Mountains and seas close at hand

The next day, Song Banyan asked Bai Xunhua to rest at the hotel, and she and Ji Bao went out to find a guide.

Ji Bao yawned: "Didn't Xunhua ask about it? The Hetian Museum has a guide to go to Mazhatag Mountain. There is a site nearby."

Song Banyan scanned both sides of the street casually with his eyes, and his mouth moved slightly: "Do you dare to take the officials to the field? Besides, we must not only go to Mazhatag Mountain. The car is here."

The car rental shop handed it over, took the money and left.Ji Bao drove the car and took Song Banyan to wander around the streets.Asking around, wandering around all morning, without any progress.The two called Bai Xunhua to ensure safety, and found a seller on the side of the road selling hand-picked rice.

Carrots, onions, papayas, and raisins are rich in color, the rice is oily, and the lamb is mellow.A large spoonful of finger meat is put into the mouth, chewed several times, and the layered ingredients roll in the mouth.

The fruity aroma of papaya and raisins, the sweetness of onions and carrots, the flexibility of rice grains, and the saltiness of mutton.People can't help but lift their chin slightly, so that the delicious food can fall into the stomach smoothly.At this time, be sure to pick up the iced date water at hand, and take a sip of "Gulu".

"Cool!" Ji Bao praised, and took out a tissue from his bag to wipe his mouth, "Half smoke, it's not a problem for us to wander around like this."

Song Banyan glanced around and said, "Call Hotan Museum and ask."

Ji Bao showed a look of "Look at you, you're so messed up, this is not what you want in the end".It's really a thousand words, all in silence.

Song Banyan took the phone from her, and while eating the rice with his hands, he made the phone call: "Hi, is this the Hotan Museum? I heard that your museum has tour guides and off-road vehicles. Yes... yes, the Niya ruins ? Well, we still want to go to Mazhatag Mountain... oh, ok thank you."

Ji Bao's ears were sharp, and when he heard that it was not going well, he lowered his head and ate the rice with his hands to think about it.Who would have thought that the boss who served the table next to him came over and said, "Girl, do you want to find a guide to go out to see the scenery?"

Ji Bao thought that most of the people in the training booth were well-informed, so he quickly smiled: "Yes, you know people a lot?"

The boss has a white beard, a gray crochet hat, a white shirt and a black vest, and he said energetically, "Wait a minute, I'll ask."

Said, regardless of the two, went straight to the next door.Next door is a tea stall, and locals sit on blankets in twos and threes, surrounding a small table.Make a pot of tea, break a few pieces of naan, and play Dutar.

Song Banyan and Ji Bao didn't know what to say when they saw the owner of the handpicked rice muttering in dialect.The tea lovers talked enthusiastically with each other, and later even the tea stall owner joined in.

The owner of the hand-picked rice returned triumphantly, and handed the oily note to Ji Bao: "Little girl, these are the best, from the desert to the snow-capped mountains, there is no one they don't know!"

Ji Bao never expected that the person he met by chance would be so enthusiastic. He was a little taken aback for a while, and hurriedly stood up: "Thank you so much! We are so lucky to meet good people when we go out."

"You're welcome, you're welcome, we're all friends." The boss of Handpicked Rice waved his hand and enthusiastically introduced the two addresses on the note in detail.One is in Hotan City, and the other is in Moyu County outside the county seat. Both of them are old herdsmen.

Song Banyan and Ji Bao thanked the boss, and immediately drove to the guide's house in the urban area after paying the bill.The boss said that this old herdsman used to move to the city to live with his son and could speak Chinese.

The people they met during lunch were too warm and polite, making Song Banyan and Ji Bao paralyzed.

Walking through the alleys of the old city, I am still feeling the decoration of the Western Regions between the doors and windows.A glass bottle suddenly fell from the sky, almost smashing Song Banyan's forehead.Fortunately, Ji Bao had quick eyesight and quick hands, so he grabbed her and stood against the wall.

