Min Haoran never dreamed that Maimaitijan Dawut was Yingergul's father.

Yingerguli is a Uygur cadre in Pozilab Township, southern Xinjiang County, who looks rare (likes), blinking eyebrows, tall, fair skin, long eyelashes, high nose bridge is like embedding a straight Hetian jade, white and warm, deep eye sockets under the eyebrows and bangs hide a pair of shiny black grapes, coveted, thin lips contain pearls like corn kernels neatly arranged teeth, the corners of the mouth are slightly upturned, not crying is laughing, college graduates are assigned to work in Pozirap Township.

"Yingergul, you can't do this, what do your parents think, I'll go to your house." After Min Haoran finished speaking, he stuffed the envelope into Yingerguli's hand and pushed her out of the office.

Yingerguli came to Min Haoran according to her father's wishes. Yingergul's family planted 40 acres of commercial land last year. Due to the good market of cotton, the rent of the land has increased more than ten times, and he can't get so much money for a while, so he wants Yingerguli to say goodbye to Min Haoran and pay the rent half a year late.

The point of contact between Yingergul and Min Haoran is Eleven Village. Each village in Pozilab commune has three names. One is the geographical name, which is generally named after crops, terrain, etc., such as Kaiwaizi (cotton) village, Qiyu (red date) village, and Kumu Kusar (sandbag) village. The other is the name of the inspirational spirit when "*****", such as Pioneer Village, Hongqi Village, and Combat Village. And then there is the name of the name in Arabic numerals for ease of remembering. Therefore, the eleventh village is also called Hongqi Village and Kaiwaizi Village.

The mutual restraint of people is not their voice, appearance, speech and demeanor, but whether they can meet their hearts with their eyes and hearts, and rub out the spark of their souls. The first time Yingerguli saw Min Haoran, she felt a spark in her heart, and she had an indescribable feeling for this young leader from the south, every time she saw Min Haoran, her cheeks were always crimson, and from time to time she brought some dried fruits and fruits from home for Min Haoran to eat.

Every time he went to the village, Min Haoran sat behind the "Kick 125" Yingerguli, who was Min Haoran's translator and taught Min Haoran to speak Uyghur.

Walking out of the office, Min Haoran kicked the '125' a few times, and the '125' roared "gurgling". '125' was thinking that Min Haoran and Yingergul had been busy for a day, and now they could rest, and reluctantly spat out a puff of green smoke. When the smoke cleared, Yingergul habitually stepped into the back seat of '125' and drove home, spun up the dust all the way.

Yingergul took out the Adelaide silk scarf and wrapped her face tightly to prevent sand and soil. Adelaide silk is a unique product with ethnic characteristics in Xinjiang, and it is also a favorite thing of Uygur women.

Adelaide is made of silk, without adding any auxiliary textile raw materials, natural plant dyeing, harmless to the human body and skin, and has a certain health care effect, is a traditional handicraft product in Xinjiang.

Adelaide tie-dyeing technology is unique, soft texture, light and elegant, the pattern is layered, the layout is symmetrical, the combination is rigorous, the color is gorgeous, its weaving, dyeing and weaving process is extremely complex, all the processes are completed by the craftsman manually, and the labor intensity is high.

Because of the bright colors, beautiful colors, wide variety of colors and patterns, Uygur girls, girls, middle-aged and elderly women love to use it as dresses or scarves, and it is also a souvenir favored by tourists.

Yingerguli's father, Mai Maitijiang, held Min Haoran's hand tightly with both hands, and welcomed Min Haoran into the house cordially. It is customary for Uyghurs to shake hands when they meet and greet each other. Men and women pay attention to 'no kiss', men and men hold hands, women and women hold hands, men and women only need to bend the bow slightly. To this day, barbershops in the countryside are generally separate for men and women. If it is a relative or close friend, the man and the woman can shake hands, and the woman and the woman can also perform a close ceremony.

Yingergul's family is not wealthy, it should be said that it only solves the problem of food and clothing.

The house is a wood-paneled sandwich house, that is, the shape of a house is first built with wooden branches, and then pasted with mud. In front of the house is a large fenced yard. There was a sheepfold on the left side of the courtyard, and three prodigal sheep bleated at the people. The sheep also recognized life, and when they saw strangers, they bleated non-stop, as if they were calling their owners to guard against thieves and not to lose them.

