Great Power Army Reclamation

Lao Wang walked slowly but firmly. It was as if his words were a warning bell that would surely ring in Yang Geyong's heart. However, he thought too much, and Yang Geyong, a rookie, didn't understand the meaning of his words at all.

Yang Dahai sighed and walked over: "Little brother, you have offended a big customer. Lao Wang is a big seller of goods here."

Yang Geyong no longer likes to talk to this guy. First of all, when he changed this batch of chocolates, he clearly saw it but didn't give any suggestions. And this Lao Wang came from his stall, and he didn't say a word. Although there may be reasons for him to be inconvenient to interrupt, he is not willing to make such friends.

Seeing that Yang Geyong was unwilling to speak, Yang Dahai returned to his stall. It was just one o'clock at noon, and instead of being less crowded at all, there were more people in the market.

Yang Geyong picked up a naan and started to eat it. Then several stall owners around him looked at him. One of them, a Kazakh boy in his twenties, pointed to the naan in his hand: "Friend, can you sell me one?"

Yang Geyong feels close to the Kazakhs from the bottom of his heart. Not to mention Chi Naer, even during those few months of wandering on the grassland, she always ate and drank in Kazakh yurts.

He opened the bag and handed it to the young man: "Eat, what can I buy?"

The young man was very happy. He reached out and took out a naan and started to eat it. I choked after taking a few bites, so I ran back to my stall and got a skin bag and a small wooden bowl. Then I poured out a bowl of yogurt, broke off a piece of naan, dipped it in the yogurt, and then put it in my mouth. Then he smiled with satisfaction.

He pushed the bowl towards Yang Geyong, and Yang Geyong was not polite. First he drank the yogurt in the bowl in one gulp, then poured another bowl and started making naan bread.

Kazakhs like to make milk tea when eating naan, but the milk tea must be drunk hot to taste. You can only take yogurt with you when you go out like this. They generally don't drink boiled water unless they have no other choice.

This young man's name is Jiangbul, and he is from a nearby village. This guy has been restless since he was a child. He did not follow the customs of his ethnic group and started herding sheep since he was a child. Instead, like the Uighurs, he likes to do business.

He is similar in age to Yang Geyong and has a lively and enthusiastic personality. After eating Yang Geyong's naan, he became friends with Yang Geyong and talked about everything.

Despite his young age, he is very familiar with everyone in the market, and there seems to be no one he doesn't know. Keep saying hello to people. He also brought along Yang Geyong’s naan and gave it away within a short time.

Yang Geyong looked at this guy dumbfounded and asked, "Jiangbul, are you full?"

Jiang Bull was stunned for a moment before he noticed the empty pockets, and scratched his head in embarrassment. Yang Geyong put the remaining half into his hand. He was not polite and ate it in a few mouthfuls.

After he finished eating, he started to promote business for Yang Geyong, as if he had no goods himself.

Not to mention, familiarity means easy work. In just half an hour, Yang Geyong's goods were completely sold out. Yang Geyong counted the money in his hand, 850 yuan, only the ten bags of chocolates were left. Several people came here to give prices, but they really didn’t cost more than a dime. Only then did Yang Geyong realize that Lao Wang had really not deceived him.

But he really didn't want to sell these ten bags of chocolate. He always felt that such a large piece of candy was too much of a loss for a dime. After thinking about it, he decided to carry it back to Shihezi. He couldn't get the goods in Yining anyway.

The goods were sold out early, so Yang Geyong decided to return directly to Yining and take the evening train to Shihezi. This way we won’t delay things, and we can sleep one night in the car anyway. Jiangbul originally wanted to take him to his house for a drink, but he declined and made an appointment to meet here in three days.

I followed the bus to Yining. The shuttle bus left at eight o'clock in the evening, and it was now after six o'clock. Yang Geyong decided to eat something. He didn't have enough to eat at noon today, so he asked Jiang Bul to give everything away. He left his things at the station and accidentally came to the noodle shop run by Hongliu's cousin.

My cousin was also stunned when she saw him, looking a little embarrassed. Although she also felt that this boy had no conscience, she felt that expelling him from the factory was too much. In those days, firing someone was equivalent to destroying their job for life.

Yang Ge was so calm that he smiled and shouted: "Sister, bring me a big bowl of mutton braised noodles!"

Among Chinese noodles, Henan noodles are less famous. In fact, the taste is also very good, especially their braised noodles, which are quite authentic and one of Yang Geyong's favorite things to eat.

What Yang Geyong didn't expect was that the person who came to face him turned out to be Hong Liu. He hadn't seen him for a few days and looked very haggard. His eyes were red and there were tears on his face, as if he had just cried.

He quickly took it and put it on the table, took out his handkerchief and handed it over. "Sister Hong Liu, please wipe your tears."

His words caused Hong Liu to burst into tears that he had just held back. Yang Geyong was also a little at a loss.

To be honest, he still likes this woman Hong Liu. But this kind of liking is not love, but the kind of attachment and closeness like a family member. But if Zhao Ling'er hadn't been there, if he had stayed in the factory, the two of them might have gotten together.

But if this doesn't exist, it's because Zhao Ling'er is always here. And according to her character, this Hong Liu wouldn't have the slightest chance.

Hong Liu finally calmed down and looked at Yang Geyong with dull eyes: "I'm sorry, my dad shouldn't have treated you like that."

Yang Geyong smiled: "Sister, don't take it personally. You and your father are both good people. No matter what he does, I will never hate him. I lived here alone, but you two helped me like relatives. . I will always keep this feeling in my heart, and you will be my relatives for the rest of my life. I will go to see him when he is relieved."

Hong Liu's eyes were a little confused. She knew that he was a good man, but this man was destined to have no fate with him.

After Yang Geyong finished his meal, the two of them talked again. Yang Geyong rushed back to the station. He didn't sleep well last night, so he fell asleep when he got on the train. He didn't know he had arrived at Shihezi until he was woken up by the conductor.

He went directly to the guest house and booked a room. The waiter knew him, so he didn't ask for a letter of introduction. But this time you still have to pay, 80 cents per night.

After briefly washing up, he went out and drank a bowl of offal soup. This soup is also very different from the taste in your mouth. There are not so many seasonings, and there is no need to look for the few pieces of haggis in the soup. Most of the full bowl was filled with haggis, but the soup was pitiful. Only a thin layer. This fully reflects the arrogance of northern Xinjiang people in eating.

Moreover, don’t expect to find the most valuable sheep lungs here. There are none. That thing has other uses.