"Clap!"

There was a loud noise, and translucent glass shards splashed everywhere.Song Banyan was startled and hurriedly raised his hand to cover his head, and immediately cut two wounds on the back of his hand.

Ji Bao reacted quickly, with his arms folded in front of his face, looking up through the gap, and saw a man on the roof with several half-grown children, glass bottles and bricks in his hands.

There was an inexplicable hatred in those eyes, which made people's hearts tremble.

Ji Bao was in a bad mood, he quickly grabbed Song Banyan's wrist, dragged her and rushed out.The two rushed into the car all the way, and locked the door with a "click".Ji Bao kicked the accelerator and rushed out of the intersection, running through two red lights before he regained his composure.

Neither of them spoke, and drove across two streets aimlessly.Looking at the crowds on the road and the cars honking their horns, Ji Bao couldn't help but sigh.

Song Banyan picked up the note on the console, and said kindly, "Don't think too much."

"I haven't thought about it too much. I have encountered shooting cases abroad." Ji Bao pouted, "Our teacher once said that exclusivity is everywhere. And one of the basic characteristics of religion is exclusivity. In the same interest environment Under such circumstances, the majority of the dominant factions are scattered and independent and may even attack each other, while the minority of the disadvantaged factions are always more united."

Song Banyan nodded and said with a smile: "I remember so clearly, you must agree with what your teacher said."

Ji Bao said indifferently, "I think it makes sense."

Song Banyan smiled and said casually: "Some aggressiveness is born. Let's go to Moyu County."

Who would have thought that not long after driving out of the urban area, they would encounter armed patrols.The two of them had been prepared for a long time and immediately took out their ID cards.The armed police officer didn't pick up the call, he glanced at it and said, "Front...You guys try to stay in the urban area as much as possible, go back."

The little brother of the armed police persuaded them to return, it was for their safety.

Ji Bao looked at Song Banyan in embarrassment, and Song Banyan said helplessly, "Go back."

When the armed policeman saw the car turning around, he was about to return to the team.Suddenly the car pulled over and the girl who smiled at him threw a bag of things over.

Attack the police!

This place is the front line of anti-terrorism, and the armed policeman is always vigilant, and his body reflexively hugs the incoming object and bends over and squats down.In a blink of an eye, I immediately realized that I opened the plastic bag with the comrades who ran over, and found that it was a pile of food.

Song Banyan waved his hand: "Thanks for your hard work!"

Looking at the car leaving in the dust, the armed policeman reprimanded righteously: "These tourists must not know the seriousness of this behavior!"

"Squad leader, you are right, why don't you give this to me?"

Ji Bao went all the way back to the urban area.

On the way, I received a call that Ju Mugu had arrived.Song Banyan hung up the phone and said to Ji Bao: "Leave him alone, let's go to the south of the city."

Ji Bao pointed at the statue shaking hands with the Uighur Uncle Kurban outside the window, and said: "Hotan City is so big, I have met with each other seven or eight times in the morning. ①

Song Banyan looked at the cars on the road, and felt a little annoyed: "Isn't it just to give your rations to the PLA brother, and I'll buy you some more. Over there, it smells good."

Seeing that the day is about to pass, the guide's affairs are full of twists and turns.Is it possible to rely only on navigation?Song Banyan was also annoyed, so she took out 50 yuan: "Four baked buns, two baked...naan."

Naan is the traditional staple food of Xinjiang people.Salty, sweet, meaty, vegetarian, the taste is ever-changing.The most common and common one is the round one, thin in the middle and slightly thicker on the four sides.This kind of naan will have patterns in the middle, and each family is different.

Now is not the peak season for business, Song Banyan is the only one in front of the shop.She took the naan and looked at it carefully, so that the middle-aged boss who collected the money noticed something was wrong.

Song Banyan raised his head, looked at the boss carefully, and asked, "Are you from the Kirgiz tribe?"

