More than ten years have passed, and the naughty ghost has become human, taller, his face has changed, his waist is bulging, his temples are a little gray, and he has a big back, like a rich businessman, with a Cantonese flavor in his words, and there is no trace of his hometown. When he was about to break into Min Haoran's office, he was stopped by his secretary Wan Chengying.

"County Magistrate Min, someone is looking for you. When he was about to get off work, the secretary Wan Chengying knocked softly on the door and entered, and his head squeezed in through the slightly open door.

"Who, I'm busy, does he have an appointment?" Min Haoran was looking at the document intently.

"No, but he said he was your classmate, with a southern accent, and he called you by your name, so he seemed to know him well. Wan Chengying came in cautiously and stood opposite Min Haoran in an orderly manner, waiting for Min Haoran to make it clear.

", where did I come from, there are no classmates in Xinjiang, how can there be any classmates in this small southern Xinjiang. These individuals are close to each other, and they can use any trick. Min Haoran raised his hand and continued to look at the documents in his hand. Wan Chengying willingly closed the door and retreated.

"It's not small, my county magistrate, and my brother is gone?" A ball-like person didn't wait for Wan Chengying to "roll into" Min Haoran's office in a hurry, and the sound was like a bell.

"Who are you, do you know the rules, knock on the door and come in. Min Haoran said angrily.

Min Haoran has seen a lot of various bosses. Some bosses are arrogant and wealthy, and if they don't put a small score to take a look, they will treat you, the 'yamen', as a practice stall, and don't take people in their eyes at all.

"Hehe, yes, there is the head of the county magistrate, I haven't seen him for many years, and I have been reborn. Open your eyes and take a good look at who I am. The visitor didn't mean to quit, but shook his ball-like head with a hippie smile in front of Min Haoran.

"I don't know. Min Haoran put down the materials in his hand, moved his wheelchair backwards, and stared straight at each other.

"Wolf-hearted guy, when the official becomes bigger, he looks down on us ordinary people? Look, keep your eyes open and give me a good look. The visitor propped his hands forward, and without hesitation, he stuffed the tightly bound clothes into his waist, and sat on the sofa without waiting for Min Haoran to greet him.

"I'm sorry, you don't have a big name engraved on your face, and I'm not a fortune teller, so I can't tell. Although Min Haoran had a sense of déjà vu for the comer, he just couldn't remember who it was, so he held his glasses with his hand and stared at the comer curiously.

"Tender is a short-lived ghost, and his forehead can't be killed and tender. The visitor laughed out loud after scolding in tongue.

"Are you...... , Wan-Qing-Guo?" Min Haoran was suspicious and stunned.

"I have a little conscience and can think of me. Wan Qingguo laughed again.

"Why are you here, how do you know I'm here, where have you been for so many years, brother, you want to kill me. Min Haoran quickly got up and moved, came to the front and hugged Wan Qingguo tightly.

"Well, it's a long story, it's hard to say. Seeing Min Haoran, who had not been seen for many years, Wanqing couldn't help but feel the state of affairs, and his eyes were moist.

"I'm still busy, so I'll have you rest, and we'll have a good talk in the evening. Min Haoran was overjoyed by Wan Qingguo's sudden appearance, but there were still many things to deal with at the moment, thinking that Wan Qingguo would not leave as soon as he came, so he asked people to settle him down first.

Wan Qingguo looked outside the door, there were still a few people waiting to ask Min Haoran for instructions, so he shook Min Haoran's hand tightly and followed Wan Chengying away.

In the evening, Min Haoran asked the secretary to help him buy fruits, meat and vegetables outside and take them to the apartment, and he wanted to have a good drink with Wan Qingguo alone.

"You kid has been walking for more than 20 years, just like the world has evaporated, and you can't find anyone if you want to avenge your kick? Min Haoran untied the plastic bags containing the vegetables one by one, tilted his head and squinted at Wan Qingguo with contempt. That year, it was Wan Qingguo who kicked him into the river.

It was when I was in the third grade of elementary school. There is a large beehive in the tree on the side of the road to school, and from time to time someone is stung by a bee.

When Zhao Ruyan, Min Haoran, Wan Qingguo, and Xiong Zhihao were passing by that day, a bee naughtily put down a poisonous needle in the skin of Zhao Ruyan's neck and ran away. Zhao Ruyan was so pained that she burst into tears, and Min Haoran ran home as if she had been beaten with chicken blood and ran to resist a urine scoop.

