Hao Dong was just a little confused, but when he was really reliable, Qi Jue didn't move, and even cooperated to help him adjust to a more comfortable position, so in the end he finally fell asleep deeply.

When he woke up again, he found himself sleeping on a large kang.

The house is not very large, it is a mixed structure of brick, mud and wood beams, and the stalls underneath it and the decorations hanging on the wall next to it look very Uyghur.

Hao Dong felt confused, did he sleep in the house of a fellow countryman? How did you fall asleep? Also, what about Xiao Qiye?

Struggling to get up, Hao Dong felt a throbbing pain in his temples, and he was stunned for a while before he remembered that he seemed to think that the wine was delicious, and he drank too much.

I didn't expect that I would have a greedy and drunk day, Xiao Qi Ye wouldn't feel that he was in trouble and simply threw himself away, right?

Thinking of Hao Dong's excitement here, people have sobered up a lot. Immediately find his shoes and get off the kang, he has to figure out where he is.

The house is not big, but the yard is quite winding. Hao Dong didn't dare to walk around, for fear that he would accidentally violate the taboo of the locals, so he hesitated when he walked to the gate of the courtyard and looked out to see the main road that was not going out.

At this time, the sun has turned west, and it is estimated that it will be six or seven o'clock in the afternoon, Hao Dong can't help but feel a little anxious. It shouldn't be a big deal for Xiao Qi Ye to leave him here alone, but not being able to find anyone really makes him feel very uneasy.

And looking at this hour, it seems unlikely that we will go any further today. Are they going to live here? But where the hell is this? Why hasn't he seen a single person until now?

Hao Dong walked around the yard for nearly half an hour, and was anxiously thinking about simply running out, when he suddenly heard a "poof", as if someone was lying on the roof.

Hao Dong immediately looked up.

This is the house of the local villagers, which is very different from the house of the Han people.

There was very little rainfall, the roofs were flat, and there were no tiles on them, but there were the same adobe stairs on the side of the house.

The man hid on top and didn't probe, just by the sound just now, it was not easy for Hao Dong to find who it was.

Hao Dong's eyes rolled, and when he saw the stairs clinging to the wall of the room, he simply ran up.

As a result, when I got to the top, there was no one.

Although the sun was still shining brightly, Hao Dong still felt a little hairy in his heart. He obviously heard the voice, but he didn't see anyone coming down, why was there no one? Could it be that you jumped from the other side?

Thinking that Hao Dong came to this side, he didn't dare to probe.

Because he had heard that if he accidentally saw the inner house of the female dependent, although the folk customs here are relatively open, and the girls will not be as secretive as there is in the Middle East, it is still very impolite after all.

Fortunately, he didn't hesitate for much time before he heard a voice coming from the other side, and it was familiar to him. Hao Dong was happy all of a sudden, poked his head out and shouted: "Small, Qi Jue!" ”

Qi Jue raised his head, a look of helplessness. Hao Dong stuck out his tongue: "I have to get used to it slowly, hehe." ”

The Uyghur uncle next to him seemed to be quite kind, and he said a few words to Qi Jue before leaving. He also beckoned to Hao Dong and greeted him in Mandarin, which was not very proficient: "Come to Ba blindly, eat with a wave." ”

Hao Dong: "Hey! He retracted his head and poked it out again for a long time: "How did I get there?" ”

Qi Jue originally stood here waiting for him, listened to his question, looked left and right and no one noticed, stepped on the wall directly and climbed up, and then took Hao Dong down the stairs to go out of the door, and went around a lot from the outside before returning to the previous courtyard.

Hao Dong turned dizzy: "This is so big." ”

Qi Jue nodded: "Well, his ancestor was originally the identity of Master Bayi." ”

Hao Dong didn't have any idea what the nobles in the minority areas were like, but thinking about the furnishings in the house, he felt that maybe this family was a bit of a middle-of-the-road?

Qi Jue listened to his summary, the corners of his mouth turned up uncontrollably, and at the same time solemnly instructed him: "Don't say this in front of Ahmat's father, it will make him angry." ”

Hao Dong nodded seriously, this kind of thing is really not suitable for idle chat, he understands.

As a result, Qi Jue added: "Their family has always had a good life, at least better than most people in this village." ”

Hao Dong was surprised: "Then ...... in that room?" "I haven't heard that this place is very poor, so poor that a house is only a kang of earth?

Qi Jue pursed his head: "Don't look at things here from the eyes of the Han people, and you haven't seen the hall of his house yet." ”

Hao Dong had a question mark in his eyes: Hall?

Qi Jue took him around under the grape trellis, and after a while, another courtyard appeared in front of the two of them.

It's a lot bigger than the yard just now, and there's even a small pool in the middle. In this perennially arid climate, this small pool is quite extravagant no matter how you look at it.

Qi Jue waved his hand casually: "This large area is the place of his family, and it has been the result of development for many generations." This yard is the first one and the most ornate one ever built. ”

Although Hao Dong has seen a lot of Jiangnan gardens, this courtyard is still a little simple, but compared to the adobe houses that I saw through the wall when I walked around just now, this place is indeed quite luxurious.

Qi Jue continued to add: "And their family also has a house in the city, this is just an old mansion. Ahmat's father was not used to life in the city, and tourism was developed here, so he simply came back to live. ”

Unlike his nationalist and xenophobic fellows, Ahmat is more active and adaptable to the market economy.

