Through the narration of millet grains, Song Ci understood what happened.

But I can't help but feel a little strange in my heart, this kind of thing, obviously it can't be the first time, after all, every place has a dialect of each place, and some of them sound like no different from foreign languages.

So Song Ci directly expressed his doubts.

Then millet grains told him the answer.

In fact, there are not many people who encounter this situation, although the average person has a strong accent, but can understand Mandarin, and can barely say a few words, even if they can't communicate at all, it doesn't matter, they are willing to go back to Taoyuan Village with them, even if they don't follow, they don't care at all, the main one is casual.

"Then why insist on extraditing the other party this time?" Song Cixiao asked.

Hearing this, millet grains looked at the vegetable dumplings.

Seeing that everyone was looking at her, Cai Dumpling was a little panicked, and then said expectantly: "I want to eat mutton skewers." ”

After speaking, he lowered his head and looked like he had made a mistake.

Song Ci touched her head and said with a smile: "I heard that XJ's mutton skewers are the best, and I also want to taste the authentic mutton skewers." ”

Cai Dumpling raised his head when he heard this, his face full of surprise.

"Really? Do you also like to eat lamb kebabs? ”

"Of course it's true, this can't lie to you, let's go, take me to see the old man you said about the lamb kebabs." Song Ci smiled and stretched out his hand.

Cai Dumpling hurriedly stuffed his little hand into Song Ci's hand.

Luo Xiaotian next to him looked at this scene, both surprised and surprised, he thought that Song Ci would be angry.

Sure enough, as Cai Dumpling said, Mr. Song is a very good person.

The sky turned from black to white, and they crossed thousands of miles in an instant to the ancient city of Kashgar, and the surrounding scenery also changed from a bustling city to an exotic ancient city.

"That old man is right there." Cai Gyoza pointed to a silverware shop in front of him.

On the signboard at the door is a row of Uyghur characters, and below is a row of Chinese characters.

"Salad Maiti handmade silversmith shop."

The owner of this shop is called Salamat.

XJ people are not only fond of gold and silver jewelry, but also all kinds of silverware.

From cups and pots to lampstands, knives, forks, and fruit bowls, there is a tradition of using silverware, and it is beautifully carved.

However, with the development of the times, these silverware are mass-produced by machines, and it is rare to find a silverware shop like the one in front of you that maintains traditional handicrafts.

Song Ci walked into the store, and there was only one Uyghur woman inside, and she didn't look young.

"Hello, guest, what do you need?" The Uighur woman asked enthusiastically.

Although she speaks Chinese, her accent is very strong and she speaks very quickly, and if you don't listen carefully, you won't be able to understand what she is saying.

"I'll take a look." Song Ci looked around and said.

The Uyghur woman didn't know if she understood Song Ci's words, but she still enthusiastically introduced the store.

There aren't many silverware in the store, and it's all large pieces, and it looks like they've been on the shelves for a long time and haven't been sold.

Song Ci bent down and looked at a silver plate in the window, and someone next to him introduced him in Uyghur: "This is a work I made ten years ago, and it is also one of the best works I have done in the last ten years......

The person who spoke was naturally not a Uyghur woman, but the real owner of the shop, Shalamat, who was also the father of the Uighur woman.

As soon as Song Ci entered the shop, Shalamat recognized his identity.

Of course, Song Ci definitely doesn't understand the Uyghur language, but it doesn't matter, he has a jar, as long as he makes a wish to the jar, then everything is not a problem.

But what Song Ci promised was not proficient in the Uyghur language, because it was too wasteful, what he promised was proficient in the language, although the cost of the power was more, but the effect was huge, he could communicate with any country on the earth at will, any race, even if it was an alien, as long as he was on the earth, he could also talk to each other.

Because the so-called language proficiency is not that Song Ci has learned all the languages on the earth, but a kind of language rules that he has mastered, in fact, he is still speaking Chinese, but the other party listens to it and will automatically convert it into the language he is familiar with.

And vice versa, no matter what the other party says, the Song words are also automatically translated into Mandarin.