The urine scoop is a farm tool used in the countryside to splash pig urine into the field, and the handle is very long. Min Haoran directly covered the honeycomb with a urine scoop. However, I didn't dare to let go of it after covering it, for fear that the bees would run out. This made Min Haoran anxious, and several other people were helpless.

Seeing that class time was approaching, Min Haoran had no choice but to simply smash the honeycomb directly. The anxious bees can't be provoked, this time the calves are finished, and the swarms of bees that are boiling the pot like vampires fall on Min Haoran's head and bite wildly. Min Haoran was so stung that he rolled on the ground, screaming and screaming, and Xiong Zhihao took off his clothes and beat to no avail.

Wan Qingguo went up and kicked Min Haoran into the river next to him, and finally got rid of the entanglement of the bees, but Min Haoran's head turned into Zhu Bajie's head after a while.

When everyone went to see him after class, they saw that Min Haoran's face was swollen like a peeled winter melon, his hair had been cut to the surface of the moon by his mother with scissors, and his grapefruit-skinned head was covered with sugar. The folk remedy is white sugar, which can cure bee bites.

Min Haoran was lying on the bamboo bed and buzzing in pain, his eyes were like a thin blade cut into a small hole, and he couldn't see the eyeballs in the slits, and his funny appearance made Zhao Ruyan and them happy.

"Hmph, if it weren't for my kick, you would have been lying on that wilderness by now, if you don't repay the favor, forget it, revenge, ungrateful guy. Wan Qingguo smiled stupidly.

"It's not for you, the beehive on the side of the road is so big, people are stung by bees every day, haven't you also been stung, I'm for the people. Min Haoran saw Wan Qingguo's gloating evil smile and said angrily.

"It's as if you're talking about how noble you are. You are just a hero saving beauty, how many times have I been bitten and I haven't seen anything wrong with you, that time Zhao Ruyan was stung, as if she wanted your life, and went home to the urine scoop and served a honeycomb. Wan Qingguo took the cup handed over by Min Haoran, and dried up the wine after speaking.

"You are not the same, as soon as you were beaten by your mother, you went to my house's ridge (rice milling tools) and hid for a day, in order to eat my mother's fried eggs, and you did not return at night. If it weren't for my mother bringing you water and food, you don't know how many times you've starved to death. Min Haoran scoffed.

In fact, how did they know, Wan Qingguo's mother knew that Wan Qingguo hid under the ridge valley every time he was beaten, and every time he looked for him, she would deliberately pass by the ridge valley and peek at him, knowing that he was there and pretending to be looking for people everywhere, just afraid that Wan Qingguo would run around and pretend not to know.

"Do you remember, when you didn't know how to swim, you fell into the river and almost drowned, but fortunately a stranger passing by fished you out of the river, and you didn't dare to go home, so you spent the night in my house. Wan Qingguo said, looking up for another glass.

"Didn't I save you too, you rowed a big foot basin to the center of the river to pick water chestnuts, but the basin overturned, and I pulled you up with a bamboo pole. Min Haoran lifted the wine glass and drank it all.

"You lit the firewood stack that time, you were still lazy with me, so that I was killed by my parents. Wan Qingguo complained about Min Haoran.

At that time, a few children in the village were playing in the rice field. Min Haoran asked Wan Qingguo to bring foreign fire (matches, at that time, foreign products from the West were all with foreign characters, such as foreign cloth, foreign ash, and foreign oil) to light a fire and simmer sweet potatoes under the rice stack, but the smoke escaped from the fire, the fire chased the smoke, and set the entire rice stack on fire.

When the flowers are re-bloomed, people are no longer young. Min Haoran and Wan Qingguo, you say a word, tell each other about the past, reminisce about the bits and pieces of innocent childhood, laugh as they talk, laugh and cry again, nostalgic for 'yesterday', tears glistening.

"Hey, it's been more than 20 years, think about how ridiculous we were when we were kids. By the way, how do you know that I'm here, where have you been for so many years, your parents are crazy about you, uncles and aunts and their old people are okay. Min Haoran and Wan Qingguo had almost drunk, and their words were not clear, so they cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and the two of them lay on the sofa with their heads upright and continued to chat about the past.

