Great Power Army Reclamation

In the eyes of a tiger, the female wolf must be beautiful and extremely attractive, right? Anyway, he can't describe it, so we can only guess it from his eyes.

But at this moment, the she-wolf ignored him. She just opened her mouth with difficulty, picked up the meat on the ground and started chewing it. It was obvious that every move of her mouth would cause injuries in her body and make her body tremble, but she still ate hard. Because wolves understand that there are no doctors or medicines in their race, and the only thing that can cure their injuries is food.

Chi Na'er looked at the wind and snow outside that refused to stop for a moment from the window, with a sad look on her face. The house was already crowded with sheep. Kazakhs still don’t like burning coal, so they still burn dry cow dung in the stove.

Arslan was still fast asleep. I went to the yurt yesterday and drank too much. I just got home this morning. I must have not slept well. Their winter nest was on a hillside more than ten kilometers away from Zhang Jianmin and his friends.

Yesterday, Chi Naer took Ayi Jiang to herd the sheep by herself. Because the grazing area in Dongwozi is small and the grass is concentrated, men like to visit yurts most during this season, that is, they go to each house to drink.

Chi Na'er's parents moved to live with Lao Yumin shortly after her marriage. He planted a piece of land and started a settled life. As they get older, their physical conditions no longer allow them to go nomadic.

Ayijiang was already three years old. He looked out the window like his mother and sighed: "Mom, will the sheep be unable to go out to eat soon?"

Chi Na'er held her daughter in her arms. Don't know what's going on. Since giving birth to Ayi Jiang, Chi Naer has never been pregnant with another child. No matter how hard the strong Arslan tried, it had no effect.

Because of this, Arslan became depressed, became more alcoholic, and had a bad temper. After all, on the grassland, one would be looked down upon wherever one goes without a son.

Chi Na'er endured all this silently, knowing that this man was suffering in his heart. Kazakhs are not allowed to divorce unless their spouse dies. Although the laws of New China stipulate freedom of marriage, each nation has its own beliefs, so this nation still lives according to the way it likes.

It has been snowing for four days in a row. If this continues, the sheep will really have no grass to eat. Chi Naer got up and filled a piece of cow dung into the stove. Then he filled the copper kettle with snow, sat on the stove, and milked the cow himself. Herdsmen have several cows at home, and they rely on their milk all year round.

The cows don’t need to be locked up, they are just around the corner from the house. Since the winter pasture has a fixed location, a shed was built for a few cows.

When she saw Chi Na'er coming out, a cow said "Moo!" to her. It seemed to be telling her: "Come on, it's so swollen."

Chi Na'er answered something, and then walked over with a small bucket. She first sprinkled a handful of soybeans into the stone trough, then squatted down and started milking.

Chi Na'er is very skilled in milking, and her hands move up and down the cow's udder gently and quickly. Under her movement, streams of milk steamed and fell into the small iron bucket on the ground.

The cow enjoyed all this, squinted her eyes, said "moo", and started chewing the soybeans in her mouth again.

Cattle and sheep are the food and companions of the Kazakhs. These animals have nourished generations of Kazakhs for thousands of years.

After squeezing half a small bucket of milk, Chi Naer returned to the house. At this time, the water on the stove also boiled. Chi Na'er picked up a brick of tea, broke off a piece from it, and threw it into the water. Then pour the fresh milk into the copper kettle until it is full.

Use a spoon to stir it inside a few times. By this time, the hard brick tea chunks have dispersed. The so-called brick tea is made from various kinds of raw tea, dried, sifted, fanned, cut, and ground into semi-finished products, and then steamed and pressed at high temperatures.

Long-term drinking of brick tea can help digestion, effectively promote and regulate human metabolism, and play a certain role in health care and pathological prevention of the human body. Therefore, there is a saying about brick tea in northwest China that "it is better to live without food for three days than to live without tea for one day". Along with milk and meat, brick tea has become a daily necessity for people of all ethnic groups in the northwest.

The grassland does not produce tea, so this stuff is sold from the mainland. Since ancient times, it has been one of the main goods traded between the mainland and the Western Regions.

Chi Naer sprinkled a handful of salt into the teapot again. According to the Kazakhs, if you eat without salt, you will have no strength.

After the milk tea was brewed, Ayi Jiang had already folded up the quilt and blanket for sleeping and placed them on the cabinet next to the wall. But the blanket was a bit heavy, and she couldn't put it on even though she put it on her toes several times.

When I saw my mother walking in, I had to pout and ask my mother for help. Chi Na'er praised her daughter and neatly stacked the bedding on the cabinet.

"Arslan, the milk tea is ready, do you want to drink it?" Chi Naer asked Arslan, who was snoring. Arslan turned over and went back to sleep.

Ayi Jiang sighed: "Mom, this dad is the laziest cow on the grassland!"

Chi Na'er laughed out loud and pulled her daughter to sit on the table. Then he took out a few wooden bowls and started pouring milk tea into them.

"Mom, I want to eat milk!" Ayi Jiang shouted.

Chi Na'er opened the lid and saw that a layer of milk had condensed on the teapot, so she took it out with a spoon and put it into her daughter's bowl. Ayi Jiang cheered and began to put his mouth to the edge of the bowl to suck the nipple.

There was still some leftover mutton from last night, so Chi Naer cut a few pieces with a knife and put them into her daughter's milk tea. Then break the naan into small pieces, put them into your own milk tea bowl and start eating breakfast.

Arslan didn't know what time she would sleep until now. She had to go herd the sheep after dinner. With this damn weather, I don’t know when the sheep will no longer be able to nibble on the grass in the snow.

The meal was finished quickly, and Ayi Jiang told her daughter: "Watch dad sleeping, mom is going to herd the sheep."

Ayi Jiang also stood up: "I'm going to herd sheep with my mother. That little black one listens to me the most!"

Chi Na'er smiled: "Ayijiang is obedient. The snow is too thick and Ayijiang can't walk. If you follow your mother, you won't be able to herd the sheep."

Ayijiang pouted and resisted for a while, but when he saw that his mother was not soft-hearted at all, he had to give up. Waving her little hands, she shouted: "Goodbye, Mom, come back soon."

Chi Na'er agreed, opened the door, and led a few weak ewes out of the house.

The sheep pens in Dongwozi are all made of earthen walls. There is also a roof on the side. It's just that this roof can't cover all the sheep at all. However, sheep also have their own way to keep out the cold, which is squeezing. The colder the weather, the closer they are squeezed together, and with their thick fur, they can basically withstand the severe cold of 20 to 30 degrees below zero.

Opening the door of the sheepfold, the sheep swarmed out, and then started heading towards the grassland under the leadership of the leader sheep.