Great Power Army Reclamation

When I stepped into the car, I saw that the driver was the young man who followed Lao Wang every day. This guy is so big that he doesn't even cover his face. Yang Geyong directly grabbed his hand that was twisting the key to start the ignition.

This guy was quite fierce. He punched Yang Geyong in the face with his fist. On one side of Yang Geyong's body, his fist brushed his nose, and his skin felt a slight pain from the wind of the fist. Yang Geyong was shocked. The power of this fist was not small. He looked like a master.

Yang Geyong reached out and grabbed the guy's wrist before he could pull it back. He twisted it into his arms, and with a click, the guy's wrist was dislocated. Cold sweat broke out in pain, but without saying a word, he hit me again with the other hand.

How could Yang Geyong give him this opportunity? He rushed forward with a fist and bumped directly into his fist. The guy finally couldn't bear it anymore and screamed and collapsed. It doesn’t matter if I don’t wither, I can’t use my two hands anymore.

Yang Geyong opened the car door and kicked him out. At this time, the only uninjured man had been stabbed in the buttocks by Jiang Bul, and he limped towards the Gobi Desert with his buttocks covered.

Yang Geyong did not beat them again, and said to Vasily: "They are all Chinese. I will not make it difficult for you today. But you can't drive this car today. I just ruined so many sheets. This price is enough to start from Maozi." They changed cars over there. Go back and tell Lao Wang, if you are not convinced, just come to me."

How could Vasily have the guts to say anything harsh to him? He hugged his injured hand and ran away, followed closely by several other people. Only the young man took one look at Ye Yuze and then left.

Jiang Bul came up and hugged Yang Geyong. "Brother, you can rival the bravest warrior in our clan! I want to marry my sister to you."

Yang Geyong's expression was stagnant and he did not dare to answer this question. Kazakhs are straightforward and do what they say. Zhao Ling'er's face appeared in front of his eyes, and Yang Geyong couldn't help but shuddered. I really don't dare!

Yang Geyong drove his car and slowly followed Jiangbul's bullock cart. Half an hour later, we finally entered the village.

The village is a typical northern Xinjiang style. The house and courtyard walls are all made of dry earth walls. The yard is large and full of fruit trees. There are five people in Jiangbul's family, including his parents, brother and a younger sister.

My brother went out to herd sheep with his parents, and he and his sister were the only ones at home. My sister is seventeen. He has big eyes, fair skin, and a braided hair. It's very beautiful.

Ox carts can be driven into the yard, but jeeps cannot. The door is not wide enough and the car can only be placed outside the yard. Unload the cow and let it out to graze. The old cow doesn't have to worry about getting lost. It will come back by itself after dark.

Jiangbul asked his sister to cook meat, saying that he wanted to entertain his best brother. Then he ran out to call friends. Jiang Buer's sister, named Ayina, looked at Yang Geyong curiously with her big eyes open.

Yang Geyong saw that she was struggling to chop the meat, so he quickly pulled out his knife and cut half of the sheep open for her. Then put it in the pot. In fact, Kazakhs are a bit chauvinistic and don't care much about cooking. Ayina was a little touched by Yang Geyong's behavior, and she quickly ran into the house and brought out milk tea, Borsac, and raisins, and placed them on the table under the grape trellis.

As soon as Jiang Bull went out, he was not seen for an hour. Ayina took out the basin again and started making naan. You must know that the temperature of their naan pit is very high, but you still have to put your arms in to stick the dough on the wall of the oven. This person who has never been exposed to fire is really easily burnt.

Ayina is very capable. The dough quickly turns into round cakes in her hands. The naan is thin in the middle and thick around the outside. She has to use tools to poke countless small holes in the middle so that the naan will be crispy.

After the naan cake is made, it is necessary to paste it into the naan pit. Just when Ayina was about to take action, Yang Geyong had already picked up the Hong Liu Gai with the naan cakes, placed it in front of the naan pit and stuck it up. His movements are very skillful. After several months of wandering life, he is very familiar with Kazakh housework. In addition, he is a person with strong hands-on ability, so he is naturally familiar with this little thing.

Ayina bit her lip and looked at this cool Han Balang. She felt indescribable fondness in her heart, but the girl's shyness prevented her from expressing it. I can only wait for him to finish his work and dig out all the delicious things at home.

Walnuts, jujubes, dried peaches and preserved apricots. Add several colors of raisins. The tables were filled. She sat on the side and kept pouring milk tea for Yang Geyong. He took out the energy of stuffing a hamster and made Yang Geyong so exhausted that he didn't eat anything.

Jiang Buer finally came back, drunk. Behind him were five or six young people of similar age. It seems that this guy went to ask someone to drink and came back drunk. Those few people also had red heads and swollen faces, as if they were afraid that they had drunk too much, and they all twisted around to moonwalk.

Jiang Buer did not forget to introduce everyone: "Look, this is my best Han brother. Just now, he beat away four bad guys by himself and snatched their car. It's the one outside the yard." "

The blood of young people is always easily ignited, sometimes just because of a word. What's more, these are these drunken young men. Not caring that the meat was not yet cooked, each of them opened the wine bottles they brought and started to toast Yang Geyong.

Looking at this posture, Yang Geyong didn't dare to drink with them in the yard. He lay on the ground for a while and had to carry them one by one into the house. So he called them and entered the house.

Kazakh houses are very clean. Although they look like mud houses, the walls are covered with tapestries and the floors are covered with carpets. You can sleep anywhere in this kind of house.

Some people will put a low table on the carpet, and drink tea or eat on the table. But some families don't use a table at all, just lay a piece of plastic sheet, and this is their dining table. Anyway, as long as they sit, or sit cross-legged, it doesn't matter whether they have a table or not.

However, Han people must pay attention to one thing if they are guests, that is, do not step on this plastic sheet with your feet. This is a great disrespect for the host.

Ayina brought in all the snacks from the yard, and the guys started toasting to Yang Geyong. Yang Geyong really couldn't drink at this time and drank too much milk tea.

But Kazakhs don’t use any language to persuade you to drink. Their method is to sing you a toast song while holding a wine glass. If you don't drink, they will keep singing until you are done.

These guys came with a box of Yilitqu. This box contained 24 bottles and had a temperature of 63 degrees. Including Yang Geyong, there are eight people in total. After drinking this box of wine, each person will have to drink three bottles.

Looking at this posture, it was definitely impossible to refuse, so Yang Geyong simply refused to give them a chance to toast.

They always use thick brown porcelain bowls to drink. If the bowl is not too full, only two ounces. Yang Geyong drank ten bowls in one breath, and more than half of the guys fell down directly.