It's the power of rules that breaks down boundaries and barriers between languages.

Therefore, Shalamat still speaks Uyghur, but when it enters the ears of Song Ci, it is automatically converted to Chinese.

"It's beautiful, it's beautiful." Song Ci praised.

The Uyghur woman next to her, the daughter of Shalamat, was amazed when she heard this.

"Young man, you speak Uyghur so well, are you Uyghur?"

She looked at Song Ci suspiciously, but she didn't look like they Uyghurs.

Song Ci shook his head with a smile and said, "No, I'm from the Han nationality." ”

When Shalamat's daughter heard this, she was surprised and said, "Then you speak Uyghur so well, if you only listen to the voice, you will think that you are our Uyghur boy." ”

Compared with Shalamat's surprise, Shalamat's expression was much more indifferent.

After all, it is not normal for people who can enslave the gods to speak Uyghur, not to say that they are omniscient and omnipotent?

"Lad, is there anything you like?"

"I like this plate very much, but the price is too high." Song Ci smiled and pointed to the exquisite fruit tray in the window.

"If you really like it, I can sell you cheaper." When Shalamat's daughter heard this, she immediately said enthusiastically.

"I'll take a look before I talk about it." Song Ci said.

When Shalamat's daughter heard this, she knew that today's order would definitely be out of play, basically saying such a thing, she would definitely not buy it in the end.

However, she didn't show any dislike, because she was used to just coming in to see the customers, and there were so many tourists in the ancient city of Kashgar every year, and she didn't worry about selling these things.

And these things are all high-quality products, selling one less one, and she also hopes to find a true favorite owner for them.

"Auntie, I would like to ask you, I want to try the lamb skewers here, do you have any recommendations? Which one tastes the best. Song Ci asked with a smile.

Shalamat's daughter obviously didn't expect Song Ci to ask such a question.

But she still smiled and said, "Our lamb kebabs here are all delicious, but my favorite is the kebab in Hadirga." ”

"Really? So where is this store? ”

"When you go out, go to the right, turn left when you pass the third intersection, walk about ten meters, and you can see the signboard of their house." Shalamat's daughter was very enthusiastic in pointing.

"Thank you." After Song Ci sincerely thanked her, he walked out of the silverware shop.

The four little ones who had not spoken hurriedly followed, and of course Salamati also walked out with him.

"It's not convenient to communicate with you just now." Song Ci said to Salamati.

Shalamat hurriedly said, "It's okay, Mr. Song, it's you who have thought it through." ”

Song Ci didn't continue this topic when he heard this, but asked directly: "What are your unfulfilled wishes, so you stay in the world instead of returning to the sea of souls?" ”

Shalamat was silent for a moment when he heard this, and then said, "Because I have a regret, if I return to the Sea of Souls like this, my conscience will be really uneasy. ”

"Oh, what kind of regret? Can you tell me about it? Song Ci asked curiously.

A few little guys were on the side, curiously listening to the two of them speaking Chinese and the other speaking Uyghur, communicating with each other without any obstacles, and they were also amazed.

Especially the vegetable dumplings, obviously she said a lot of the same things before, why the old man just couldn't understand, was he pretending to be stupid, or was I not talking about human words.

"Gurgling, Purring......"

Cai Dumpling muttered a few words stupidly, causing Millet to frown and stare at her, so frightened that she hurriedly closed her mouth.

Shalamat's regret is that he did a bad thing when he was young, and this incident became a problem for him.

Salamati was a silversmith who learned to make silverware from his master since he was a child, when people were very poor and those who could use silverware were from large families.

Naturally, they didn't have much silver for them to make into silverware and then sell it.

Most of the time, they go directly to the big families to make it, and the big families will not only provide the silver for making silverware, but also provide food and lodging, and pay for the wages.

In addition, to make silverware, you can also have some oil and water, some silver dust, and silver slag will be collected by them, which is regarded as additional income, which is generally counted in the loss, as long as it is not too excessive, those rich men generally do not care.

One year, an old man named Hoga asked them to make a complete set of silverware and cutlery.