"Don't mention it, there are blood and tears all the way. For so many years, my father has been wandering in search of me, and the year before last, he carried the 'Fangshi' to death. Ever since I was beaten away by my mother, my mother blamed herself and went crazy all day. After my father left, my mother couldn't stand the blow and chased after my father last year. I am an unfilial son, and I haven't seen the old man when he left. Wan Qingguo said as he spoke, covering his face and crying.

What makes people tired is not the distant mountains, but a grain of sand in their shoes, and their parents are the sand in the shoes of distant travelers, and their hearts ache. Life has always been like a person drinking water, cold and warm self-knowing, all a person's grievances, only in the arms of parents can fall apart, but when life struggles to the point that the soul can not be accommodated in other places, parents have been weathered and faltered, or no longer in the world, there are some differences, a farewell is a lifetime, saying goodbye is never able to see each other again.

"I left my hometown that year and got on the train alone. At that time, I hated my parents very much, hated that they always greeted me with bamboo sticks and beat me to death regardless of whether I was justified or not, indiscriminately, and I wanted to give them a 'lesson' through this way of leaving. Last year, I wanted to return to my hometown and surprise my parents, but when I returned to my hometown, I saw the graves of my parents, and I didn't know how painful the old people endured in the world and went away with hatred. ”

"I'm sorry for them, I'm undutiful. I heard from my family that my parents were in debt because they were looking for me everywhere, and they suffered a lot of white eyes from others. In order to take care of his crazy mother, his father's 'Fang Shi' carried his mother on one end and his line on the other, wandering in the alleys of the unfamiliar village. Only during the Chinese New Year go home to see if I have found my home. It's a pity to go back and lose once. My parents were very shabby, and a few of my closest relatives simply buried them, and there was not even a tombstone. ”

Wan Qingguo cried for a while, and intermittently told about the hardships along the way and the guilt of his parents.

When our parents say goodbye to us and the world, the pain is piercing, and I always want to escape from all kinds of dislikes, but now I am haunted by dreams and thoughts.

All tastes are life. Wan Qingguo is really unforgettable for those dark days. After he got on the train, he wanted to take the car and have fun, and get off when he had had enough. But Wan Qingguo, who was used to Min Haoran's 'ridge valley' after being beaten, got under the seat of the train as soon as he got on the train, and fell asleep after a while. When I woke up, it was dark outside, and the silence was terrible, and I only heard the "clang" train shouting.

The next day, I got out of the car with the flow of people and didn't know where I went. Because he couldn't speak Mandarin, others couldn't understand his hometown, and he couldn't even find his home, so he began to wander the streets. In the huge city, the traffic is busy, the rivers are endless, the crowds are surging, and the lonely and helpless Wan Qingguo is walking blankly on the unfamiliar street and looking around, not even a corner of peace.

In order to survive, Wan Qingguo scrambled to pick up garbage cans, steal buns from breakfast shops, and was chased and beaten, sleeping in the pipe, what kind of hardship he has suffered, what kind of tiredness he has suffered, and what kind of hardship he has endured. Especially in the cold winter wax moon, wrapped in some picked up shabby clothes, huddled in the cold bridge hole shivering. Later, he and a group of street children were taken to the construction site by a contractor foreman and started the work of moving bricks, and finally managed to make ends meet. With the spring breeze of reform, Wan Qingguo has become a well-known construction entrepreneur in Shenzhen step by step from a worker, foreman, and project manager.

"What about you, how did you come to such a remote place, are you okay after so many years?" After the grief, Wan Qingguo sat up and drank a sip of water, leaned on the sofa and handed Min Haoran a cigarette, and asked curiously.

"When I was young, I always wanted to go outside, and the farther away the better. I always think that my wings are hard, so I want to stay away from my parents' nest and prove that I have really grown up. Who knows that this departure, looking back, is almost 20 years. Min Haoran was not as good as Wan Qingguo's drinking, he was dizzy at this time, lying on the sofa and reluctant to get up, he raised his head slightly and lit the cigarette, spit out a smoke ring, and then asked, "Are you coming to see me?"

"When I went back to my hometown, I heard my aunt say that you are in Xinjiang, so come over to see if there are any development opportunities, of course, to see that you are the first priority. Wan Qingguo heard that Min Haoran was in southern Xinjiang and had finished his mother's filial piety for a year, so he came to Xinjiang.

