to death. These people love to see his dead smile.

Yingerguli was also talked about by them, especially how she and Min Haoran were. Once, a few people gathered in a house and were making fun of her and Min Haoran.

Just as Shi Xiaorong said, "Yingerguli, this girl has a good figure, her front is convex and backwards, looking at Shuang Qiuzi, Secretary Min's eyes are stunned when she looks at her, and every time she sees his soul, she has taken it away", and was about to laugh like death, Yingerguli who passed by outside the door and heard it was furious.

"Kumisako (what are you doing), who are you talking about, is the spoon off you? Yingergul kicked the door in and scolded them, and Shi Xiaorong was scolded and kept silent.

Since then, their hooks have loosened (scared) a little, and they are afraid that Yingerguli will sue Min Haoran, so they don't dare to talk about them anymore.

"Hehe, in fact, a friend from the county came to see me yesterday, and lunch was not cooked yet, so I played casually to pass the time, where is gambling. Min Haoran sat down by the ditch as he spoke, took off his cap and fanned it indiscriminately, and the mood for work was gone. He was deeply surprised by Bian Yinglong's actions, usually he and Bian Yinglong got along well, I didn't think he had any bad intentions, and he didn't defend him, but he didn't expect Bian Yinglong to put such an oolong.

"You should pay attention in the future, the cadres in the township have complicated thoughts, there are many villains, and now everyone knows that you play cards and gamble during work hours. It doesn't affect you very well. Yingergul was sad and sat down next to Min Haoran. She knew that when the assessment came to the end of the year, some people would make a fuss about this matter, which would be very unfavorable to Min Haoran.

"Yingerguli, some people have the mentality of 'being ugly', regard those who are stronger than themselves as 'enemies', and those who are weaker than themselves as 'friends', and there are no absolute gentlemen and villains in the world. Besides, whether it is a gentleman or a villain, you don't have to care, in the end the villain and the villain will get together to pinch each other, the gentleman and the gentleman will gather strength to struggle, all we can do is to be a gentleman to the gentleman, to be a ninja to the villain, there is no darkness in the bottom of the heart, and there is sunshine everywhere. Min Haoran said some philosophical principles of "Xiang Ugly", where can Yingerguli understand.

"I don't understand what you mean?" Seeing Min Haoran's angry appearance, Yingerguli looked at him blankly and asked solemnly.

"Slowly you will understand that one day, you will be smoothed out by life, swallow all your temper, learn to smile at the people you hate, and then become a quiet person. What you need to understand now is to do your own thing in principle, because in the eyes of a gentleman you are a gentleman, in the eyes of a villain you will always be a villain, and you can't change it. People's hearts are limited, if you can't let go of hate, you can't pretend to be love, you don't care about the villain, in fact, you also let go of yourself, you care about the villain, and you lose in the end. Time is so precious, leave it to people who don't get tired of getting along. Min Haoran's reasoning seemed to be told to Yingergul, but he was actually comforting himself and suppressing the anger in his heart.

"My secretary, do you praise me or scold me? "Yingergul was displeased. In Yingerguli's heart, a gentleman is a noble person, a pure person, a person who is free from low-level interests, a villain is a treacherous person, a cunning person, and a morally corrupt person.

"When fishermen catch crabs, there is only one crab in the basket that has to be covered to prevent it from crawling out, but there are too many crabs and they don't need to cover it. Because whoever tries to climb out will be pulled down by other crabs. Villains, like crabs, will pull each other in a basket, and if you understand this, you will understand what I mean, so figure it out. Go, go back, rest today. Min Haoran can only explain it this way. He was in a terrible mood, so he turned off his motorcycle and hunched Yingergul back to his hometown.

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In order to eliminate the fear of inferiority in their hearts, they regard people who are better than themselves as imaginary enemies.

Being a man wins in the pattern and loses in the calculation, the heart is small, the world is small, the heart is big, the world is big. Summer insects can't be silent, it's better to give way to the dog than to quarrel with the dog, hate a person, don't need to turn your face. Thinking like this, Min Haoran disdained Bian Yinglong's tricks.

However, the tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop, Bian Yinglong is just dead, but he also sang a double reed play smartly.

"Hello Secretary Min, are you in the village? Come to hang (lie) my noisy (chat) Hasa, I got a (not) married goat baby to eat, strong body. One afternoon, when he was about to get off work, Min Haoran received a call from Bian Yinglong. Bian Yinglong on the other end of the phone was sincere, and his words were touching.

Min Haoran didn't care much about Bian Yinglong's haunt. Today, he was suddenly asked to eat lamb, and Min Haoran wanted to see what medicine was sold in Bian Yinglong's gourd, so he readily agreed.

