Great Power Army Reclamation

When Chi Naer saw it was them, she was stunned for a moment. Then he smiled and said, "Hey, long time no see. Come in and have a cup of tea." After saying this, she glanced at Zhao Ling'er's hand holding Yang Geyong's. Yang Geyong subconsciously wanted to throw away, but Zhao Ling'er held on tighter.

After entering the yurt, Chi Naer wanted to pour them milk tea sitting on the stove. Zhao Ling'er saw that it was inconvenient for her to hold the child, so she quickly picked up the copper pot and poured three bowls. After pouring the tea, he also teased the child in Chi Naer's arms for a while. "What a beautiful child. Is it a boy?"

Chi Na'er shook her head: "It's a girl, her name is Ayi Jiang. She's five months old."

The child in Chi Naer's arms seemed to know that several people were talking about her. The big eyes rolled around, seemingly full of curiosity about the two strangers.

Yang Geyong looked at this child and felt very close to him for some reason. The child's eyes were also fixed on him, and he started babbling. Don't know what you are expressing?

He wanted to stand up and hug the child, but in the end he didn't move. Zhao Ling'er saw the two of them being amused, so she directly took little Ayi Jiang and stuffed it into Yang Geyong's arms. "The child likes you, give her a hug."

Yang Geyong awkwardly took the child, and didn't know how to hold the child comfortably, so he simply held her waist with one hand and supported the child's feet with the other. The child caught something with his feet and subconsciously kicked it a few times, as if he was about to jump up. A small hand was still grabbing Yang Geyong's face. The chubby little hand was quite strong and pinched Yang Geyong's nose. The babbling sounds in his mouth are even more cheerful.

The two girls couldn't help laughing when they saw this scene. Zhao Ling'er looked at it for a while and shouted in surprise: "Chi Na'er, look at the two of them!"

Chi Na'er was stunned for a moment, then shook her head: "You are so young, what can you see?"

"But look at those eyes, nose, and hair. Ayi Jiang's hair is also curly!" Zhao Ling'er argued.

Chi Na'er glanced at Yang Geyong, who was playing happily with Ayi Jiang, and smiled: "Kazakhs have a lot of curly hair? Genetic inheritance."

After talking for a while, Ayi Jiang started to cry, as if he was hungry. Chi Naer did not shy away from them and started feeding the child. Little Ayijiang fell asleep directly after eating. The little mouth kept moving in his sleep, as if he was still sucking milk.

Chi Naer stood up: "You continue to drink tea. Arslan will be back soon. I will cook for you."

Zhao Ling'er asked: "Did he go out to herd sheep? Why did your parents go?"

Chi Na'er smiled: "My parents have returned to the village. Now Arslan and I are herding sheep. They have gone back to the village to plant some land and have not come out."

At this time, Yang Geyong stood up: "We won't eat here. I haven't been back for a long time. I went to see Ye Yuze's father today, and I have to rush back to Yining to work tomorrow."

"Where are you in Yining?" Chi Na'er asked seemingly casually.

"I work in Yining Woolen Textile Factory." After saying this, Yang Geyong walked out of the yurt. The two women came out then, mounted their horses and left.

Chi Na'er stood there waving to them until they couldn't see their shadows, then she wiped her eyes and went to light a fire to make naan. The fire in the naan pit was lit, and while Chi Na'er was kneading the dough, she softly hummed a song: "Every time people walk past the yurt, they always look at it lovingly..."

When he arrived at the company, Ye Wancheng didn't know where to go for medical treatment. Yang Geyong searched for his peers in the company and found that most of the boys had gone to work in other companies. Wei Yuxiang and several girls stayed in the company. The girls became sewing workers and worked in the pencil box factory, and Wei Yuxiang helped with some labor work.

In fact, it is no longer called a pencil box factory, but a clothing factory. They processed jeans for Meihua's clothing factory. The factory was very busy. It was not until lunch time that they had a quick chat with Ma Rong, Yulan and Wei Yuxiang.

Twenty thousand pairs of jeans a month, the cost price of each pair shipped to Tangcheng is 7 yuan, and the net profit of one pair is 5 yuan, which almost makes everyone crazy. Making one more pair means five more yuan! Nowadays, the monthly profit of the garment factory is enough to pay the entire company's wages. Lianli suddenly became much richer.

Nowadays, each unit of the Corps has much greater autonomy. In addition to the prescribed amount of money it earns, it is basically distributed by the grassroots leaders themselves. This time, every household has increased their income. When everyone talks about plum blossoms, they praise it from the bottom of their hearts.

Looking at all this, Zhao Ling'er couldn't help sighing: "This must have been done by Ye Yuze again, he is a monster!"

Yang Geyong also shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I don't want to find him. I just feel that I can't keep up with him. If being in front of him can only be a drag, I might as well do something I like."

In the end, the two decided to go back without waiting for Ye Wancheng. Yang Geyong has to rush back tomorrow. It's hard to leave him in the factory for a long time. The main reason is that he doesn't feel at ease.

He went to Uncle Wei's house again, but unexpectedly met Ye Wancheng. It turned out that he was here to give Uncle Wei an acupuncture. Uncle Wei has rheumatism, but this disease cannot be cured. He can only rely on plasters and acupuncture every year to relieve it.

After hearing Yang Geyong's current situation, the two of them couldn't help but nodded: "You're a good boy, do your best. Northern Xinjiang will ultimately have to rely on you young people."

When Yang Geyong left, he put a thousand yuan into Uncle Wei's hand. How could Uncle Wei be willing to ask for it? The two of them struggled for a long time, and finally it was Ye Wancheng who made the decision: "Old Wei, take it, it's the child's heart."

On the way back, Zhao Ling'er suddenly hugged Yang Geyong's waist and felt sad: "I have to report tomorrow, but you are not there and there is no one I know. I suddenly don't want to go."

Yang Geyong opened her hand and consoled her: "It's not like I won't come back. Besides, there are still winter and summer vacations. Besides, the classmates will get familiar with each other in a few days. I'm afraid you won't be able to bear to come back by then."

Zhao Ling'er hit him and said coquettishly: "Nonsense, this is my home. Do you think I am like you and Ye Yuze, running away and never coming back? I will always be a group of people!"

Yang Geyong suddenly felt a little ashamed when he said this and didn't know how to answer the question. The main thing is that what people say is the truth.

After walking for a while, Zhao Ling'er suddenly hit him again: "I don't care, you have to send me to school, or I won't let you go!"

Yang Geyong turned his head and looked at her: "Don't your parents drive you?"

Zhao Ling'er shook her head: "The teacher is very busy at this time. My dad hasn't been home for almost two months. My mom is going to take me to school by car. If you go, don't let my mom run away. There are too many things, and I I can’t even get it myself.”