Great Power Reclamation

Chapter 1407 Patrol Lunch
However, men are men, and they all want to do big things and do serious things.How can I go to do the same things as the old ladies to eat, drink and have fun?

With that skill, it's like patrolling the border.Stepping on the once disputed areas, the sheep beside them are grazing comfortably. What else can satisfy these old army farmers like this?
Wei Quanyou walked with his son-in-law and another comrade-in-arms to see if there were any new footprints on the grass.Except for them and the border guards, outsiders will not come to this area.

And their footprints and those of the soldiers are Jiefang shoes, which can be recognized at a glance.Wei Quanyou taught the two people his experience in observing footprints.

In fact, Ye Wancheng said several times that he wanted to get Wei Quanyou's son-in-law into the company, but Wei Quanyou refused.He feels that there are some things in a person's life that are more important than making money.

There was a sound of hoofbeats, and they looked up and laughed.It turned out that it was Old Zhao and Heizi galloping here on horseback.

Now Heizi has become Comrade Zhao's correspondent, basically inseparable.Every day, I follow Lao Zhao to run around the hundreds of kilometers of the border.

Compared with other employees in Military Reclamation City, the salaries of border guards are the lowest. Retirees like Lao Zhao and the others have no wages at all and get pensions.Whether they patrol the border or not, their wages are so much.

As for young people like Heizi and others, the gap widened.After all, this job has no benefits, it is just a part of the funds provided by Junken City as a pure subsidy.

"Old Wei, is there anything unusual?" Old Zhao asked habitually.

Wei Quan stood at attention: "Report to the battalion commander, everything is normal."

Old Zhao nodded in satisfaction, and then dismounted. It was noon, and they were ready to eat.

Heizi immediately took a small pot with him, and the linemen didn't have time to go back to eat at noon, because the route everyone was responsible for was too long, and if they went home to eat, they would definitely not be able to finish it.

Therefore, everyone is used to bringing some dry food, and when the time comes to light a fire for a test, or simply eat it.

Wei Quanyou seldom wastes time on these things. Even in winter, he is used to eating cold steamed buns, and eating a handful of snow when he is thirsty.This is what people of their generation often do.

Now his son-in-law is also doing well, but it is spring and there is no snow to eat, so he can only bring a kettle.

It's not that Wei Quanyou intentionally adheres to any good traditions, but the main reason is that the temperature in winter is too low, and it doesn't take half a day to carry a kettle before it turns into lumps of ice, which can't be poured out at all. It's better to grab snow and eat it.

Seeing Heizi skillfully set up a pot to boil water, Wei Quanyou knew that he was lucky, and looked at Lao Zhao: "Battle Commander, what's delicious?"

Old Zhao chuckled: "Those three regiments patrolled the border for a few days and were greedy, so they killed one of the sheep in the herd, and I captured a hind leg."

Old Zhao proudly opened a snakeskin bag on the horse's back. What kind of leg of lamb is this?Even took half of the butt off.

Old Zhao smiled and rubbed his hands, how could he not like mutton?It's just that his sheep are all released for the border guards, so he can't bear to kill them.

Because he ate one more bite, the child soldiers had to eat one less bite.How could a veteran compete for rations with a recruit?

Heizi went to the small river to scoop up half a pot of water, Heizi took out his dagger, and skillfully peeled off the mutton.The dagger was a bayonet from an old-fashioned riding rifle, very sharp.

The guns and bayonets they use now are all three-edged and cannot be used as knives.

It seemed that Heizi had done a lot of work, and the mutton quickly turned into pieces and fell into the pot under his knife.Sprinkle with another large grain of salt.After a while, the aroma of mutton floated out, making people salivate.

Throw the shaved bones with almost no meat into the pot, the bones make a delicious soup, and with Heizi's teeth sharper than wolves, a shred of meat will definitely not be wasted.

"Jax?" A greeting came, and it turned out that soldiers from five neighboring countries had patrolled here to greet them.

"Hello, Jax. Just Xi." Wei Quanyou responded skillfully in Kazakh.

With the disintegration of the Soviet Union, the border line adjacent to Junken City now belongs to Kazakhstan, so, has the language changed from Hala Shao to Jax?

The relationship between the two countries has always been very friendly, so when soldiers from both sides meet, they greet each other cordially.

Seeing their eager eyes, Wei Quanyou knew that they were greedy.Relatively speaking, the economies of neighboring countries are relatively poor, so their living standards are not high.

Old Zhao didn't take it seriously, and greeted him loudly to have some food together.They are all old soldiers, and they can speak a few words in ordinary Kazakh.

As expected, the other party was not polite, and stopped without hesitation.The mutton soup was cooked quickly, but the other party didn't bring anyone to drink the soup, so Lao Zhao didn't know what to do?
Then Wei Quanyou handed over his big tea mug filled with mutton soup, and said, just use this to eat.

The five guys were also friendly, and they drank one by one in turns, and gave their thumbs up while drinking.

Wei Quanyou handed over the chopsticks again, signaling them to scoop out the mutton inside and eat.Although a few guys don't know how to use chopsticks to pick up things, they still know how to pick up and pull up, and a jar of meat quickly went into their stomachs.

Seeing their greedy looks, Lao Zhao remembered that when he first entered Xinjiang, he was not as good as them, so he filled them with another pot of meat, and he filled soup with steamed buns to eat.

The soldiers over there followed suit, soaking black bread and eating it, not forgetting to give Lao Zhao and the others a big piece.

To be honest, Lao Zhao and the others are really not interested in this black thing that is similar to coal and tastes sour. Isn't it easier to steam a steamed bun?I don't know why they spend so much time making it so unpalatable?

In fact, acid is the taste of noodles after fermentation. You can't put some alkali to neutralize it, so it won't be sour?

Heizi, who has always been able to eat and drink, is rarely shy today. The main reason is that he really can't bear to rob others. He eats this food often. Who knows how often the person opposite him eats it?
Don't look at them eating together, but neither side has crossed the border line, that is the bottom line, especially their identities, they are the people who should abide by the system the most.

After eating and drinking enough, several people thanked Wei Quan and said goodbye.To be honest, they are not as rich as the former Soviet soldiers. They basically don't have those chocolates, sausages and the like, so there are no gifts that can be returned.

Heizi finally picked up the bone, which he originally wanted to give to the youngest soldier on the other side.But after all, I was unwilling.

After gnawing on the bones, he finally picked up the pot and poured the last mouthful of soup into his mouth. The meal was finally finished.Old Zhao left, and continued his inspection with Hei Zi.

(End of this chapter)