A trellis of wood and branches was built on the front of the house, which was connected to the house. In a corner of the yard, a donkey was gnawing on wheat grass on the ground with its head hanging its head. Beside it, a donkey cart was parked that was inseparable from it. The donkey cart looks old, and the wooden wheels are reinforced.

There is also a barbed wire cage on the roof with dozens of pigeons. Two logs were erected on the sides of the cage, and a branch was nailed horizontally to the top of the wood for the pigeons to rest. On the side of the earthen wall, there is a simple wooden ladder that is about to fall apart, so that people can feed the pigeons up and down.

Although the house is a little dilapidated, the house is still clean. Min Haoran only looked at Yingerguli's family environment and didn't pay too much attention to her parents.

Yingergul's mother took a mattress from the house and spread it on the clay kang at the door, and then spread a cloth sheet in the middle of the clay kang and put fruit on it. A mattress is equivalent to a stool, and a sheet of cloth is equivalent to a table.

Yingergul's father, Maimaitijan, walked out of the house with an abduwa (washing kettle) in his right hand, a water tray in his left hand, and a towel on his arm.

In Uyghur etiquette, the first thing to welcome guests into the door is for the host to smile and humbly invite the guests to clean their hands three times with Abduwa. When the guest cleans his hands, he should not shake the water, but put the water in his hands into the water tray, which will shake off the blessings, luck, and wealth. It is not a close relative, but when the hands are cleaned, the man serves the man, and the woman serves the woman.

The abduwa used for hand purification is made by hand with hammers and mallets. There are no drawings and no molds in the whole process, and it all depends on the wisdom and ingenuity of the craftsmen. The neck of the pot is as big as a vase, the curve is rounded, the shape is beautiful, the mouth is thin and curved, the water is poured smoothly, and the grip is on the top, which is convenient to tilt.

The handpot is made of carved metal (mostly red copper) processing technology, and the body of the pot is chiseled with patterns, and the patterns are mostly taken from Badam, Anar Guli (pomegranate flowers), and Totkurakgul (four-petal flowers), which are foiled by geometric ornaments, showing a strong national style and local characteristics, which can be called a fine art.

The water tray looks like a flat face plate, and there is a round pocket like a spider's belly under it, and the workmanship is as exquisite as a kettle.

The kits are durable, rust-free, and can be used for generations, and can now be found in rural areas for hundreds of years. Because of the exquisite workmanship and unique shape, it is often used as craft ornaments at home.

Min Haoran reached out and cleaned it three times, scooped the water in his hand into the tray, then pulled off the towel to dry his hands, said "hot and maiti", and moved his ass to the earthen kang.

"Taga (uncle), is it you? is it really you, you saved me that year?" Min Haoran looked at Mai Maitijiang in surprise and looked at it carefully.

"Are you?" said Mai Mai Tijan after many years, and couldn't think of it for a while, so he said as he mentioned Abduwana.

"The flood of that year washed me far away, and I clung to the willow branches, and it was you and your lover who fished me out of the flood, and you saved me. Min Haoran got up as he spoke, eagerly reaching out to Maimaitijiang. Mai Maitijiang put down the items in his hand and held Min Haoran's hand with both hands.

"Yes, it's you, and I'll never forget what you look like, it's you who saved me. Min Haoran's hands trembled with excitement.

Min Haoran turned his head and looked at Yingergul's mother who was standing next to him. These two kind faces are the faces he will never forget in his life.

That year, after Min Haoran was rescued ashore by the Maimaitijiang River, he was dizzy to see two kind faces shouting incessantly, and he never forgot these two faces to death. Then he was carried into an ambulance by the villagers in a daze and sent to the hospital.

Min Haoran inquired about the people who rescued him many times, and they all said that it was a person named Maimaitijiang in Bozilab Township who saved him, but no one could tell the specific address of Maimaitijiang.

Min Haoran once inquired about the person named Maimaitijiang in Bozilab Township, but there are hundreds of people called Maimaitijiang in Bozilab Township. I never thought that it would be such a coincidence, and the people who saved him were actually Yingergul's parents. It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

"Are you the little Balangza who was swept by the flood?" Mai Maitijiang stretched out his hand and stroked Min Haoran's cheek in surprise.

"Yes, that's right, yes, that's him. Hu Tong (wife), this is the Han Xiaobalangzi that we fished out of the flood that year. Maimaitijan's voice trembled as he called Ingul's mother to his side.