The middle-aged boss was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Yes, girl, how do you know?"

Song Banyan smiled at him and said, "Can you sing "Manas"?"③

Once she showed such a smile, she must have won.It's a pity that the uncle who sold the baked buns didn't know about it. Instead, he said pleasantly, "My girl knows about Manas? It's the history song of our Kirgiz people. The young Balangs don't even know about it."②

Song Banyan said: "The entrance of your home is so good, it must be like the lion Manas. The wealth accumulated is incalculable, the reputation of the rich is spread everywhere, the gems are as huge as a horse's head, and the gold and silver are as numerous as sand. .”

An old man walked out of the back room. He looked no different from the old man on the street, except that he was holding a pouch and had some flour on his hands.He looked at Song Banyan with a smile on his face, but his color changed instantly because of her next sentence.

"I remember, among the Kirgiz people, according to the ancestral precepts, men don't wear beards."

The expressions of the old man and the middle-aged boss suddenly changed, their expressions were serious, and they looked at her warily.

Song Banyan didn't seem to notice it, just glanced at the car on the side of the road out of the corner of his eye.She took a bite of the roasted naan, and while chewing, she pointed to the patterns on the roasted naan and said, "The mountains, the bird's wings, the crescent moon, the war halberd... whose symbol is this?"

Her eyes are sharp, and her voice is as gentle as a spring breeze in March: "Gods and ancestors are on top, snow leopards and white deer are watching us."

The old man trembled all over his body. He didn't know whether it was excitement or fear. He opened his mouth, as if about to cry, and said in blunt Chinese: "...Goddess Wumai."

The Kirgiz people were called Jiankun in ancient times.They are one of the oldest peoples in this land, known as the nomads in the mountains.

They believe in the goddess Umai and the sun, and worship their ancestors.The snow leopard and white deer are their totems and holy spirits.The unique primitive religion is mixed with some Shamanism customs.Since the Qing Dynasty, due to various reasons, most of the Kirgiz converted to other religions.

Song Banyan sighed softly: "That's great, so you haven't forgotten her."

"Of course I didn't spill it." The boss shouted excitedly, looked around quickly, and said in a low voice, "I want to live, there is no way to spill it. Girl, you scared me to death."

The exclusive nature of monotheistic religions absolutely does not allow the belief in two gods.For ordinary people, life is the most important thing.No matter which god will give food and RMB.Since it is in such an environment, it is only by following the trend that one can protect oneself wisely.

But the more depressing something is, the harder it is to let go.

Song Banyan smiled and said: "I was also excited for a moment, thinking that no one would offer pine leaves to Goddess Wumai again."

Ji Bao was lying on the car, looking at Song Banyan through the window.Seeing her chatting with the boss who sells baked buns in a salty way, the old man who cooks came out after a while.The three of them chatted happily, and this scene was like meeting old acquaintances in a foreign land.

It took nearly an hour before Song Banyan came over with a happy face.

Ji Bao joked: "Song Daxian, how much discount did the boss offer?"

Song Banyan put a bulging bag of delicious food on the back seat, and sighed, "The boss said that the girl in the car is too beautiful, so he refuses to ask for money."

Ji Bao: "..."

The author has something to say: I only found out after reading the comments that it turns out that I/S/Lan was also blocked.This chapter was published late, because I deleted it (I don’t want to be invited to drink tea by the Religious Committee. But the Xinjiang volume, no matter what, there is no way to avoid it, and it accounts for a lot.

Solemnly declare again, this article is empty, it is all fictitious, and any religion mentioned in the article must be plagiarized by me ==

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①Kurban: The Uyghur uncle who rode a donkey to Beijing was received by Chairman Mao.

② Balang: boy, young man.

③ "Manas" Kyrgyz Epic

"Han Shu" "Wei Lue Biography of Xirong"

"Shaman's Face of Manaschi" - Adili Jumaturdi of Kirgiz Nationality