Many people listened to Daolang's song "Poplar Euphratica in Kashgar" and didn't know what the final chanting was.

That's right, that's Dolangmukam.

At this moment, in the Gobi desert, under the lonely poplar trees, the vast singing of Liu Qingshan combined with the desolate Mukam singing, and the people present seemed to be a different world.

It seems like three thousand years have passed in a flash.

The poplar trees are half-deered and half-thick, which is a witness to these years.

Miss Xiaoxu had been crying for a long time. She pressed her body tightly against the poplar tree, as if she wanted to integrate with the poplar tree.

No matter how weathered her body was, she would also wait for her lover here.

Finally, Liu Qingshan and the voices of those Uyghur compatriots gradually faded away.

Liu Qingshan put his hands together and bowed to the poplar tree: "It should be like poplar tree!"

The Uyghur people around them also worshiped the poplar trees, and then surrounded Liu Qingshan, saying something, with a very close expression.

Although they don't speak to each other, music connects their hearts together.

As for the other passengers, they also cast strange eyes on Liu Qingshan: My little comrade who is amazing can actually win the respect of the local nation.

Li Likun also squeezed into the crowd and happily became an interpreter for Liu Qingshan.

He was also full of respect. You must know that he was recognized by saving both mother and son's lives.

"Boss, these fellow villagers asked you, did you write the song you sang just now?" Li Likun translated.

Liu Qingshan shook his head: "It's a friend of mine. Perhaps in ten years, he will come to this vast land. You will definitely hear his singing at that time."

Daolang is still a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, and he is still more than ten years away from his style.

Only when he comes to this land can he transform into a Daolang.

"Let's go!" The driver's voice came from the direction of the bus.

Liu Qingshan was about to go over to take care of Xiaoxu, but found that she had walked straight towards the bus. Although her eyes were red, she was full of determination.

Perhaps it was this desert poplar that made her learn to be strong.

After everyone got on the bus, the atmosphere in the car became much more relaxed. Even the locals even played the instrument lightly, and many people hummed it, and the scene was very harmonious.

The bus kept wandering until it was almost dark, and then it reached Karamay. Everyone seemed to be disbanded.

When they got off the bus, Liu Qingshan waved goodbye to the locals. Several of them even invited Liu Qingshan to visit their homes, including the middle-aged man holding an eagle.

There are also workers from the oil system who also invited Liu Qingshan and the others to the guesthouse.

Liu Qingshan thought about it and thanked these workers, and then followed the big man who was raising eagles to leave Karamay City.

This is how he planned. If he wanted to find Senior Brother Hai in the Gobi Desert, it would be better to have local people to help him, after all, they are the most familiar with this place.

With Li Likun’s translation, Liu Qingshan also knew that the name of the great man was Aizimaiti, which means "hero".

On the way, Aizimaiti went to a family next to the city, and then led a big camel out. He put the bag on the hump and led the way in front of him.

It seems that when they came, they just kept the camel here and rode them when they were going back, but now there are a lot of people.

After leaving the city and walking a few miles, seeing that Miss Xiaoxu was exhausted, but still gritting her teeth and holding on, Liu Qingshan asked Li Likun to discuss with the heroic uncle whether she could ask her to ride a camel.

Aizimaiti stopped, waved his hand, signaling everyone to rest together, and muttered a few words.

Li Likun could only translate with a strange expression: "Either they ride camels or they don't ride them. The same friends can't treat each other in the same way."

It makes sense, Liu Qingshan nodded.

Only then did he notice that the falcon on Aizimaiti's shoulder had no idea when it would fly away.

After the group rested for a few minutes, a distant eagle cries suddenly sounded in the sky, and then a black shadow flew over and landed on Aizimaiti's shoulder.

On Aizimaiti's shoulder, there was a piece of cowhide, so he was not afraid of the eagle's claws falling on it.

Then they saw a flood of sand and dust flying in the distance, and in their sight, more than a dozen camels were walking towards this side slowly.

Aizimaiti stood up and said, "Although the camel walks slowly, he can reach his destination."

Liu Qingshan suddenly understood something, no wonder there were wise men like Afanti on this land.

The wisdom summarized by the working people does not sound profound at all, but it is very practical.

When the camel caravan approached, the camel in front was riding a 10-year-old little balang with two red faces on his face and muttering something to Aizimaiti.

Aizimaiti waved his hand and asked everyone to get on the camel, but the four long legs of the camel were almost as tall as the person, and he really couldn't climb up.

Wang Xiaobing even rushed violently and lay on the camel's back. However, the camel gently shook the camel's peak, and Wang Xiaobing fell from the other side.

