Aren't you afraid?"

The driver didn't raise his head, looking at his Heaven and Dragon Slayer, the old Uyghur man still blinked: "What are you afraid of?"

Fan Yang was speechless: "You are not afraid of any accidents? ”

"It's going to blow it away, what's the matter? ”

It can only be said that these people are really nervous.

The old Uyghur man has crumpled hands, a homespun cloth, a pair of cloth shoes on his feet, the new reins are not as good as Qinghai-Tibet, the income gap between the common people is very large, living in Turpan, Korla, or Karamay, these rich places, the common people still have a few money, but a little more remote places, almost poor.

And cotton, pastures, most of them are contracted by people, they can't earn money by growing grain, they can only do some heavy work, and those places in Hotan Kashgar in southern Xinjiang rely on digging jade, but digging jade is good, there is always a hope, and the poor people in northern Xinjiang live a more difficult life, and they are particularly old.

Therefore, it feels like there are many old Uyghur men, and their faces are full of wrinkles when they are about forty years old.

Fan Yang moved a trace of compassion, touched his pocket, and handed him half a pack of cigarettes.

The Uyghur old man took it and thanked him repeatedly, but in a blink of an eye, he was grabbed by the driver.

Maybe it was in front of Fan Yang, the driver only smoked one, and the rest was returned to the old man.

When I looked at Eric, he had taken out a set of tools from the trunk and was installing protective strips on the window glass.

As a professional modification, Toyota's window frame has a circle of threads on it, just like installing a guardrail on the window, and four iron rods are fixed on the window frame with screws.

In just a few minutes, a door was installed.

"I didn't expect it to come in handy in advance, what happened to the accident ahead?"

Fan Yang said the previous situation: "Optimistic estimate, it will not be opened to traffic until tomorrow, and I will definitely spend the night here today." ”

Eric shrugged, not minding at all.

What Fan Yang thinks, how to feel it, Eric is a little happy: "OK, help me." ”

The three SUVs are very professional, with a luggage rack mounted on the front of the car, on which is a turtle-shell suitcase with all the survival gear inside.

There is an aluminum alloy ladder hanging on the rear door, the two climbed on the roof of the car, Fan Yang thought it was a tent, opened it and saw that it was a few black pockets, 4 employees had come to help, passed to the ground and opened it to see, it turned out to be a full set of BBQ barbecue stoves, cutters, iron sticks, forks, three-strand forks, rotating racks, one of the pockets turned out to be charcoal.

And the charcoal is obviously high-end, neat and tidy, with a small hole in the middle to breathe.

Another pocket contains spices, cumin, black pepper, chili, salt, monosodium glutamate, butter, soybean oil, small brushes, spice plates, cutlery, and even knives and forks for Western food.

Coren and Emilia assemble the barbecue grill and get it done in a few minutes, Coren was busy lighting the fire, and Eric spread his hands: "It's just the sheep." ”

Fan Yang's head is full of black lines.

These foreigners are too good at playing.

Emilia climbed onto the roof of her car and took down a large bag of sausages, with a little black pepper on top of the casing, which was still European.

There is also a pack of ham.

However, in just ten minutes, the three foreigners enjoyed themselves, and started to barbecue, and after a while, a large circle of people gathered, Yangmei and Sugihara Kyoko were also familiar with the road, one of them took a few iron skewers and roasted, and several Uyghur old men looked at the steaming sausages on the barbecue grill, and swallowed saliva there.

Sugihara Kyoko handed over a grilled sausage, Fan Yang didn't care, and took a bite of it, it tasted really good.

The mood that was still gloomy just now was instantly left behind.

There are two carbon stoves with barbecue grills, which can boil water, and the kettle is also all stainless steel, which looks very high-end.

Emilia took out the mineral water and poured it into the kettle, and on the other side, took out a can of instant coffee.

I just experienced an outdoor barbecue in the sand, and the forced grid has been rectified.

Fan Yang They had already prepared, there was no shortage of food, there were several boxes of canned beef and luncheon meat on the Cherokee alone, and it was just right to bring them to barbecue, and they were all taken out at this time, and those truck drivers were stunned.

It's been so long since he returned to this era, and it's the first time Fan Yang has heard other people's exclamations, and the lives of rich people are different.

The sun is starting to set, and it's time for dinner.

The driver of the truck in front of him and the two old Uyghurs also took out their own food, the driver was two cans of eight-treasure porridge, and the two old Uyghurs took out two hard naan.

Further on, there was a jeep with a mousselin in which the husband and wife took their son and daughter, the father was in his forties, with a goatee and a white hat, wearing a black robe, a string of beads in his left hand, and a book of Quran in his right hand.

The obese woman, carrying an embroidered headscarf and a blanket, led her two children down the Gobi Desert, chose a flat spot and spread the carpet on the ground, and began the evening service.

The sunset on the Gobi is very beautiful, the golden sun is slanting down, and the sunset on the horizon, and in the empty heaven and earth, some people are worshipping, this scene is very infectious.

Just like a landscape, religious rituals seem to have a mysterious feeling, which makes Fan Yang feel it from afar.

Not far ahead, there were several Uighur drivers, either on the side of the road or in the Gobi, who also started their prayers.

As far as the eye can see, there are people worshipping everywhere.

Fan Yang they have long been accustomed to coming to Xinyi, these mousselins 5 times a day, the wind and clouds are correct, they have to worship once in the morning, once for lunch at lunch, once in the afternoon, once before dinner, and once before going to bed, which is called morning prayer, morning prayer, feeding prayer, evening prayer, and evening prayer.

What's more, you have to get up until midnight, or at dawn, and pray again.

At the time of worship, people can be seen everywhere on the rooftop, drying room, and rooftop of the homestay.

But not just anyone can become a mousselin, but also must have a certain economic ability, to have a family tradition, children are born to go through a series of complex procedures, from birth to establish faith, becoming a mouslin also represents a layer of identity, but also to abide by the rules and precepts, he is not like Tibetan Buddhism, as long as kowtow can believe.

It's like two old Uyghur men, who are so poor that they can't praise Allah if they shout Hu Da at most.

With a wonderful light in their eyes, the two old men put down the naan in their hands, pulled up their sleeves, and slowly leaned towards the place of worship, but they had no carpet and bowed casually behind the mousselin.

The movement is very rough.

But even so, the two Uyghur old men were also very satisfied, and they were much bolder, the one who had just spoken a few words to Fan Yang walked over with his back hunched and holding the hard naan: "Adaxi, can you borrow your stove to roast it?"

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