Traveling all over Xinjiang: visiting Uighur families

During our stay in Xinjiang, it is one of our wishes to have a meal in a Uighur family and truly feel the family life of the Uighurs. One afternoon, I really received an invitation: Salamati, the secretary of our unit, invited us to visit her home.

Salamati is about thirty-seven or eight years old. She is a typical Uighur woman. She is tall, fair-skinned and has deep eye sockets. She talked to us in the increasingly popular Uighur Mandarin. For the first time, the company invited us to dinner. In the Subiyi Hotel with Uighur characteristics, they went to five people, all Russian-looking, who liked to play jokes on us. They introduced me to the different living habits of Uighurs and Han people while eating.

Her home is two blocks away from our apartment. In the afternoon 19, several of us walked in the direction she told us. According to the agreed place, we waited there for her husband to pick us up. At this time, it is the time when the children are out of school. The setting sun shone obliquely on the street through the tall poplar trees, and the mottled leaves were golden. Uighur primary school students are playing on the road with their schoolbags on their backs, and shouts and laughter are particularly lively in the sunset. There are also parents who pick up their children, holding their children in their hands and talking in Uighur while walking. The rich ethnic customs are a picture of Uygur life, so real and tangible.

We haven't met Salamati's husband yet. She told us to wait here, so that we would observe every Uighur man who passed by us. Soon, a chubby Uighur came to us on a bicycle. It seems that he did it. Sure enough, he got off the bus not far from us and asked us with a smile, "Are you friends of Jiangsu?" We nodded, and he shook hands with us and led us to their home.

Shalamat lives in a village where Uighurs live in the south of the county seat. After crossing the street, he entered the village The dirt road is clean and the courtyard is tidy. It is said that Uighurs love cleanliness. One of the most important tasks for a woman every day is to clean up, not only her yard, but also the road near her home. Old Uighurs are often seen cleaning, cleaning their homes and outside.

I turned two corners and went to Salamati's house, three rooms. The yard is spacious, with two fruit trees planted in the middle. Uighurs like to plant fruit trees in the yard, and they are also very interesting in life. Salamati has already greeted us in the yard. Today, she is wearing casual home clothes, unlike the social suit she wore in Su Biyi restaurant last time. She still looked at us with a gentle smile and said in her improving Mandarin, "Please come and sit in the house. Welcome you! "

We entered their main room. Near the east wall was a big kang with a floral carpet. On the kang was a short and long table filled with all kinds of cakes. This is how Uighurs entertain guests, especially melon seeds. Eat in the restaurant here, and I'll give you two plates of melon seeds when we arrive. After taking off our shoes, we all got on the kang, and it was really uncomfortable to sit cross-legged or kneel there. But according to people's national customs, Salamati's husband accompanied us to chat while eating cakes and fruits. He introduced himself and said, "My surname is Sha, and I work in the county." During drinking, we knew that he was also the leader of a unit in the county.

In fact, Uighurs do not have a single surname. I guess it's for our good address. It was also introduced in Su Biyi that day. During our stay in Xinjiang, we encountered such a situation many times. For example, a man named Alamaitijiang introduced Mr. A, adding the Han appellation factor.

Salamati's husband introduced his family and their house to us. Salamati never came to sit with us, but was busy in the kitchen. During our three-hour visit to her house, Salamati had a glass of wine with us. He was always busy cooking in the kitchen and only came when the food was served. It's nothing like the unit leader in the "Su Biyi" hotel. At home, he is a Uighur housewife.

They also invited the editor-in-chief of the county TV station to accompany us to dinner. He is a very bright and hearty Hebei native, with a glib tongue and a heavy drinker. While drinking, he sang for us from time to time. There are about one or two cups for drinking in Xinjiang. At first, they always drink one cup at a time, then pour half a cup at a time, and finally put the cups away, leaving only two cups and taking turns drinking them. We are not used to this way of drinking, but in the happy atmosphere they created, we all drank a lot and walked a little shaky. I have to admire the capacity for drinking of Xinjiang people. Two people drink with four people, twice as much as we do. They sing and tell jokes from time to time, which makes us laugh our heads off.

One night, the wine bureau was in high spirits, and it was already morning 1 when she went out.

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