I build an oasis in the northwest

Chapter 7 Signs written in two languages

After the lunch break, the hard-working farmer and his small employees continued to plant trees.

After working together in the morning, the cooperation between the two became more and more tacit. One dug a hole to place the tree, and the other fertilized and watered it. It only took a few minutes to plant a tree.

The two worked until night and actually planted nearly two hundred saplings.

Although this progress is not as good as that of those who can plant [-] to [-] saplings a day.

But for two novices, this speed is already very impressive.

Looking at the newly planted saplings, Chen Mu felt extremely happy.

According to the current progress, it will take at most two days before he can complete the systematic planting task.

"Brother Chen Mu, I'm leaving!"

After work was over, the young man yelled, and without waiting for Chen Mu's answer, he stepped on the pedals of the bicycle, and with a "swish!" he fled away.

By the time Chen Mu reacted, the person had already fled ten meters away.

He yelled, "Ride slower!"

"Got it!" Dorje's voice came from afar.

Chen Mu shook his head, squatted by the well, and began to fill the watering can in his hand.

Although the roots of the saplings are wrapped in soil for moisturizing, the dry weather in the northwest means that if they cannot be planted in time, in order to ensure that the roots are moist, you need to use a watering can to spray an appropriate amount of water on the roots.

Just at this time, someone came to buy something.

The person who came here was an old acquaintance. It was Uncle Nuha, the buyer who sold a lot of the backlog of homework books and pencils through the merchant's event yesterday.

At this time, he was holding a crying little boy in his hand. The little boy was holding a bag in his hand, and white pieces of paper that had been torn into pieces could be seen in the bag.

When Chen Mu saw it, he suddenly felt guilty.

Could it be that he came to settle accounts with him?

Subconsciously, Chen Mu looked east and west, turned around and wanted to run away.

With Uncle Nuha's strong body and rough voice, he can't be scolded or beaten. He just goes up to deliver food!

Unfortunately, the well was located in the direction they came from, so Uncle Nuha happened to have a good look at it.

"Xiao Mu!" Nuha's loud voice sounded.

Chen Mu had no choice but to turn around, put a smile on his face, and said hello: "Dawadele (good evening), Uncle Nuha."

He pretended that he had just noticed the sobbing little boy on his body, reached out and took out a candy from his pocket and handed it over.

Although the little boy was crying, he was a child after all and had no natural resistance to candy. He obediently reached out to take it, and said in a crying voice.

"Thank you Uncle Chen Mu."

Chen Mu, uncle?
Chen Mu, uncle? ?

Chen Mu split directly from the middle.

He touched Haohao's shoulder and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "Be good and call me brother."

Haohao blinked his big eyes: "Uncle, you have graduated and are now an adult."

Chen Mu: "..."

Suddenly, Uncle Chen Mu suddenly felt that yesterday's behavior of only selling Chinese and mathematics homework books was really bad!
As an elder, how can we treat the learning of the younger generation differently!

How can you only think about the Chinese and mathematics of the Xia people!
What about English?
What about Tibetan?
As a Tibetan child, how can I only communicate in daily language? !

You must be able to speak and write!

Children's learning must start from an early age.

What if I can only understand Xia characters when I look at the signboards in the future, but I can't understand Tibetan!
There are two types of characters written on the signboards of Qingzhou and Xinjiang provinces.

The signatures of Xinjiang Province are Uighur and Xia languages.

Qingzhou’s signs are in Tibetan and Xia languages.

Because there are many Tibetans in the ancient Tibetan Autonomous Region in Qingzhou, in order to facilitate the daily life of the Tibetans and to show that the two ethnic groups are one family, the signboards are written in two languages.

Chen Mu said solemnly: "Uncle Nuha, when school starts again, Haohao will be promoted to the fifth grade. It's time to learn English. Do you want to take advantage of the current activities and buy some homework to go back and practice English letters in advance?"

A dark light flashed in his eyes, and he said evilly.

"When I was in school, the teacher took special care of me because I could write English letters well, which allowed me to be admitted to No. [-] Middle School."

Nuha was fascinated: "Really?"

Chen Mu nodded, and affirmed in a sincere tone: "Really!"

Nuha took the bait directly: "Okay, then I will also have a set of English homework."

Haohao, who was happily eating candy, was dumbfounded, and looked at the two evil adults in disbelief.