I saw the little balang slide down from the camel's back, then stretched out his little hand and patted the camel's forelimbs.

The camel knelt down on his front legs first, then knelt down on his hind legs, and his whole body was lying on the ground, less than one meter high.

Wang Xiaobing tried to sit on it first, and then the camel stood up slowly, with the two humps stuck in front and back, saving the saddle.

When others saw this, they followed suit and rode on camels one after another.

Little Balang leads the way in front, Aizimaiti is behind, sprinkling camel bells all the way, and slowly marching in the twilight.

Aizimaiti was right. At nearly twelve o'clock in the evening, they finally arrived at their destination.

It was said to be twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and it seemed very late. In fact, it was just one or two hours.

It was a yurt, and the surrounding scenery was hard to see clearly. When Liu Qingshan and the others entered the yurt, there was already a mistress wearing a headscarf. They presented milk tea and prepared a belated supper.

Most of them are dairy products, and then meat products. Everyone is really hungry and eats voraciously.

Cao Xiaofei was quite alert and worried about whether he would do anything in the food, so he whispered to Liu Qingshan.

Liu Qingshan waved his hand. He knew that once these herdsmen recognized you, they would treat you like relatives and would definitely not have any bad intentions.

I slept until 8 o'clock the next morning, when Liu Qingshan got up and left the yurt, and then I could see the surrounding scenery clearly.

But the sky is vast and the wilderness is vast, but there are no grasslands around it. The ground is mostly sandy, more yellow and less green, and then there are bunch of drought-tolerant camel thorns and other plants growing.

Dozens of tall camels were slowly gnawing on the plants on the ground, and more than a dozen horses were leisurely shaking their tails.

There was a flock of sheep in the distance, slowly moving across the Gobi Desert.

It is really not a good pasture here, but the herdsmen still survive tenaciously.

Liu Qingshan then faced the morning sun and started jogging. The activity started, and then gradually accelerated.

Dada, the sound of horse hooves came from behind, and it was Xiao Balang riding a horse to catch up with him.

Liu Qingshan already knew that Xiao Balang's name was Yeerjiang, so he waved to the little guy on the horse's back.

The little guy grinned, his smile was very pure. He stretched out his hand and pointed to the flock in the distance.

Liu Qingshan also smiled and nodded, and began to accelerate again. He was flying towards the distance on this slightly desolate grass.

Aizimaiti and his wife were squeezing camel milk. Looking at the situation there, they couldn't help but smile and shake their heads: How can people escape?

After squeezing two buckets of camel milk, Aizimaiti walked towards the yurt with a large bucket in one hand.

He accidentally looked into the distance of the sheep, and then his arms were trembling, and two buckets of camel milk fell to the ground.

One of the buckets turned sideways, and the milky white milk was all flowing on Aizimaiti's boots. He seemed to know nothing, just staring blankly into the distance.

I saw two small black dots moving quickly towards the flock, with four legs behind and two legs in front.

How is this possible?

Aizimaiti rubbed his eyes. Could it be that Yeerjiang released water?

No, he knows his son too much, he is a competitive child.

Aizimaiti finally understood: It turns out that people can really run better than horses.

Liu Qingshan rushed to the vicinity of the flock, and then gradually stopped. Ye Erjiang finally rode his horse to catch up.

The little guy rolled over and got off the horse quickly, ran to Liu Qingshan, grabbed his arm excitedly, and said something.

Liu Qingshan wanted to reach out to touch the little guy's head, but he didn't know if there were any taboos.

Many ethnic groups are very taboo to touch the children's heads, worried that bad people will take away their souls.

So Liu Qingshan patted Ye Erjiang on the shoulder, then gave him a thumbs up, and praised the little guy for his ability to ride a horse.

He really praised him. If it were Liu Qingshan who rode a horse, he would have ridden it, but he could only walk slowly and did not dare to ride a horse.

Yeerjiang, a little balang, is quite interesting. When he goes back, he has to ask Liu Qingshan to ride a horse, and then he holds the reins in front of him.

Anyone can see the admiration on his face.

Back in front of the yurt, Liu Qingshan got off the horse, and Ye Erjiang started to tell his parents.

It is obvious that Aizimaiti's family respected Liu Qingshan and others more, and this can be reflected in the richness of the breakfast.

Early in the morning, Aizimaiti actually slaughtered a sheep and roasted it.

Liu Qingshan and the others first drank camel milk, then ate half of the naan to make their stomachs first, and then under Yeerjiang's leadership, they visited the nearby herders.

The main thing is to ask them, have you seen Senior Brother Hai?

Maybe Senior Brother Hai is not in this direction, so the few people have nothing to gain.
To be continued...