Chapter 9

After a short rest and some food, the fake Sheikh went on working again.

He thought that he could plant all the saplings in one day, but the reality gave him a left hook, so that he could finally see his own strength: even if he was given another two days, he would not be able to plant all the saplings.

In this case, there is no need to rush to work.

So, he quickly fell down, one tree moved to the open space, and then slowly planted it. It took him an hour to plant only five trees.

Just thinking about whether to have a rest, he turned his head and saw the wild camels coming again. He was standing in front of a Haloxylon tree, biting leaves and swallowing them in his mouth.

"Misty grass..."

The fake Arab chief was furious. He pushed his head aside and scolded: "die, you just planted the seedlings. Do you spoil things like this?"

The head of the wild camel was pushed to a slant. It seemed that the chief had scared him a little, and he quickly stepped back two steps.

Then, it just stood there looking at the chief, mouth a little bit bit aggrieved.

What do you feel aggrieved? Are you aggrieved? This is not clearly aware of your own mistakes?

When the chief didn't fight at all, the bear boy couldn't do it without scolding: "this is a sapling. It will grow up in the future. When it grows up, there will be many leaves for you to eat. If you eat it now, how long will it grow in the future? Do you know what it means to plan for the future

The wild camel did not dare to move. It seemed that the truth of the chief had been suppressed.

After losing his temper, the chief righted the seedling of Haloxylon which had been pulled a little crooked by wild camels. He specially watered a little more water, hoping that it would not die because of the serious injury.

Turning his head, the chief glared at the Han batch with hatred, and forgot to take a rest. He continued to move a poplar sapling and dig a big hole.

The wild camel watched quietly for a while. Finally, he couldn't help but be curious. He came forward slowly and put his head next to the chief who was working and looked at the pit.

"Go, what's good to see? I'll stay with you."

The chief was very annoyed with the big head. He couldn't help pushing it again. He pushed the silly batch aside and continued to work hard.

After the wild camel was pushed away, he looked left and right. He simply lay down beside him and watched the chief work quietly.

……

Chen Mu was so absorbed in planting trees that he didn't notice that several people were staring at them at the gas station.

"He How dare he treat Hu Da's emissary like this

One of them, an old man with a white beard, seemed to be frightened.

Aizimati wiped the sweat on his forehead awkwardly and explained, "Xiaomu is not musilin, so he doesn't know the meaning of white camel."

After a slight meal, the old man quickly told the story of Chen Mu feeding the white camel in detail, and then came to the conclusion: "the white camel likes to stay with the little animal husbandry."

"So he may be the one who was blessed by Hu da."

White beard old man's face is a little Ji, looking at Chen Mu's eyes also can't help but a little more kind.

He is an imam at the beginning of school. Moslin, a Uygur, calls him the great Mullah. He is the most respected person in this area.

Following him, there were several imams of scattered classes, that is, the local villagers and other characters.

They all listened to izmaiti's talk about the white camel, so they came in a hurry and saw the interaction between Chen Mu and wild camel.

"Mullah, shall we come closer?"

Looking at several imams squinting to see a bit more clearly, azmaiti quickly proposed.

"Well, well, let's go and have a look."

This proposal was supported by the big Mullah, so they went forward together.

"Xiaomu."

After approaching, azimaiti waved to Chen mu, but kept his eyes on the white camel.

Chen Mu stopped and responded to the Uygur elderly.

At the same time, he saw these people brought back by the Uygur elderly. Although he didn't know the identity of each other, he didn't dare to neglect them just by looking at their age. He nodded with a smile one by one.

The imams had a good impression of Chen mu, but they were all paying attention to the wild camel at this time. After smiling at Chen Mu kindly, they tried to approach the wild camel.

Chen Mu knew that these old men were all aiming at the wild camels, so he laughed and walked out of the pit to one side, ready to make way for them to get close to the wild camels.

But who knew that the imams had just passed by, and the wild camel, who was lazy and motionless, immediately responded. He did not know where to add the agility attribute. He jumped up from the ground, and then quickly ran to Chen Mu's back. He put his head to one side of Chen Mu and moved his mouth. The alert meaning was very obvious.“……”

It's cold.

Facing this scene, the imams all showed the color of error and consternation.

It seems that white camels don't like their approach

After a lifetime of preaching, I didn't expect to get the favor of white camel. This story is really sad.

Chen Mu was also very embarrassed. He quickly patted the head of the wild camel to round the field: "what are you doing? People want to see you, what are you running for..."

"Ouch..."

"No, no, No.."

"What are you doing?"

"Little shepherd, don't mess around!"

……

When the imams saw Chen Mu's actions, their eyes widened and stopped immediately.

Chen Mu didn't expect that everyone's reaction was so big. He was a little scared. He took his hand off the head of the wild camel and explained, "it's OK. I'll make a joke with it. I didn't use force. I didn't really use force. Hey."

The imams looked at each other, muttered a few words, and quickly returned to the gas station.

Then, the Uygur old man said to Chen Mu from a distance: "Xiao Mu, come here for a moment."

Chen Mu touched the head of the Han Pai and told him, "don't eat my saplings indiscriminately", and then he walked quickly towards the old men.

"This is Ali Mu Da Mullah..."

When Chen Mu approached, the Uygur elderly introduced him.

Chen Mu knows that Uygur people are used to calling imams mullahs, but not all imams can be called great mullahs. Only those who really have profound knowledge of ancient scriptures can be qualified for this.

In other words, the white bearded old man in front of him is a very big man.

Facing the big man, Chen Mu immediately activated the halo of respect and showed humility and kindness.

"Listen to azmaiti, you first found the messenger of Hu da. Although it is not muslin, I still want to thank you for everything you have done for us..."

"Hu Da's emissary is different to you and other people. I hope you can treat it well..."

"If you can, please listen to the emissary's will, and then convey our request to the emissary..."

The old man with white beard talked a lot, like he was preaching.

Chen Mu had been listening patiently, but he couldn't help listening. He asked, "it doesn't speak. What will it say? What kind of request are you going to convey to it? I can tell it directly, but I don't know if it's useful

The old man with white beard pointed Chen Mu's forehead and Chen Mu's heart with his hand. He said enigmatically, "Hu Da is everywhere. Use your heart to feel it."

When Chen Mu didn't understand, the white bearded old man reluctantly looked at the wild camel in the distance, and finally turned to leave.

A group of old people also left, they all have their own donkeys, walk very smart.

Chen Mu still couldn't understand. He turned his head and took a look at the Uyghur old man, and half jokingly said, "Uncle azimaiti, do you have any requests to convey?"

The Uyghur old man thought about it seriously for a while, and sighed: "if Hu Da blesses us, let our village wells flow sweet water again, that would be good."

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