Seeing that it wasn't because of the homework, Chen Mu, who was looking for him in the first place, felt that it was not enough. He took Nuha, who had been led astray, into the store, and after taking out eleven English homework books, he deliberately glanced at Haohao and sighed. The upper body generally shook his head.

As expected, Nuha took the bait again while taking out the money.

"What's the matter, Xiao Mu?"

Chen Xijing sighed again, and said in a low voice mixed with regret, regret, unwillingness and other emotions.

"It's okay. Just looking at Haohao, I thought of my deskmate. He is also a Tibetan, but because he is good at both Tibetan and English, he was offered a high-paying job by a company in the Tibet Autonomous Region right after graduation."

"Listen to him, his monthly salary is [-], without bonuses and commissions. Last month alone, he earned [-]!"

He looked at Haohao with envy in his eyes: "If only I were still as old as Haohao, then I would definitely learn Tibetan well. No matter how bad I am, I would still be better than I am now!"

Fourteen thousand!

Nuha, whose monthly salary was less than [-] yuan, was stunned: "How much money do you make?!"

"Yes, those who are bilingual in Tibetan and English are talents, and their salaries are very high!"

Nuha's eyes lit up immediately.

I immediately made up my mind to tell Xili (which means son in Tibetan) when I get back and let him learn more about Haohao.

Chen Mu smiled slightly, hiding his merit and fame.

A chill suddenly rose on Haohao's back. Hearing what Uncle Chen Mu said, and seeing the thick stack of homework books in Ani (grandpa)'s hand, Haohao, who was already sad, became even more sad, "Wow!" cried out loudly.

Chen Mu didn't care, walked to the side, grabbed a handful of candy and gave it to him.

Only then did Nuha come back to his senses and asked sheepishly: "Xiao Mu, do you know where I can sell summer homework?"

"Ok?"

"This afternoon, Xili gave Haohao a task. He had to write [-] pages of homework before he could go out to play, but when Haohao was holding it to write, he accidentally fell, and all his summer homework fell into the fire. No, more than half of it was burned, and I couldn’t write at all.”

As he spoke, he opened the plastic bag in his hand. The paper inside had obvious signs of being burned by the fire.

Hearing this, Chen Mu, who came from this age, immediately understood what was going on, and directly lowered his head to glance at the child.

Sure enough, because she was so young, even though she was crying, she couldn't suppress the smile on her face.

Talent!
I have done so many things that students dare to think and dare not do.

Chen Mu grabbed three more candies and stuffed them into his pockets in admiration.

But admiration is admiration, this kind of behavior is still not recommended.

As an elder, Uncle Chen Mu felt that he had to help him solve this problem.

He enthusiastically gave a solution: "Uncle Nuha, this is not easy to buy. It is usually ordered by the school, but the teacher usually has extra. Just ask the teacher."

"By the way, Uncle Nuha, your summer homework is due on the first day of school. You have to ask quickly, otherwise Haohao will be made to stand when school starts."

"Moreover, the teacher has to check the summer homework, and if it is wrong, you will be criticized in class, which is very embarrassing."

"So, Uncle Nuha, you must let Haohao write well!"

"And there are answers behind this..."

As he listened, Haohao, who was wiping his tears, stopped, his eyes widened, and he looked at this hateful adult in disbelief.

Uncle Chen Mu smiled kindly in return.

……

After dinner in the evening, while watching TV, Dad Chen called.

After having nothing to say, they chatted about family matters for a long time, which almost made Chen Mu faint. Only then did Chen's father tell him the reason for his visit.

"Xiao Mu, what do you think of the breeding business your fifth uncle mentioned yesterday?"

Hearing this, Chen Mu rolled his eyes directly.

No wonder the sudden call.

What kept me going for a long time was that Uncle Chen Wu didn’t follow martial ethics.

He said angrily: "What are you looking at? Don't look at it!"

Chen Mu, who was worried that his father would be forced to agree because he couldn't show his face, was very worried and said bluntly: "Dad, I don't want to do this."

Father Chen was silent for a long while: "Okay, I understand, but you have to remember, since we rejected this matter, we can never touch the breeding aspect again."

Chen Mu naturally understood the powerful relationship.

He affirmed: "Don't worry, I won't touch it!"

(End of this chapter)