I became a god after resigning

Chapter 496 A Silver Cup

Through Xiaomi Li's narration, Song Ci understood the whole story.

But I can't help but feel a little strange. Obviously, this can't be the first time. After all, every place has its own dialect. Some of them sound just like foreign languages. Before this, millet grains and little butterflies How are they handled?
So Song Ci directly expressed his doubts.

Then Xiaomili told him the answer.

In fact, this kind of situation is not common. Although most people have a strong accent, they can understand Mandarin and can barely speak a few words. Even if they can't communicate at all, it doesn't matter. If you are willing to go back to Taoyuan Village with them, just follow them. If you don't, just forget it. , they don’t care at all and focus on being casual.

"Then why do you insist on extraditing the other party this time?" Song Ci asked with a smile.

Xiaomi Li heard this and looked at Cai Dumpling.

When Cai Jiaozi saw everyone looking at her, she felt a little panicked, and then Qiqi Aai said authentically: "I want to eat mutton skewers."

After speaking, he lowered his head as if he had made a mistake.

Song Ci touched her head and said with a smile: "I heard that XJ's mutton skewers are the most delicious. I also want to try the authentic mutton skewers."

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

"Really? You also like mutton skewers?"

"Of course it's true. I can't lie to you. Let's go and take me to see the old mutton kebab you mentioned." Song Ci smiled and stretched out his hand.

Cai Jiaozi quickly put his little hand into Song Ci's hand.

Luo Xiaotian looked at this scene with surprise and surprise. He thought Song Ci would be angry.

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

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

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

There is a row of Uighur characters on the signboard at the door, followed by a row of Chinese characters.

"Salamaiti Handmade Silverware Shop."

I think the owner of this shop is named Salamat.

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

From cups and pots to lampstands, knives, forks, fruit plates, etc., they all have the tradition of using silverware and are engraved with exquisite patterns.

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

Song Ci walked into the store. There was only one Uyghur woman inside, who looked quite young.

"Guest, hello, what do you need?" the Uyghur woman asked enthusiastically.

Although she spoke Chinese, her accent was very strong and she spoke very fast. Unless you listen carefully, you would not be able to understand what she was saying.

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

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

There are not many silverwares in the store, and they are all large pieces. It seems that they have been placed for a long time without being sold.

Song Ci bent over and looked at a silver plate in the window. 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 in the past ten years. From this After that, I became unwell and had problems with my wrists..."

The person who spoke was naturally not the Uyghur woman, but the real owner of this shop, Salamat, who was also the Uyghur woman’s father.

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

Of course, Song Ci definitely doesn't understand the Uyghur language, but it doesn't matter, he has a jar, and as long as he makes a wish to the jar, everything will be no problem.

But what Song Ci promised was not proficiency in the Uyghur language, because that would be too wasteful. What he promised was proficiency in the language. Although it consumed more power, the effect was huge. He could communicate with any country on the earth at will. Any race can communicate verbally, even an alien, as long as they are on earth, they can chat with each other.

Because the so-called language proficiency does not mean that Song Ci has learned all the languages ​​on the earth, but that he has mastered a language rule. In fact, he is still speaking Chinese, but when the other party hears it, it will automatically switch to the language he is familiar with.

The opposite is also true. No matter what the other party says, the Song lyrics will be automatically translated into Mandarin when heard.

This is the power of rules that breaks through the boundaries and barriers between languages.

So Salamaiti still spoke Uyghur, but when it came to Song Ci's ears, it was automatically converted into Chinese.

"It's very beautiful, very exquisite." Song Ci praised.

The Uyghur woman next to her, Salamaiti's daughter, was filled with surprise when she heard this.

"Young man, you speak Uyghur very well. Are you a Uyghur?"

She looked at Song Ci suspiciously, but she didn't look like one of them Uighurs.

Song Ci smiled and shook his head: "No, I am Han."

When Shalamati's daughter heard this, she was surprised and said: "Then you speak Uyghur very well. If you just listened to your voice, I would have thought you were a young Uyghur boy."

Compared to Salamat's surprise, Salamat's expression was much calmer.

After all, isn't it normal for a person who can command a deceitful god, not to mention omniscient and omnipotent, to be able to speak their Uyghur language?

"Young man, 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 it to you cheaper." Saramat's daughter immediately said enthusiastically after hearing this.

"Let me take a look first and then talk." Song Ci said.

Hearing this, Salamat's daughter knew that today's order would definitely be out of business again. Basically, if she said this, she would definitely not buy it in the end.

But she didn't show any displeasure, because she was used to customers who just came in to look. There were so many tourists coming to the ancient city of Kashgar every year, so she didn't worry about selling these things.

Moreover, these things are also of high quality, and each one is sold less than one. She also hopes to find a truly loving owner for them.

"Auntie, I want to ask you. I want to try the mutton kebabs here. Do you have any recommendations? Which one has the best taste." Song Ci asked with a smile.

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

But she still smiled and said: "The mutton kebabs we have here are all delicious, but my favorite is the kebabs from Hadirga in front of us."

"Really? Then where is this store?" "You go out, go right, and when you pass the third intersection, turn left. Walk about ten meters, and you can see their sign." Salamat's daughter gave enthusiastic instructions.

