Hua Wen did not admit or deny whether she was a rich girl. Maybe she thought the question was boring.

I originally thought that I would not have to change my clothes every day because of the dry climate when I came to Kashgar. It seems that as long as I live with Huawen, I have to change clothes every day.

In the hot season in Shanghai, I sweat a lot because the climate is humid and sweating will feel sticky and smell bad. The clothes need to be changed every day, wash every day, and if you don’t change them a day, you may smell bad, and it will be more of a repulsive thing from others.

It's very dry here. It's spring again, so I haven't felt sweaty. My clothes yesterday looked very clean, and there was no strange smell after smelling it. I secretly thanked that I could wash my clothes a few times less now. It's probably not a big problem if I don't change them for a few days.

I was wearing my newly changed clothes and drove the car to follow a sprinkler truck playing "Fifty-Six Ethnicities and Fifty-Six Flowers". I couldn't overtake, so I had to follow slowly.

Passing through Renmin Road through Renmin Road, turning to Jiefang Road, and driving southward. After more than ten minutes, we got rid of the sprinkler truck. At this time, we could see that both sides of the road were filled with Shule County and something, which was very close to Kashgar.

We walked through the county town and then went straight forward. When we encountered road construction, the vehicle was very dusty on the sidewalk. After walking slowly for a few kilometers, we arrived at a place called Tazihong Township.

"Here? Countryside?" It's hard for me to think of what Hua Wen is doing here.

"Well, it should be here. I've inquired about it. Today is Bazaar Day in this village. Let's go and have a look around Bazaar in the village. These Bazaars in the village are authentic Bazaars."

The first place Hua Wen took me to was Gaotai House and the Ancient City, which I went to last night. The second place was actually a rural bazaar. Although it was still early in the local time, when we were about to arrive at Tazihongbaza, there were already many pedestrians on both sides of the road, and some people simply walked in the middle of the road.

The electric bikes, walking, driving donkeys, were very lively. In the morning sun, the dust rising on the road was illuminated, and everyone's faces were filled with joy, and the smoke was rippling from afar.

The car drove to an intersection separated by several plastic isolation piles, and saw that the roadside was full of electric vehicles, electric tricycles, donkey cars, horse carriages, and ox carriages.

The most common ones were electric tricycles. I also saw two rough camel cars pulled by them. The camel cars were bigger and taller than other cars. The people who drove the car stood on the car and rushed the car, majestic.

I didn't find a parking space, so I parked my car on the side of the road and we walked in.

The bazaar in Tazihong is divided into sections, with the bazaar of building materials and bazaar of livestock outside the main bazaar, each with a separate site, and the bazaar of other items is in a market surrounded by tic toe roads.

Before I entered the market, I could feel the lively scene. I saw the roads outside the market and there were stalls on both sides of the road.

There are all kinds of cooked food products, some fruit stalls, small commodities and groceries, and grain and oil are also sold on the roadside in piles. There are some stalls for clothing, shoes and socks, and there are many people around.

There were many people with rhythm, so we walked back and forth along the road with the crowds and found that we had not found the entrance to Bazaar.

I stopped in front of a stall where many men stood, trying to see what was in the steaming pot.

"Come on! Take a look, taste it, grab the meat with your hands, and mutton soup! Come and taste it!" The stall owner saw me coming, and the shouting that I couldn't understand turned into Mandarin shouting. He took out a piece of meat from the pot, put it back, and scooped the soup and poured it back.

"Supplement the soup to stop the boiling!" An idiom appeared in my mind. I knew he wanted me to see how good the meat in the pot was.

Further forward, a man was sitting on a small stool. In front of him was a oil pan. The oil pan was steaming, and a figure-shaped pasta was fried in the pan, steaming hot. The fried figure-shaped noodles were filled with a large plate. The freshly fried fried dough sticks were hung on a horizontal iron bar above the oil pan to drain the oil.

After frying one, the stall owner picked up a piece of noodles and pulled it, wrapped it in a 8-shaped shape and then put it in the pot to fry it. Then he kept flipping it with a black chopstick, repeating the action.

"Come on, eat it, fried dough sticks!" Although I knew this was definitely not fried dough sticks, I couldn't help asking the price, one dollar per piece.