"Okay, now that the western region is developing, we need entrepreneurs like you too much to help us develop. Jiangnan County is a large agricultural county, a large cotton county, and the industry is almost zero. Mainlanders describe us as 'heavy industry is a horseshoe, light industry is cotton, and service industry is haircuts', not to mention that it is very close to reality. Min Haoran said self-deprecatingly.

"Now that the western region is being developed on a large scale and various provinces and municipalities are assisting Xinjiang, Xinjiang has great prospects for development. Now the hometown has changed a lot, the cement road has been repaired to the door of the house, and the family has built two-story and three-story small houses and planted landscape trees. The party's policy is good, and the development of characteristic agriculture is supported and subsidized, and every household in our village has planted greenhouse grapes, and the income per mu can reach 40,000 or 50,000 yuan. Wan Qingguo said with a sigh.

"Hey, I haven't been back for many years, and I haven't taken the time to go back when my brothers and sisters get married, and I always feel that I owe too much to my family and feel guilty. The longer it passed, the more I felt sorry for my family, and the more I didn't dare to go home, afraid of seeing my mother's long-awaited and inseparable eyes. ”

Except for his grandmother and father who went home when they died, Min Haoran never returned. The knot of homesickness was like a soaked soybean, which swelled up in Min Haoran's heart for no reason, and let the tears rage.

Home, how many wanderers have left their hometowns and lonely figures, looking back and again, it is the parents who rely on each other hand in hand and do not want their children to leave.

Homesickness is also a doting love, a sour thought. Every time Min Haoran goes home, he always holds a handful of red clay from his hometown and brings it back to the place where he works and lives. When I miss home, I smell the earthy smell of my hometown, which is probably the inextricable homeland complex in my heart.

"What about Xiong Zhihao, did you contact him when you went back, and how is he now?"

"Don't mention it, I squatted and went, I heard that it was sentenced to more than 20 years. ”

"Ahh

"I heard from my classmates that this kid's business has become big, and the construction company has gone to the city and become a rich man. But when this kid's business became bigger, he forgot his roots, became arrogant, gathered a group of thugs to be security guards, and let Scar-Eye and Cross-Eyed serve as the security captain and vice captain to engage in forced demolition and construction. A few years ago, a father and son were killed in a forced demolition, and they were sentenced to be classified as an underworld organization. Scar-eye and cross-eyed were sentenced to life. ”

"Hey, it's a pity, Zhihao was naughty when he went to school, he was smart, but he ended up in prison, which shouldn't be. ”

Min Haoran and Wan Qingguo will lie down for a while, sit up for a while, you and I will talk about the years in their hometown, and before you know it, the sky will dawn.

The years are a deboning pig killing knife, and more than ten years are neither short nor long, but everyone's life is unrecognizable by it.

The next day, Min Haoran took Wan Qingguo to the countryside to experience the customs.

In the following days, Min Haoran arranged for Dilishati Maulak, deputy director of the ** office, to accompany Wan Qingguo to go around, and he still had a lot of things to deal with.

He also has an urgent matter on his hands, that is, Yuan Jing, secretary of the county party committee, arranged for him to upgrade and renovate his county, which is an important task arranged by Yuan Jing, the deputy county magistrate he took office.

Jiangnan County really needs to be transformed. There are few buildings in the whole county, the road is also dilapidated, there are piles of garbage on both sides of the road, there are human and animal manure, the wind blows, the sky is full of plastic bags, the people say that the sunny day is 'gray road', and the rainy day is 'cement road'.

However, Jiangnan County is a national-level poverty-stricken county, and its annual fiscal revenue is only a handful. The county town is upgraded, the plan is easy to get, where does the money come from?

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is sweeter than first love, in addition to the fruits of Xinjiang, there is also the enthusiasm of Xinjiang, which hooked the soul of Wan Qingguo.

Wan Qingguo, accompanied by Dilishati, went to see the Ingier Reservoir.