Grape ditch development has also been going on for many years, and he was one of the first people to participate in it.

Now the scale of industrialization has been formed here, because his small yard started early, it is more famous than other people's houses, and the money is earned, and the life is only better than at the beginning, and there is absolutely no reason to be worse than at the beginning.

However, he did not invest any more money here over the years, but gave all his income to his sons in the city to buy properties there.

Dad is very visionary, he invested in real estate in his early years, and later drew an economic circle there, and sold the two small buildings at a high price.

Now his sons are not all staying in the local area, and the business has been done on the southeast coast, and there are properties all over the country. This piece of old mansion here has also become a place for the elderly to provide for the elderly, receive tourists part-time, and earn some pocket money.

Qi Jue came out to experience when he was a teenager and once came here. I saved my dad once by mistake, so he became his guest, as long as he came, my dad closed the door and thanked him and specially received him.

Especially today, Qi Jue still has a child, and his father is even more thoughtful, the yard where Hao Dong woke up just now is what his father left for the two of them to rest overnight.

However, each room here is not very large, and the division of labor is relatively clear, so Hao Dong will see a room with nothing else except Kang.

Dinner is a local ethnic specialty, and there are not many types of dishes, but the amount of each serving is amazing.

The pilaf was a large plate with a diameter of 30 centimeters, and the full plate was piled up into a sharp point. Potato stew and mutton, that pot Hao Dong felt completely a face plate!

As for the large plate of chickens, Hao Dong looked at the rough estimate, if there were not at least two or three chickens, then it would be a turkey that would have to be slaughtered!

But what intrigued him the most were the two plates of pasta. A plate of baked buns, a plate of oil tarts.

Baked buns are said to be buns, but in fact, when it comes to the production process, it may be closer to the box. Because they are all dead noodles, they are filled with stuffing and then baked.

The baked buns are made of naan pits, the fire is large, the baking is thorough, the shell is crispy and delicious when you bite into it, but the filling inside is tender and smooth, and the soup is rich.

Obviously, Daddy has a good skill in baking steamed buns, not only did not let the skin of the buns crack, but also perfectly locked the juice of the filling inside. On the outside, you can only smell the aroma of the dough roasted, and you have to bite into it to taste the fragrant mutton filling inside.

As for the oil tower, it is even more a test of craftsmanship, which not only requires the technology of rolling dough, but also needs the cooperation of various processes of oil mixing brush and steaming.

Ahmat's father has not done his work in vain in receiving tourists over the years, and his skills in making these pasta dishes have long been superb. The face and oil aroma are all matched almost perfectly, even Hao Dong's professional chef's tongue can't pick it out, but eats it with relish.

These dishes are heavy in oil and tend to dry mouth. Dad took the milk jar on the side again, poured a bowl full of yogurt for the three of them, and handed Hao Dong a plate of sugar: "If the west calls for sweetness, add it." ”

Hao Dong hurriedly took it and thanked him one after another.

The yogurt here is quite different from that drunk in coastal areas, and the degree of stickiness is incomparable, and it is basically clotted. It's more like cheese than yogurt.

This bowl of yogurt looks like a bowl of tofu cubes, but the color is whiter and the taste is also fragrant. I don't smell too sour.

One spoonful, full of flavor.

Even if you don't add sugar, the milky taste is enough to make people intoxicated.

But this is also related to the fact that Dad poured cow cheese for Hao Dong, if it is goat's milk, the taste is not like this.

Goat's milk itself has a strong fishy smell, coupled with full fermentation, the taste is generally not used to drinking, and it is really unacceptable. Although it is not to the level of old Beijing bean juice, it is indeed afraid that you can't like it.

Hao Dong took several sips in a row, and his mouth was full of milky taste and felt very satisfied. I took another spoonful of white sugar and sprinkled it, and when the sugar was almost dissolved, I took another bite, and the taste was different from before.

The sweetness brings out a stronger milky aroma, but makes the taste less heavy.

There are a lot of chili ingredients in the dishes on the table, and this bite of yogurt is cold and sweet, and it suddenly washes the spiciness away.

Hao Dong's tears were about to come out of the big plate of chicken, but he couldn't stop the umami taste that he was reluctant to give.

At this time, the original overly stimulating spicy has been broken down into a slightly tingling and fresh taste on the tongue, and it suddenly tastes more unscrupulous.

It's a pity that there is a record of drunkenness during the day, and the wine that Dad took out never let him touch again.

It's just that Qi Jue and his father drank together, and the smell of wine burst into Hao Dong's nose, and his heart itched.

It's just that he also knew that he was a little too out of shape during the day, and he didn't dare to mention it again. Obediently with yogurt, trying to eliminate the authentic flavor of this table.

Small Theatre:

"About Nicknames"

Qi Jue: Hao Dong.

Hao Dong: Hey!

Qi Jue: Hao Dong!

Hao Dong: Yes!

Qi Jue: Hao Dong......

Hao Dong: Yes.

Qi Jue: Hao Dong?

Hao Dong: Hmm......

Qi Jue: Little Hao Dong?

Hao Dong: ...... At......

Qi Jue: Little drunkard?

Hao Dong: Oh.

Hao Dong: Huh?!!

Qi Jue's heart: New nickname get!