Great Power Army Reclamation

My mother had just passed away last year, and Liu Fengrong was already fifty years old. Decades of hard life had made this woman particularly strong.

He threw the leftovers picked up from the store, as well as the things that Smit and the others didn't eat much, to the pigs. There were two pigs in the yard, the big one weighed more than a hundred kilograms, and the smaller one only weighed twenty or thirty kilograms.

Seeing her coming back, the two pigs happily gathered around her legs and rubbed each other affectionately for a while before going to enjoy the delicious food.

Kevin looked confused. Is this because he doesn't let us eat it just to raise pigs?

But soon Liu Fengrong got busy, neatly folding noodles, cutting meat and vegetables. After a while, everything was done smoothly.

After the two pigs finished eating, they also followed them into the kitchen. Liu Fengrong's yard was very large. The house and yard were made of earthen houses, which had been eroded by the years and were already mottled.

This house was built by hammering and hammering with my mother when my father took them to flee to northern Xinjiang.

Maybe many people don’t know what dry base hitting is? Let me do some research. Dry base playing is actually similar to pouring concrete. Surround it with boards, then fill it with soil. The soil should be slightly moist, and then smash it with a sledgehammer.

Such walls are very strong and have good thermal insulation properties. The only drawback is the fear of rain. When rainwater erodes the surface a few times, a layer of the wall will be washed away.

The way to deal with rainwater is to apply a layer of mud mixed with wheat straw on the surface of the wall. This kind of mud is relatively resistant to rain, and of course it is not long-lasting, so diligent people will apply it once a year, so that the house can remain intact for a long time.

However, Liu Fengrong's father died early, and neither she nor her mother could do this kind of work, so over the decades, the walls were severely eroded by wind and rain.

In fact, there are many such houses in northwest China. Diwozi and Gandabasi are unique architectural features of Northern Xinjiang.

Kevin and Smit walked around the room and couldn't help but exclaimed, and kept humbly asking for advice on things they couldn't understand. After getting the answer, I had to sigh again.

Liu Fengrong made dumplings for them today, stuffed with mutton and radish.

The attention of the two foreigners was quickly attracted by Liu Fengrong's dazzling speed. I want to learn how to make dumplings.

They actually often eat dumplings in the cafeteria. But of course I didn’t need them to do it, and I didn’t even look at it.

At this moment, Liu Fengrong used a rolling pin in one hand and a dough in the other, and after two turns, a round dumpling wrapper came out, which made them feel incredible.

There is also making dumplings. Liu Fengrong is a standard squeezing dumpling, holding the dumpling wrapper in one hand, putting the filling inside, and then closing his hands, a dumpling is thrown on the curtain.

The two foreigners insisted on learning with great interest. Liu Fengrong taught patiently. Although the two guys were clumsy, the dumplings in their hands quickly took shape. Of course, the shape is naturally unsatisfactory.

Soon, a large pot of steaming dumplings was brought to the table. Perhaps because they were personally involved in making the dumplings, the two guys eagerly took their chopsticks and started stuffing them into their mouths. They even grinned because they were burned and didn't care.

Liu Fengrong smiled dotingly as if looking at two children, and then prepared garlic and chili oil dipping sauce for them.

Dumplings are made to suit each person's taste. And no matter how much you add ingredients to the dumplings in the restaurant, you still can’t make them taste like home. The dumplings were so delicious that the two of them couldn't bend down while sitting there.

The two pigs didn't know if they were interested in these two guys who looked obviously different from the locals. One was guarding the other and lying at their feet, and they nudged them with their mouths from time to time, as if they were communicating emotionally.

The two guys naturally reciprocated the favor, imitating Liu Fengrong and tickling the pig. Both pigs grunted in comfort, which matched the grunts they made when they were stretched out.

Maybe Liu Fengrong has never had the opportunity to cook for a man? Looking at the useless looks of these two blond men, I felt indescribable satisfaction. Maybe this is what a woman's life should be like.

Foreign men generally have strong hands-on skills. After asking how to do the wall, the two of them rested for a while and then started to tie grass and mud. Of course, plastering the wall is a technical job, and it took a while to get used to it. The wall can be smoothed.

However, there was nothing wrong with the walls inside the house, but the outside was uneven. Soon, the exterior walls of the three rooms were restored to new.

Unfortunately, the courtyard wall was so damaged that there was no way to repair it. Only then did the two guys realize that the house and yard were made of bricks, so they asked Liu Fengrong why they didn't use bricks?

Liu Fengrong looked sad and could only tell them about the hard days in the past. The two guys burst into tears upon hearing this, wishing they had known each other for twenty years.

The steamed buns for dinner were mixed with a shredded radish and a tomato scrambled egg. The two guys had been busy for a long time, and their stomachs were already growling with hunger. Another heavy meal, until the moon rose to the middle, Liu Fengrong yawned in succession, and then said goodbye reluctantly.

On the way back, both of them were silent. Kevin was younger and finally lost his temper: "Smit, I think I'm in love with her."

"Go away, your wife is at home, don't talk nonsense here, it's me who should love her!" Smit was furious.

"It's not like you don't have a wife, so why don't you pick her up?" Kevin was naturally unconvinced.

"Our relationship has broken down a long time ago. I want to go back and get divorced!" Smit vowed.

"My wife doesn't know how to have children yet. In China, a woman will be divorced if she doesn't have children." Kevin was naturally unconvinced.

"Okay, let's compete fairly, and she can choose whoever she likes!" Smit finally gave in helplessly, but also proposed a relatively fair principle. Kevin naturally had to agree.

But after returning home, Smit immediately called a lawyer he knew well and asked him to find his wife to discuss divorce.

Naturally, Kevin had already made this small calculation and wanted to divorce Yuan Gungun. As a result, Yuan Gungun suddenly became furious. She has been in Junken City for these years, and she has learned a lot about the style of women here. How dare her man be so rebellious? How could you get used to it? So it was a fat beating.

After kneeling outside the house for half the night with a bruised nose and swollen face, Kevin had no choice but to admit his mistake honestly. After being forgiven, he was allowed to go inside and sleep.

However, Liu Fengrong's figure has not been erased from Kevin's mind, but it has become increasingly clear. Where can such a virtuous and capable woman be found? He Kevin will never give up.

When he went to work the next day, Kevin felt a little panicked when he found out that Smit had not come. He probably thought that Smit was not polite and must have gone out to show his courtesy.

Hey, uncles and gentlemen, it’s the 28th, why don’t you give your monthly tickets to others? I want it too. How about one or two every day? Do you have to make me cry?