"Thank you." After Song Ci expressed his sincere gratitude to her, he walked out of the silverware store.

The four little guys who had been silent hurriedly followed, and of course Salamat also walked out behind them.

"It was not convenient to communicate with you just now." Song Ci mentioned to Salamai.

Salamat said quickly: "It's okay, Mr. Song, you have thought carefully."

After hearing this, Song Ci did not continue the topic, but asked directly: "What unfulfilled wish do you have, so you stay in the world instead of returning to the sea of ​​souls?"

Saramat was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then said: "Because I have a regret. If I just returned to the sea of ​​souls, my conscience would be really uneasy."

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

A few little guys stood aside, curiously listening to the two of them, one speaking Chinese and the other speaking Uyghur, communicating with each other without any obstacles, and they were also surprised.

Especially vegetable dumplings, she obviously said a lot of the same thing before. Why can’t the old man understand? Is he pretending to be stupid, or is what I said not human.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..."

Cai Jiaozi muttered something stupidly, which made Xiao Mili frown and glare, and she was so scared that she quickly shut her mouth.

Salamat's regret is that he did something wrong when he was young, and this matter became a problem for him.

Salamat was a silversmith, and he learned to make silverware from his master since he was a child. People were very poor at that time, and only wealthy families could afford silverware.

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

Most of the time, they go directly to a wealthy family to make the silverware. The wealthy family not only provides the money to make the silverware, but also provides food and accommodation, as well as wages.

In addition, when making silverware, some oil, water, silver shavings, and silver slag will be collected by them, which can be regarded as additional income. Generally, these are included in the loss. As long as it is not excessive, those rich gentlemen generally do not Will ask.

One year, a man named Hoja asked them to make a complete set of silverware and tableware.

It turns out that Mr. Hoja’s daughter is getting married and needs a set of silverware as a dowry.

Salamat, who followed the master into Hoja, met the young master of Hoja, a young man named Yalikun.

"Alikoun is a very good and kind person. It was he who taught me how to write my name in Uyghur characters and Chinese characters. He also taught me many Uyghur characters and we became very good friends..."

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

"He secretly took the silver from his father without telling anyone, but in the end it was discovered by Mr. Hoja. Alecun said that he gave the silver ingot to me..."

Speaking of this, Salamat showed a guilty look on his face.

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

When he passed the second intersection, Salamat spoke again.

"But I told Master Huojia that Master Alecun didn't give me any money. I still remember the disappointed look in Master Alecun's eyes at that time, and then he directly admitted that he squandered it. Hoja The master was very angry and felt that Alecun had lied to him. Not only did he beat him severely, but he also sent him to his uncle's house to educate him well. Alecun's uncle was a very popular man. Respected people..."

Hearing this, Song Ci couldn't help but ask: "Why did Yalikun admit it?"

Salamat shook his head and said he didn't know.

Then he added: "If Alexin had refused to admit it at the time, I would have been beaten to death by Mr. Hoja, because I was the one who got the money and it was easy to find out. I was too young at that time and thought too much about things. It’s easy, thanks to Master Alekhon, I have the life I have later..."

At this point, Salamat's eyes were filled with tears.

"Then why don't you accept..."

Song Ci wanted to ask, but in the middle of the sentence, he swallowed it back. Is there any other reason? It's nothing more than greed, nothing more than being motivated by money.

Although Song Ci did not continue to ask, Salamat continued to talk.

"I was born into a very poor family. There are eight brothers and sisters in total. I am the fourth child. I have an older sister and two older brothers, followed by a younger sister and three younger brothers."

"So when I was very young, my parents gave me to my master as an apprentice. In fact, it was because they couldn't support me. Fortunately, my master was a very nice person. He not only gave me food, but also taught me. In terms of craftsmanship, my other brothers were not so lucky. Some were used as slaves and died of exhaustion. Some were beaten to death by their masters because they made mistakes. Of the eight brothers and sisters, the ones who survived in the end were also There are only three left..."

"So I needed money very much, very much. In addition, my mother happened to be seriously ill at that time. When Alecun brought the large ingot of silver, I became greedy, although in the end, I still I couldn't save my mother, but with this money, I started a small business, and my life gradually got better."

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

"Of course I looked for it, but then the People's Liberation Army came, Master Hoja ran away, and there was no news about Master Alexin..."

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

Salamat 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 made with my whole life's hard work."

"Maybe he has died too." Song Ci said.

"That doesn't matter, then give the silver cup to his descendants. I owe Alecun this, and I want to say I'm sorry to him." Salamat's voice was full of guilt.

Song Ci thought for a while and agreed to help him fulfill his wish.

"You just met him now, otherwise it would be really difficult to find Alecun."

Salamat nodded in agreement.

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

"Mr. Song, you have great magical powers. I think I won't be able to stop you."

When Song Ci heard this, he chuckled. His words sounded a bit flattering.

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

"Then how long will it take to find him?" Saramat looked hopeful and excited when he heard this.

"Soon." Song Ci said.

Salamat heard this and wanted to ask how fast it was, but was interrupted by Song Ci.

"Let's talk about it after we eat the skewers."

It turned out that we had arrived at the Hadirga BBQ restaurant that Salamat’s daughter mentioned.

(End of this chapter)