"Oh, my child, you are still alive and well, I am worried that we will die, we also asked someone to look for you, but unfortunately we didn't find it. Yingergul's mother held Min Haoran's arm tightly with tears of excitement and looked at Min Haoran kindly.

Yingergul translated for some reason. How could she have thought that the leader and parents in front of her still had such a strange relationship, it seemed to be a story in the story of Avanti.

Min Haoran and Mai Mai Tijiang and his wife greeted each other affectionately in the past few years, and then got to the point.

"Taga, your family is so difficult, and you still send me money? You want to contract the commodity land, you can compete with everyone else at the same price." Min Haoran sat cross-legged, and Yingerguli translated on the side.

In southern Xinjiang, farmers grow two types of land. One is a 30-year contract land, which only needs to be 'three mentions and five unifications', and does not require rent. The other is commercial land, which farmers call righteous land, and needs to pay rent to the village committee.

When the land was first divided into households, all the cultivated land had already been distributed to the peasant households, and the land allocated to the peasant households at that time was the contracted land. Later, due to the construction of water conservancy, seepage prevention and water saving, and underground water intake from machine wells, the water became abundant, and the villagers opened up a large area of land on the village collective. Xinjiang has a vast land and abundant resources, and as much land as there is water, it can be cultivated as much land, and the land that is cultivated is called commercial land.

As the amount of water is becoming more and more abundant, more and more wasteland has been reclaimed, and it is even about the same as the 30-year contracted land, so the village collective income is relatively rich. Some rural cadres make a fuss about the commercial land, manipulate it in the dark in the process of issuing contracts, and grab ill-gotten gains, and the commercial land has also harmed many cadres.

In the past few years, the cotton market was not good, and no one was willing to contract 20 or 30 acres of commercial land, and all those with bad land conditions were abandoned. Last year, the price of cotton increased several times, and the people began to rush to contract, and the price suddenly rose to 4 or 511 mu. Maimaitijan Sawut had difficulty scraping together enough for the contract fee for a while, so he wanted Min Haoran to come forward to say hello to the village, and the contract fee would be paid when he had enough money.

"Basilik (leader), my family has a lot of children, Yingergul goes to university, Pulu Tulu Tulu (spent a lot of money), last year's cotton price was a little better, and the contract price of commercial land was high... Yes, what I have on hand is very tight now, Kennedkader (village cadre) every day... said that if I couldn't pay the contract fee, I would plant my land as someone else's. I just want to ask you to help, tell Kadeer, contract fee Asda Asda (take your time), wait for the sheep in the pen to grow fat and sell it before handing it over, and now the sheep are sold in the stall York (no profit). Mai Maitijiang took off the flower hat on his head and rubbed it on his head with his other hand, obviously embarrassed and helpless, and mixed and matched Uyghur and Chinese to explain the difficulties. He didn't know Min Haoran's name yet, so he had to call Min Haoran's position.

"How much is missing?"

"Almost a Besimon block (five thousand dollars). ”

"Taga, don't worry, I'll help you find a way. You tell the village cadres, and I'll send you the money in three days. Min Haoran patted Mai Maitijiang's arm.

"Yakyak (no, no), Basilik (leader), Manda's look doesn't buy too much (this doesn't work), your yard Assiazrak (a little salary), can't bother you. Maimaitijiang shook his head vigorously like a rattle.

"Don't worry, I have a way, so it's decided. Min Haoran blocked Mai Mai Tijiang's words that he still wanted to shirk.

At this time, Ingul's mother brought the pigeon ramen. As she spoke, Ingul's mother quietly slaughtered two pigeons to make ramen. The pigeon meat in Min Haoran's bowl is obviously more than that in Maimaitijiang's bowl.

Min Haoran borrowed 5,000 yuan from the credit union in his own name and asked Yingerguli to send it to her parents.

When he met Maimaitijiang again, Min Haoran was very excited, and thanked God for giving him the opportunity to repay his life-saving benefactor. In his heart, Maimaitijiang was his reborn parents in southern Xinjiang, and he secretly swore that he must find them and repay them in this life, but he didn't expect to meet them so unexpectedly.

The grace of the acquaintance between Min Haoran and Mai Maitijiang and his wife aroused the ripples of Yingerguli's heart, and the admiration for Min Haoran was intense, and she began to build her own love at first sight, and gradually fell into the abyss of love and could not extricate herself.