It turned out that the daughter of Lord Hoga wanted to marry and needed a set of silverware as a dowry.

Shalamat, who followed the master into Hoga, thus met Master Hoja, a young man named Alikun.

"Yalikun is a very nice and kind person, he taught me how to write my name in Uyghur script and Chinese characters, and he also taught me a lot of Uyghur script, and we became very good friends......

"Because my sister was about to get married, he also wanted to make a piece of silver as a gift for my sister, so he secretly gave me a piece of silver and wanted me to help him make a silver cup, so that my sister would think of him every time she drank water."

"The silver was secretly taken from his father and was not told to anyone, but it was eventually discovered by Master Hoga, and Alequin said that he gave me the silver ingot......"

At this point, Shalamat's face looked guilty.

Song Ci didn't ask, and continued to walk forward, quietly waiting for him to continue speaking.

It was only after the second crossing that Salamati spoke again.

"But I told Master Hoga that Master Yalikun didn't give me any silver, I still remember the disappointed look in Young Master Yalikun at that time, and then he directly admitted that he took it and squandered it, Master Hoga was very angry, and felt that Yalikun actually lied and deceived him, not only beat him severely, but also sent him to his uncle's house, so that his uncle could educate him well, and Yalikun's uncle was a very respected person......"

Hearing this, Song Ci couldn't help but ask, "Why does Yalikun want to admit it?" ”

Shalamat shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.

Then he said: "If Yalikun resolutely didn't admit it, I would definitely be beaten to death by Master Hoga, because I took the silver, and it was easy to find out, I was too young at that time, and things were too simple, thanks to Young Master Yalikun, I had a later life......"

At this point, Shalamat's eyes were already full of tears.

"Then why don't you admit ......?"

Song Ci wanted to ask, but halfway through speaking, he swallowed it back, what else is the reason, it is nothing more than greed, nothing more than the intention of seeing wealth.

Although Song Ci didn't continue to ask, Shalamat continued.

"I was born into a very poor family, there were eight siblings, and I was the fourth, with an older sister and two older brothers above, and a younger sister and three younger brothers below."

"So when I was very young, my parents gave me to my master, saying that it was an apprentice, but in fact it was because I couldn't support me, but fortunately, my master was very good, not only gave me food, but also taught me the craft, my other brothers were not so lucky, some were called as slaves, tired to death, some because of mistakes, were beaten to death by the master's family, eight brothers and sisters, and the last survivor, there are only three ......"

"So I needed money very much, I needed money very much, and my mother happened to have another serious illness at that time, and when Alekun brought that big ingot of silver, I became greedy, and although in the end, I still couldn't save my mother, but because of this money, I started a small business, and my life gradually improved."

"Didn't you try to find Alex later?"

"Of course I looked for it, but then the People's Liberation Army came, Master Hoga ran away, and there was no news of Young Master Yalikun......"

"So your wish is to see Alekun again and apologize to him?"

Shalamat nodded and said, "I also want to give him a silver cup, no, I want to give him a silver cup, a silver cup that I have made with my life's work." ”

"Maybe he's dead, too." Song Ci said.

"That's okay, then give the silver cup to his descendants, this is what I owe to Alekun, I want to say sorry to him." Shalamat's voice was full of apology.

Song Ci thought about it and promised to help him fulfill this wish.

"You've just met it, otherwise it's really not easy to find Alikun."

Shalamat nodded approvingly.

"When I was alive, I was in the newspapers, on TV, and asked the police for help, but there was still no news of him."

"Mr. Song, you have great powers, and it is difficult for you to think about it."

When Song Ci heard this, he chuckled, which was a bit suspicious of sycophancy.

"Don't worry, since I promised you, I will definitely not break my promise."

"How long will it take to find him?" Hearing this, Shalamat looked hopeful and excited.

"Soon." Song Ci said.

When Shalamat heard this, he wanted to ask how fast, but was interrupted by Song Ci.

"Let's wait until we've eaten the skewers."

It turned out that he had already arrived at the house called Hadirga Barbecue Restaurant, which Shalamat's daughter said.

(End of chapter)