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    "Big nun, high official?" Hong Tao knew that the Redeemer had an organization called the Ascetic Order, and there were also a few men in Kuitun who always wore white robes. The refugees secretly called them fake monks.  There are still big nuns now. Could it be that the redeemer believes in Christianity or Orthodox Church?

    "Hiit's indeed a senior official come here, drink tea, only this little meat?" The tea stall owner immediately lowered his voice when he mentioned the big nun, and his eyeballs would glance around from time to time, as if he was very taboo.  Pass.

    "Two sheep, two horse intestines The herdsmen don't know how to do business, and they are afraid of being cheated!" Hong Tao pretended to be addicted, and the stuttering Chinese became more and more like it.

    "How could I lie to you? Believe me this time? There's a little bit of meat horse intestines should be okay wait a minute, I'll send the meat in first, and by the way, ask if you want horse intestines this is  What? Cheese! You look silly, but you are a careful person, I guess they want cheese too, just wait, I'll take it in together!"

    What I said made the tea stall owner a little embarrassed, even if you think I'm not trustworthy, don't say it in person.  However, he was used to the talking style of the herdsman who didn't talk too much, so he didn't care. He tossed about on the horse's back, shook his head and was overjoyed for a while. He didn't even care about the tea stand, and walked towards the bridge with the pack horse.  .

    Hong Tao didn't stop him either. Since he got here, his little eyes hidden behind the hood and snow goggles hadn't been idle, and he scanned the defense facilities first.  Compared with Kuitun, this place does look like a main base.

    In the refugee settlement alone, there are more than a dozen tall towers made of logs. There is one at the south end of this street, one in the middle, and another near the bridge, about 300 meters apart.  There is a watchtower on each wooden tower, about three or four sentries, and there seems to be more than one machine gun.

    Although this thing is useless for fighting, it is very useful for suppressing refugees.  Standing on the top and condescending, you can see clearly within a few hundred meters around with the naked eye, and the machine gun bullets are also within reach.

    Several wooden towers cover each other, not to mention that the refugees do not have many guns, even if they do, it is not easy to fight with light weapons alone.  Bullets from automatic rifles have difficulty penetrating thick logs.

    Then there is the security situation. Judging from the street I just passed and this main street, it is relatively orderly. I didn¡¯t see gang members wandering in groups of three or four and staring at people when they met.

    However, Hong Tao does not feel lucky. He firmly believes that wherever there are people, there are these things, and the more people there are, the more things will be.  If I didn't see it, I didn't prove it, or I didn't have it. Maybe it will exist in another form, or maybe I will see it tomorrow.

    The owner of the tea stall came back in about half an hour, and the sheepskin bags on the pack horse were all empty.  Apparently, mutton, horse intestines and cheese were accepted.  But he didn't come back alone. Behind him was a woman in a big red robe.

    That's right, Hong Tao only needs to glance at him from a distance, no matter how tightly wrapped he is, he can judge the gender and even the approximate age from the way he walks.

    This woman is covered from head to toe, not only has a hood but also a veil of the same color, and even her hands are shrunk in the big robe, so that no part of her body can be seen.

    But Hong Tao firmly believes that she is a relatively young woman, not more than 30 years old, and she is not too short, and her legs are quite long. The only shortcoming is that her chest is not majestic enough, if the nuns here do not corset their breasts.

    "Take off the hood and glasses!" Soon Hong Tao's guess was confirmed, and the woman spoke in a very thin voice.

    In addition, the judgment just now needs to be revised. Not only is she not 30 years old, but she is even closer to 20 years old.  Because her hand stretched out, holding a mobile phone to take a picture of Hong Tao, her skin was smooth and delicate.  In this way, it can be forgiven for not being majestic enough, after all, it can still develop.

    "Snow blindness eyes hurt!"

    The hood can be removed, and Hong Tao thinks his long hair is quite chic.  It's strange to say that if a man has long hair that is all black, it will not look good, and the same is true for all white, but it is much better to have half and half of black and white.  But he is not very confident about these eyes, not because he thinks they are not good-looking, but because he is afraid that they are too distinctive, making people unforgettable after seeing them.