Bian Yinglongsheng has a fat head, short ears and big eyes, his face has become a hook egg (to describe fat), his eyes are about to pop out of his sockets, his belly is bigger than the belly of a pregnant woman who is pregnant in October, and his limbs are split like a turtle when he walks, swaying from side to side, unhurried, and he has worked in the township for many years and is in charge of animal husbandry.

I don't know how many sheep the peasants ate for nothing. Min Haoran worries about Bian Yinglong every time he sees him, worried that Bian Yinglong will accidentally give birth to a litter of lambs.

Of course, Bian Yinglong can't give birth to a litter of lambs, but his mother-in-law is amazing.

One day, Bian Yinglong took her mother-in-law, who was pregnant with Liujia, to the village to eat sheep and babies to replenish her body. On the way back, Ben didn't reach the due date, maybe he ate too much to hold on, and his mother-in-law "oops" A pair of twins were squeezed out of their stomachs and fell to the ground by the meat of the sheep baby.

Such a smooth production is a good material for Shi Xiaorong's political speeches, and he often 'praises' Bian Yinglong for marrying a "bullish" mother-in-law, and giving birth to a child is smoother than a chicken laying eggs. Since then, the 'bullish' sister-in-law has spread in the township.

"Secretary Min, what are you doing... I was very energetic, and I was tired and thin. Persuade yourself deeply that the work cannot be done in a moment or two, and come slowly. Bian Yinglong crossed his hands on his knees, palms facing outward, sitting straight, and his posture gave Min Haoran the feeling of a Hongmen banquet, crying without smiling.

This is not to blame him, the pimple meat on his face does not give face. Even if you smile sincerely, you can't laugh, and your laughing muscles can't lift the heavy flesh bumps on your face.

"Unlike you, I have experience in my work and am familiar with it, I have to learn from you little by little, explore slowly, and always lag behind and drag everyone back without working hard. Min Haoran responded casually while eating. Min Haoran was not used to eating mutton, but after a while, the meat of a goat was stuffed into his fat belly by Bian Yinglong.

After Bian Yinglong finished eating, he wiped the shiny fat from his mouth with his hand. In order to make his swollen stomach more comfortable, Bian Yinglong slapped his belly "dong dong", trying to smooth the mutton in his belly, and then burped, presumably the meat had been smoothed.

"Secretary Min, these bad hooks in the township are asking for children, Buddha (Hu) eats Buddha and drinks Buddha and says, Huli Ma Tang (messy) has a lot of things, you have to pay attention to Hayi. There's something I really don't understand, some of the hook Angfo (said) You often gamble at work, and I'm shocked. After Bian Yinglong finished speaking, he looked at Min Haoran thoughtfully. Maybe the legs of the glasses were pinched into Bian Yinglong's flesh like a zongzi hemp rope and felt uncomfortable, and after speaking, he raised his gold-wire glasses, looking forward to Min Haoran's reaction and response.

"Hehe, yes, okay, thank you for the reminder, I'll pay attention in the future. I hope that Township Chief Bian will remind him to take care of it in the future. Min Haoran smiled lightly after speaking, and there was no special reaction.

This is something Bian Yinglong did not expect. What he thought was that Min Haoran was young, had no social experience, and the city government was not deep, so he should be grateful for his flattery.

"Moma, quack Siqing (no problem, small thing), I am this messy person, familiar inside and out, you have something to do. Bian Yinglong is accustomed to saying insincere nonsense.

Bian Yinglong's Xinjiang Mandarin.

In the past Silk Road, merchants from all walks of life, literati and scholars exchanged and blended, so that Xinjiang people speak Mandarin not only local 'rustic', but also all over the country'' 'temper', as well as foreign 'riot', especially the tongue bounce used in speech is like a unique skill, without ten years of skills can not be practiced, giving birth to a unique and full of charm of 'Xinjiang Mandarin', everyone calls it 'Xinjiang Putonghua'.

After returning from Bian Yinglong, Min Haoran returned to the dormitory, thinking back to what Bian Yinglong said today, he felt really ridiculous. The thief shouts to catch the thief, there are really people in the world who are so despicable that they scold themselves, is the human heart really so complicated and dark.

Min Haoran lay on the bed and closed his eyes in contemplation, and unconsciously the figure of Yingerguli appeared in his mind again. Yingerguli's graceful body is charming and charming, occasionally wearing a V-shaped Adelaide dress without an inch of more than an inch seems to be a fairy descending to earth, the slightly curly thick long hair is sometimes pulled up into a bun, sometimes draped like a waterfall, how to be at the mercy of how good-looking, a white and tender glance at the ravine on the chest looms, the bulging sides are full of elasticity, and they are about to come out. Min Haoran always felt that Yingerguli's eyes on him were different from others, there was water, electricity, and light in it, and the burning heat made the heart rate accelerate, and it was difficult to control.