Great Power Army Reclamation

At this moment, Ye Feng is running long-distance with Yifei. In the past few months, Yifei's body has become much stronger and her face has become very rosy. After running a few laps, my breathing was slightly short, but my steps were still light.

"Yifei is getting more and more powerful, I can hardly keep up with you." Ye Feng couldn't help but praise.

Yifei said coquettishly: "Brother is lying again, you can outrun me with just one leg."

Ye Feng laughed "haha", wiped the sweat from her face, then curled up one leg and said while jumping: "Come on, let's see if I can outrun you with one leg?"

Yifei exerted her strength with her legs and surpassed Ye Feng in an instant, and then smiled proudly. He turned around and ran backwards: "Brother Ye Feng, I can catch up if I run like this."

Ye Feng jumped forward hard, panting from exhaustion, but couldn't catch up. He complained: "Damn girl, you fooled me again."

But before she could finish her words, Yifei suddenly tripped and fell backwards with a cry of surprise.

Ye Feng rushed forward and hugged Yifei, but he rushed too quickly, how could he hold her back? The two fell to the ground together.

Anyway, Ye Feng reacted quickly, turned around while holding Yifei in the air, and then landed on his back, while Yifei lay on top of him.

Feeling the softness coming from her, Ye Feng felt his heart tremble. After this girl recovered from her illness, her body became as erect as blowing air.

Yifei, who was still a little panicked, suddenly noticed that Ye Feng's heartbeat was beating violently. Her body went limp, and she fell on Ye Feng again. Ye Feng grunted and said dissatisfied:

"Are you trying to break big rocks with your chest?"

Yifei blushed, raised her body and hit it again: "Okay, let's practice breaking big rocks with the chest!"

Ye Feng closed his eyes and murmured: "This boulder is so soft, but not even."

Yifei stood up immediately and said "Bah": "Brother Ye Feng is getting worse and worse!"

Ye Feng laughed "haha" and jumped up from the ground. At this time, the phone in my pocket rang.

"Brother Ye Feng, I advanced to the Hong Kong Island TV competition!" Yuanfang's excited voice came from the microphone.

"Yeah, I got it. Come on! I still have something to do, so I'll hang up." Ye Feng hung up the phone after saying that.

Maybe it's because there has been almost no contact in the past few months. Ye Feng is no longer used to chatting with Yuanfang. At first it was mainly because Yuanfang was busy, but later Ye Feng got used to it.

In fact, sometimes a habit is a kind of dependence. Once this dependence is gone, the habit will change.

"Is this Sister Yuanfang's phone number?" Yifei looked at Ye Feng with a complicated expression, feeling a little sad in her heart.

Ye Feng shook his head: "Let's keep running about the company's affairs. Keep going like this, and when we go to college, you will become a girl as strong as an ox."

This sentence is a colloquial language of the Kazakhs. Among their adjectives, they often use cow.

"I don't think I'm a cow. It's so big and has to be milked every day." At this point, Yifei suddenly realized that she had said the wrong thing, so she squealed and ran away.

Ye Feng caught up and asked inexplicably: "Why are you running? I don't want to milk you?"

Speaking of this, Ye Feng realized why he ran away? Couldn't help laughing.

Yifei stared at him angrily and said nothing, her little mouth pouting like a donkey.

Yuanfang was thoughtful as she listened to the busy tone on the phone. She felt that Ye Feng had changed a bit, but she couldn't think too much about it at this time, because the singer below had already appeared on the stage.

"Prepare to use the gun, thrust!" "Kill!" Comrade Lao Zhao was training with the people of the security company, and there was a non-staff member in the queue.

The old man was also wearing a camouflage uniform. At this time, he held his rifle flat with both hands and practiced the straight thrust action again and again.

This was a task given by Ye Yuze, saying that his male hormones had decreased and he needed to exercise. If he didn't come, he would leave it to Comrade Lao Zhao.

In fact, he originally wanted to throw it to Yang Geyong, but thinking that the old man would definitely lose his skin there, he couldn't bear it. After all, his age was there, and he shouldn't be allowed to suffer that pain again.

Who knew that the old man would be extremely excited when he got here, and he couldn't put it down while grabbing a handful of weapons. I wanted to learn everything, so I was willing to accept the training from Comrade Lao Zhao.

Ye Yuze went to the clothing factory to see his mother. Ye Wancheng had returned to Junken City, but the Queen Mother refused to leave, saying that she wanted to help African women become masters.

In fact, Ye Yuze didn't agree with what these aunts were doing. People have been living this way for generations, why do you have to change? You should learn to respect other people's national customs, okay?

But he can't afford to offend anyone in this group, and he can occasionally compete with his uncles. At least they are reasonable, but how can women be reasonable?

The workshop is not suitable for air conditioning, so several rows of ceiling fans are spinning their blades on the roof.

But in this closed workshop, it wouldn't have much effect, and Meihua's clothes were already soaked.

The aunts all behaved in the same way. They were chatting and laughing, and looked more embarrassed than the black women who looked content.

The main reason is that they have been here since they were born and have long been completely adapted to the temperature here, but they, the northern Xinjiang people, really can't stand it.

The aunts all have one thing in common, that is, they have all lost weight. Living here will give them better results than going to specialize in losing weight.

Seeing his mother meticulously instructing the workers on their work, Ye Yuze felt a little distressed. He really regretted it now. Why did he come up with such a bad idea?

The old comrades didn't leave in a fool's errand. The Queen Mothers all came, and all of them looked like they were cheating, and they all had a second youth.

Lighter personally brought someone and delivered a large bucket of ice-cold mung bean soup. This is what Ye Yuze ordered, and the supply must be guaranteed every day.

In fact, not all of today's aunts are in garment factories, some of them are in vegetable fields. The soil here is fertile and everything grown grows very well, but people here don’t grow it.

So they got various vegetable seeds, opened up a big vegetable garden, and harvested a lot.

Naturally, they sold what they couldn't finish, and then they had an unexpected surprise: merchants from other districts came to buy vegetables from them, and the prices were unexpectedly high.

The aunts were all greedy for money, so they immediately stopped delivering food and started selling instead. As a result, the market opened up all of a sudden.

Not only Tanzanian businessmen came to buy vegetables, but also businessmen from neighboring countries who had just been beaten to the ground also swarmed in.

The aunts can’t understand why they don’t grow things themselves if they can just sow some seeds and grow without any care. Do you have to travel so far to buy it?

But there are so many things that I can't figure out. Anyway, the things people here do are always so incredible. I simply don’t think about it anymore, making money is more important.

It is not a mistake to seek welfare while helping African women become masters.

It’s the end of the month, dear friends, don’t waste your tickets.