Yingjir Reservoir is the largest reservoir in Jiangnan County, carrying the irrigation task of most of the land in Jiangnan County. When the water is rich, the Ingier Reservoir is like the sea and cannot be seen at a glance, and a number of reeds are exposed on the water surface, just like a number of islands of large and small scattered on the water, and people also call it "Thousand Island Lake". The water hyacinth in the lake blooms with small pink flowers, adding a touch of romance to the reservoir. There are groups of mallard ducks swimming in the water, which has a unique water town style.

When the dry season comes, the reservoir is divided into several small reservoirs of different sizes by the terrain, and many people take advantage of the dry season to climb the "small island" to look for wild duck eggs for fun.

The driver drove along the whitish area towards the center of the lake. Where the whitish place is a sign that the ground should be dry and hard, the driver thought. It was also the first time he had driven into a reservoir. But no one thought that the whitening was an illusion, just the surface was dry, in fact, the bottom was semi-dry and not wet silt, and when it was about to approach a small island, the car was trapped.

The silt in the reservoir is not like the mud in the ground, the mud layer does not know how deep it is, and the deeper the wheels turn, the deeper it sinks. Due to the remoteness of the reservoir and the lack of mobile phone signal, it is really impossible to call the earth and the earth, and the three of them are helpless. Wan Qingguo had never seen this formation, so he couldn't help but be a little scared.

"Director Di, you and Mr. Wan are waiting here a little, I'll go find someone to help. The driver said guiltily, after all, he drove the car in, as an old driver, he shouldn't have made such a mistake, but he was careless.

"Okay. Dilishati glared at the driver and replied angrily.

Two hours passed, and I saw a walk-behind tractor slowly approaching. The driver wanted to use a tractor to pull the car out, but the silt in the lake was not so easy to deal with, it was sticky, like a magnet that sucked the wheels and let it be dragged. The rope was broken, and the car just wouldn't come out.

Wan Qingguo and Di Lixiati's hearts fell down again.

"Basilik (leader), Chadak yok (no problem), I'll call some more villagers. After the tractor driver finished speaking, he rubbed the dirt off his hands, slowly took out the iron box, poured Mo Heyan into the torn newspaper, wiped some saliva on his lips and rolled it up.

What else can be done, but this way. More than two hours have passed. I saw more than a dozen peasants hurrying here with shovels and wooden frames.

The farmer dug up the mud from the side of the wheels and prepared to put the wood under the wheels, but when he dug this side, the car sank down again, and half of the car was almost in. The peasants again adopted the method of tractor pulling in front and peasants pushing in the back, but it was still unsuccessful.

The sun was about to set, and Di Lixiati and Wan Qingguo were as anxious as ants on a hot pot, not knowing what to do. Everyone was tired, so they sat cross-legged on the ground and smoked Mohe cigarettes, and after a while, they lit the wolf smoke like wet wood. Mo Heyan is strong enough to relieve fatigue!

"Jumahong's family has a large Dongfanghong bulldozer with high horsepower, which uses chain rails, which should be able to pull the car up. A villager said.

"Is Jumahon far away? It's getting dark. Dilishati asked weakly.

"Not far away, oh...... Yada, a truncated section of the long tooth. The farmer threw away his finger-burning cigarette butt and replied in a procrastinating voice.

"Oh Yada" means "just that place." As for how far it is, it depends on how long the drag is. If the drag is particularly long, it is estimated that you will not be able to reach it within two hours of walking.

When asking for directions in Xinjiang, the Uyghurs use "Oh Yada", while the general answer of other ethnic groups is "not far, go straight and straight...... It's just here". If the sound is long, it's better to take a taxi at this time, otherwise you won't be able to arrive tomorrow.

Fortunately, the farmer's procrastination was not long, and Dilishati estimated the distance of half an hour from the procrastination.

"Try it. "It can only be used as a dead horse doctor, Di Lixiati stood up helplessly, patted the dust on his buttocks, and called Min Haoran to walk towards the 'island'.

It was twelve o'clock in the evening. In the hot summer of southern Xinjiang, the nights were as cold as late autumn, and the common people lit the wood they brought, and everyone gathered in a circle to roast the fire. The car did not pull up, and the people did not go back, vowing to 'share weal and woe' with Wan Qingguo and them.

The bulldozer is finally here.

The bulldozer can't go down, or it will get trapped. Fortunately, the driver had an extra heart, brought the steel ropes from other farmers' houses, connected them into a long rope of more than 500 meters, and finally pulled the car out of the mud, and the farmers cheered.