    "Yes, sister. He is a herdsman. There is snow everywhere on the high mountains. The sun will be very dazzling, and it will hurt after a long time. You can't see the light!" The owner of the tea stall has never seen Hong Tao's face, but he did not  Such a great curiosity, but also helped to cover up together.

    "Take off your glasses and close your eyes!" The nun was a little impatient, but she seemed to be soft-hearted.

    In the end, Hong Tao took off the snow goggles, closed his eyes, untied his long hair and let the nun take a frontal photo with his mobile phone.  At the same time, he deliberately frowned, which made the bearded face with a crooked nose even more difficult to recognize.

      "Name?" After taking the photo, the nun was still not satisfied, so she took out a small notebook.

    "Elbires Bahati" Hong Tao gave his pseudonym without hesitation.

    "Ethnicity?" the nun continued to ask.

    "Bahati of Kirgiz!" This time it was Hong Tao's turn to get impatient, and it's not about applying for an ID card. There is a point in asking so clearly, and you will believe me when I tell you!

    "The pass is valid for ten days, and you can come to me to renew it before it expires. My name is Gulenur ZhumabayiDo you remember?" The nun introduced the pass in a low voice, and Hong Tao showed no expression at all.  , I was not at ease, for fear of delaying the matter, I asked again.

    "You, Kirgiz?" Hong Tao wasn't dull, but a little scared.  Hearing how the nun's name looks so Kirgiz, if it is, I have kicked the iron plate, and I don't plan to do the job of selling mutton.

    Crimeu once said that most of his people are in southern Xinjiang, where there is the Kirgiz Autonomous Prefecture.  Only a few people did not migrate because their ancestors grazed in northern Xinjiang. Since the outbreak of the zombie disease, his small number of relatives have disappeared.

    "Kazakh remember, it is valid for ten days. If you want to find me, go to the gate of the base and ask the guards" Seeing that Hong Tao didn't respond, the nun stopped asking, put away her notebook and whispered a few words, then turned and walked towards the bridge  .

    "Ha, I just found out your name what is it today? The name is too long to remember, so I'll call you Bires from now on! My name is Zhang Pinggui Come, have a look, a shopping voucher worth 25 yuan. They will give you mutton  I paid 50 cents a catty, and the rest is horse intestines and cheese! I knew this deal couldn¡¯t be wrong, it was much better than in Kuitun. But the big nun said, next time, bring more mutton and cheese, not horse intestines  gone."

    When the nun was there, the owner of the tea stall was very reserved and didn't dare to breathe.  As soon as the nun left, he was resurrected with full blood, took out a handful of colorful plastic sheets and chattered excitedly, as if he had made a lot of money.

    "Horse intestines are made in winter, there is no more!" Hong Tao really doesn't care much about those shopping coupons that are the same as the canteen meal tickets. The price system made by the redeemer is very chaotic and extremely unstable, often ups and downs.  For refugees, they are more willing to barter.

    It's a pity that as long as they do business with the Redeemer, most of them are paid with shopping coupons, and only in rare cases will they barter, such as the blue devil's corpse they urgently need.

    "Okay, the 20 yuan is yours, and the 5 yuan is mine. We agreed, right?" Zhang Pinggui didn't care if there was any horse intestines. If the goods were sold successfully, the money should be divided according to the agreement.

    "Herders, don't lie!" Hong Tao thought it was good to speak like this. He used to be a chatterbox, and he couldn't finish it in three hundred words if he could finish it in three words.  Now he cherishes words like gold again, not saying one more word, the effect is no worse than endless rambling, the meaning that should be expressed can be fully understood by the other party.

    "Yes, you are an honest person That nun just now is of the same race as you? Oh, your fate is really good. She is the confidant of the big nun. It's all done. We have made a deal on this deal, and no one can grab it  Walk!"

    Zhang Pinggui probably wasn't used to this way of speaking, but he could bear it, and with his unique keen sense of smell for businessmen, he immediately shifted the topic away from the money, painting a very bright future for Hong Tao.

    "I'm Kirgiz, she, Kazakh I don't know each other!" Hong Tao was worrying about this matter. Kazakhs and Kirgiz have many herdsmen in Xinjiang Province. Will they speak the same language?
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