"Two!" I told the boss, and then pulled Hua Wen to sit on the stool in front of the small oil pan.

Hua Wen wore a pair of tight jeans today, with a white T-shirt on her upper body and a pink and green sunscreen suit. Unlike yesterday, she wore a pink baseball cap today and tied a sunscreen around her neck.

She sat down, but just tore a small piece of "fried sticks" and tasted it. I started eating it as the boss taught me, dipped it in a bowl of white sugar.

This Uyghur fried dough stick looks a little greasy than ordinary fried dough sticks, but it is more solid and is not as soft as fried dough sticks. I feel that one stick is full, and the taste is the same as the fried dough sticks made with noodles. It just frysted and crispy, and the taste is a bit like a donut.

After eating the so-called fried dough sticks, I wiped my greasy mouth and hands, thanked the stall owner and entered the real bazaar. This place is usually a market. On the contrary, there are no people in most stalls. Only the brick and tile shops that are next to each other will be open. Usually, there are only a small number of vegetables in the market. However, on the bazaar day, it is crowded from morning to night, and it is very lively.

"We, once a week, take turns to come around, to facilitate us. I like to visit Bazaar every day. If I want to visit Bazaar, I can go every day. It is very important for us to visit Bazaar. In the past, people chatted here, exchanged things, and bought and sold things. Now, the same is true. The family is together, men and women are shopping separately, and old friends can easily meet them, and they can chat when they see them. The day just passed by. Here, there are all things to sprinkle, and this is our Taobao! It is better than Taobao!" A kind uncle introduced me. After a few words with him, he began to answer my questions. This is a kind uncle, and we can easily chat together.

"You are not afraid of people here. You can even find a stranger to chat with them while you go! It seems that it is right to ask you to accompany me here. I didn't dare to come alone before." Hua Wen whispered to me after I got away from that uncle.

We visited clothing, department stores, small household appliances, daily necessities and other areas, and finally saw a smoky place. There were shouts everywhere, and the food area arrived.

Compared with the previous areas, there are more people in the food area, and it seems that food is an indispensable and important part of Bazar.

"Adasi, have you noticed it? Look at us, men like to eat meat, and they all gather in front of meat stalls. Sheep jars, they want to save money and like to eat jelly. You see, they are eating jelly ice cream." I talked to another middle-aged uncle in front of a stall selling cantaloupe melons. He introduced to me that there is a difference between men and women shopping in Bazaar.

I observed it and it was true that men gathered together, women gathered together, and men were indeed surrounded by stalls where meat was eaten.

On the bazaar, Huawen didn't eat any other food except for that small bite of "fried noodles", and I kept eating it.

I ate homemade ice cream with milk flavor, a piece of watermelon that was ripe, and a piece of old man melon that I don’t know how to store it to the present day, a few skewers of grilled lamb, and a small bowl of beef offal.

I told Hua Wen that it would be a pity not to taste it. Most of the food I had never seen before. Hua Wen said, just take a look and never taste it because she felt that everything here was not hygienic.

In fact, we only saw a small piece of bazaar. I bought a boiled lamb belly. A small spatula for planting flowers and some seeds for flower. I planned to plant flowers and plants at the door of my living place.

Just after twelve o'clock when I got back to the car, I lowered all the windows and changed the air in the car. Then I asked Huawen where she went next, and she said she didn't know. She originally thought she could go shopping on Bazaar for a day, but she didn't expect to finish shopping in more than an hour.

"I observed it and there is only a bathroom in the police station. It's probably a lot to go there for a day! Where do you think this local person is convenient?"

"Get out! Go and feel disgusted by yourself, don't disgusted by this girl!" Hua Wen fought back and observed her surroundings.

It seems that the sanitary conditions in rural southern Xinjiang are still very poor, and it is difficult to find flush toilets in most rural areas, especially many farmers do not have toilets at home.

The school where Huawen and the others taught was a dry toilet. Although it was cleaned very clean, it was still very disgusting. Yaoyao complained about this several times. Later, in order to keep them, the school specially built a flushing public toilet near the dormitory, which made them feel better. They still had to go to the toilet together at night, but the toilet was no longer a stinking smell of mosquitoes and flies flying.
Chapter completed!