"Director Di, the car is stuck in our reservoir today, and only I can pull out this car, which means that I have a fate with Boss Wan, and I want you to come to our house as a guest." Jumahon jumped down from the cockpit to Dilishati and smiled innocently.

"Mr. Wan, you are from the south, how about experiencing the customs of our Uyghur people?" Di Lixiati looked at Wan Qingguo expectantly.

"No, no, no, this is not good, I have already troubled you so much, how dare I bother you again. Wan Qingguo waved his hand and postponed.

Wan Qingguo wanted to experience the local ethnic customs, and he had also heard that the folk customs of the Uygur people were very interesting, but today's incident was troublesome, and so many people enthusiastically came to help him, and he always felt that he couldn't get it.

"Oh jooo (oops), Mr. Wan, you don't understand this, the Uyghurs have a habit, everyone who comes is a guest, not to mention that you are from the south, you are our guest, if you don't go, Jumahon will think that you look down on him. Dilishati kept it again and again.

"This ...... That...... Well, it's better to be respectful than to obey. Wan Qingguo politely agreed.

Jumahon was one of those who became rich first. In the early days of reform and opening up, he started a sheep sales business, and after having savings, he bought Dongfanghong bulldozer and started a contracted earthwork business.

His house is the best house in the village, a bit like a courtyard house, but the architectural style is different, because there is little rain in southern Xinjiang, and the houses built are all flat-roofed. In the center of the courtyard, a circle of bricks is built on a flower wall, and the roses planted in the flower wall are blooming with red, white, and pink flowers, and there is a fig clustered among the flowers.

When he first arrived at the door of Jumahun's house, Wan Qingguo thought that Jumahun's house was no different from other villagers, but it was bigger. But as soon as he entered the house, Wan Qingguo was dumbfounded.

This is a house, this is a palace, there are all kinds of high-end electrical appliances, and all kinds of dried fruits are placed on the coffee table in the middle of the leather sofa.

Wan Qingguo looked up, the roof was first made of beams made of the same size and shape of the whole huge tree, about two feet apart, the beams were carved with national characteristic patterns, and then matched with colorful lacquer patterns. In the middle of the beams are small wooden rafters of the same size, one by one.

"This roof is a whole, and after the bottom is done, the whole is lifted upside down and buckled upside down, and this roof is worth more than a house. To see whether the peasants are rich or not, we only need to look at two things, one is the door, and the other is the top. Seeing Wan Qingguo focusing on the roof, Dilishati introduced him to the characteristics of rural house building.

The walls are made of ethnic plaster patterns, and although the floor tiles are pasted, a thick carpet is also laid on the floor tiles.

"This carpet is also valuable, hand-woven from pure wool. Dilishati introduced as he walked.

After Jumahong brought a sheep and handed it to the villagers, he invited Wan Qingguo and them to sit down in the back room, and after cleaning their hands, they tasted the dried fruits.

Several villagers were skillful in their movements, and they slaughtered the sheep and skinned them in three strokes and five divisions. Uyghurs do not eat sheep blood, and a puddle of blood bubbles in the place where the sheep is slaughtered. Sheep slaughtering is the Uyghur people's specialty, and every man will, especially when it comes to the Gulbang Festival, every family has to slaughter sheep.

Jumahon's Yokokako is a typical Uyghur beauty, wearing a colorful Adelaide silk dress, her nails are red with plant pink, and her skin is whiter and tenderer, and she sometimes brings yogurt, ramen, boiled mutton, and roast mutton.

The habit of the Uyghur people is to serve the meals one by one, and then serve another after eating, and the more you go to the back, the more exciting it is. If you don't understand this habit, you will be full of one or two dishes in front of your gluttony, and when the delicious food comes later, you can only stare at your belly and watch others eat greedily.

Wan Qingguo is like this, he is full after a few meals, and if he eats again, the row of buttons in front of his shirt will be angry and strike. He was most worried about his pants, the belt had been loosened several times, and if he was loose, he would have to carry his pants home.

"From now on, this is a roast whole lamb, which is to welcome the most precious guests, you start by cutting a small piece on the head of the sheep and tasting it first. The two brought in, a golden-roasted sheep was placed in front of Min Haoran, and another person followed in with a case of wine. Di Lixia handed over a Bi jacket to Min Haoran. At this time, the villagers who were busy working outside came in one by one and sat down cross-legged.

