Rong Sen, a "layman" who knew nothing about animal husbandry work, asked curiously: "Why is the beef and mutton grazing by Mizanbaik delicious?" ”

Di Li Xia Ti smiled dumbly and explained, "In winter, many herdsmen develop fattening industry in the cattle and sheep pen, and the cattle and sheep have less activity in the pen and grow more meat, but there is no fragrance of beef and mutton stocked in the winter pasture. Mizanbaik grazes in the cornfields in winter, people have to work harder, cattle and sheep exercise every day, the amount of activity is large, the meat grows firm and strong, and the taste of flax is fragrant. ”

"Oh." Doctor of economics Rong Sen nodded as if he didn't understand.

As soon as the three of them got out of the car, they saw a young Kazakh man with a sturdy body and burnt skin coming out of the adobe house.

The Kazakh boy in a thick leather coat greeted the village chief, Dili Shati, with a smile, "Hi--- village chief, Jax (hello)." ”

Rong Sen saw the young man nodding to him, and he also smiled and nodded in response, "Hello." ”

Miao Miao walked up to the young man, stretched out her right hand and shook hands with the young man of the same age, "Hello, I'm Fu Miaomiao." ”

The young Kazakh guy introduced himself fluently in Chinese, "Hello, Fu Miaomiao, my name is Calebiyat. Mizanbaek. ”

The village chief, Dirishati, walked towards the adobe house, and as he went, asked Calbiat, "Is the house where the three of us live on fire?" ”

Miao Miao said to Rong Sen: "Brother, this young man is the son of the herdsman Mizanbaik. ”

Rong Sen said with great interest: "I heard it, his name is Calebiyat. Mizanbaik, here the name of the minority is first, the surname is last, and the surname is the father's name. ”

"Yes, brother, you figured it out." Miao Miao's playful tone teased the childlike Rong Sen who waited for the teacher's praise.

At this moment, a man who looked like a Kazakh uncle came from the depression in the west, riding a maroon horse.

Rong Sen looked at a gurgling stream in the east, and then looked back at a horse and a person in the west, and couldn't help but chant: "The small bridge and flowing water, the ancient road west wind and thin horse, it is really the beautiful scenery of the Western Regions." ”

Calebiyat introduced Rongsen and Miao Miao, "My dad Mizanbaik. ”

The red-faced man on the horse rode over unhurriedly with the reins in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

He stepped on the stirrups, slowly dismounted, limped forward, and shook hands with Rong Sen and Miao Miao.

The man's sturdy body, hearty laughter, and long-term exposure to ultraviolet sunlight made his skin look dark.

Dili Shati raised his voice in greeting, "Jax (how are you!) ）。 ”

Mizanbaik had said the same to Dirishati.

Looking at the 51-year-old Mizanbaek after taking off his fur hat, his messy and gray hair, his face was full of folds, and two clear snots that were frozen out of his nostrils due to the cold.

Miao Miao's heart was sour, just now Rong Sen looked at the scene of Mizanbaik returning from horseback, and recited "Small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and westerly thin horses." ”

However, at that moment, Miao Miao read the word "vicissitudes" from Mizanbaik, who was slumped on his back, dusty, tired, and wrinkled on his face.

The vicissitudes of life do not belong to the brightness and relaxation of the small bridge and flowing water, nor do they belong to the joy of singing and dancing.

It belongs to the dusty face and lonely and haggard mood, and belongs to the heaviness and tiredness of "the broken intestine man at the end of the world".

Junsen and Dili Shati were invited by their master, Mizanbaik, to the hot room in the middle.

With the help of Calebiyat, Miao Miao carried the luggage on the SUV into a room to the west.

The cottage was clean, with an old rust-colored iron stove.

A rudimentary bed was also arranged.

The stacks of bricks are the legs, and the two plywoods are the slats.

Miao Miao had long been accustomed to it, and he quickly spread out Rong Sen and his luggage.

In order to take care of Rong Sen, Miao Miao spread Rong Sen's futon on the side by the iron stove.

Calebiyat was a young man with a quick hand and foot.

He helped Miao Miao make the bed, and asked Miao Miao about her age, education and other basic information.

Miao Miao was ready to answer all questions, and after a while of making the bed, the two young people became acquainted.

Only then did Miao Miao know that it turned out that the 25-year-old Calebiyat was a graduate of the Department of Mathematics of Ningxi Normal University, and he was a Kazakh aspiring young man who returned to his hometown to start a business.

Calebiyat followed Miao Miao to the back of the off-road vehicle, and saw Miao Miao take out a bag of flour and a bag of clear oil from the trunk, and was a little overwhelmed.

"Miao Miao, you just have to stay in my house. What do you buy? Calebiyat, who was quite generous just now, said shyly when he saw the food.

Miao Miao pointed to a bag of rice and a big bag of vegetables in the trunk with her chin, and said to the shy Kalbiat: "National unity is a family, from today on, we are relatives, the Han people have a particular attitude, and the first time to visit relatives, you can't be empty-handed." ”

Seeing that Calebiyat was just looking at the food in the trunk, embarrassed to reach for it, Miao Miao urged: "Hurry up, you don't want to be lazy and don't want to do heavy work, right?!" ”

Holding a 25-kilogram noodle bag in his left hand and nearly 20 kilograms of various vegetables in his right hand, Calebiyat easily carried it to the adobe house to the east.

The two young men, who had a good conversation, put the food into the cold room on the east side, where there was no iron stove.

The corners of the walls are surrounded by simple shelves made of wooden planks, on which a lot of food and miscellaneous items are placed.

It looks like a small storeroom for food.

Miao Miao walked to the back of the off-road vehicle again, and took out a box of Ningsit songs from inside, "Calebiyat, it's cold now, let's drink wine at night to warm up." ”

Calebiaste was very straightforward, looked at the wine, and grinned: "The wine is a good thing, but it has to be hidden and not let my father see it, otherwise, he will steal it all again." ”

After moving the things on the off-road vehicle, the two went to the east stream to wash their hands, and the icy stream was biting.

Miao Miao and Calebiyat hurriedly burrowed into the hot room in the middle.

This is the bedroom and the room for entertaining guests for the family of three.

On the north half of the block is a brick tatami mat covered with a Kazakh-style blanket with large red flowers.

On top of the blanket is a long coffee table with golden ghee, milky cheese, pale green raisins, crusty almonds, white pistachios, and red dates.

Standard Kazakh furnishings and Kazakh hospitality food.

Rong Sen and Dili Shati were sitting cross-legged, drinking milk tea.

Di Li Xia Ti pointed to the empty place next to Rong Sen and beckoned Miao Miao to take a seat.

Calebiyat also took off his shoes and sat down at the bottom of the coffee table, with his back to the door.

The forty-year-old hostess brought a plate of air-dried mutton and walked in with a smile.

Her slender face, fair complexion, and the plateau red of her cheeks were quite obvious.

The smile of charity is a simple, honest and hospitable Kazakh woman.

Calebiyat took the air-dried mutton from his mother's hand and warmly beckoned everyone to taste it, "The air-dried meat made by my mother is the best on the grassland, everyone hurry up and eat it." ”