Wan Qingguo held the jacket with a sad face and did not move.

"Come on, Mr. Wan, cut a small piece and taste it. Di Lixiati saw Wan Qingguo holding the knife and did not move, so he hurriedly urged.

Wan Qingguo 'painfully' hugged his stomach and straightened up, moved to the roast whole sheep, skimmed a piece of meat that was too small to be small, and put it in his own Fluttershy.

Jumahon took two bottles of wine from the box and handed them to Dilishati along with the two glasses on the plate. A napkin is padded underneath the glass to prevent the glass from spilling.

At this time, the two villagers saw that the 'ceremony' of roasting the whole sheep had ended, and carried the whole roasted sheep out and chopped it into pieces.

"This cup, I respect Mr. Wan, you come to us, it means that our village is blessed. No guest from such a far away has ever come to our village, and you are the big boss who will surely bring wealth to our village. Di Lixiati picked up one cup by himself, and handed the other cup to Wan Qingguo, and then Di Lixiati said "thank you" and raised his neck and drank it all.

"Thank you so much, your enthusiasm will be unforgettable for me. Wan Qingguo was very excited and drank it vigorously.

"Thanks, Manda doesn't look like he buys more than 10,000 total. Jumahon laughed.

"Thank you means to do it, and it means not to buy more. The Uyghur people have a habit of drinking the wine glass and not 'raising fish'. Dilishati translated as he nibbled on a leg of mutton. Wan Qingguo picked up the cup and dried it, and his stomach bulged a little more.

"This cup is drunk by Jumahong and Mr. Wan, and the two of you are married because of the car, and you need wine to get married. Dilishati said as he poured his wine, and then handed the cups in the tray to Wan Qingguo and Jumahon.

"Thanks," Jumahon said as he poured the wine down his throat and swallowed it to his stomach with a thud.

Wan Qingguo's face was embarrassed, he had never drunk like this, this glass of wine was estimated to be at least two taels, I don't know if the pants can stand it.

"Thanks, thanks. The other villagers laughed in unison.

Wan Qingguo really couldn't resist the enthusiasm of the villagers, so he did it 'obediently'. In order to free his pants, Wan Qingguo ran to the bathroom to relax his stomach.

Two wine glasses staggered in each one. Every time the collocation is different, try to drink with each other once, most of the villagers drink too much and consciously lie down on the side of the kang. A few people were interested, picked up the musical instruments of Jumahon's house and began to play and sing.

After eating, drinking, and bouncing for a while, seeing that Wan Qingguo was almost drunk, and he couldn't speak clearly, just as a box of wine was gone, Di Lixiati proposed to end. Everyone wiped the fat on their mouths with their hands, then crossed their hands under their armpits to rub off the mutton fat on their hands, and pulled up the sleeping villagers to get up and get off the kang to look for shoes.

At this time, Wan Qingguo took out a wad of banknotes from his handbag and prepared to give 200 to each person and 1,000 to Jumahong as a token of gratitude, but none of the peasants accepted them. Wan Qingguo looked at Di Lixiati and shook the banknote in his hand, meaning to ask him to ask the farmer to accept it.

"Mr. Wan, although our people here are not rich, they will not accept it. The common people are very clear, helping is helping, earning money is earning money, and there will be no money for helping. Di Lixiati said to Wan Qingguo.

"Then I won't be able to get away with it, you tell them about it again, and let them take it. Wan Qingguo still insisted.

"The Uyghur Han people are a big family, we don't need money to help, we want 'five mutuals'. Dilishati translated a peasant's words to Wan Qingguo.

Wan Qingguo saw that the villagers didn't accept it, so he stuffed the money back and went down to the kang to look for shoes.

On the way back, Di Lixiati told Wan Qingguo many about Uyghur traditions.

"If you can't finish eating something, don't throw it away, you can put it in a clean place or on a stone and leave it for those who need it......"

"No matter how poor the Uyghurs are, they can't be beggars, so we don't usually see anyone asking for food. If you are so poor that you can't open the pot, your neighbors will reach out and give you a hand......"

"If you go to a farmer's house to sit, they will give you the best to eat, and if you don't, they will think that you look down on him......"

Wan Qingguo respects the simple folks.