Great Power Reclamation

Ye Qianqian ate this food when she was a child, and after so many years, no one digs it up and eats it even though it is all over the mountain.

She took one and put it in her mouth. The garlic-like fruit was full of juice and only had a faint sweet taste. Children nowadays have no interest in such fruits, and even the wild cherries that have begun to turn red are very attractive. Few people pick it up.Because the size is too small, although the taste is good, except for the skin and the core, there is nothing to eat.

The development of the times has made people more and more rich in material things, but they have also lost a lot.For example, with the improvement of seeds, even the cantaloupe and watermelon here have lost the taste of childhood...

A few old men were riding on the horses, and Liu Xiangdong's riding skills were getting better and better, and he could even make the horses run.

Among the three, old John is the oldest, over 70 years old, while Liu Xiangdong has just turned 67, and Ye Wancheng is the youngest, but he is also [-] years old.

There were two leather medicine boxes hanging on their horses, which was what Ye Wancheng carried all day when he was a health worker.

Now the three of them make rounds every day, and go wherever there are people. Of course, most of the places they go are herdsmen's yurts.

After all, members of the Corps are gathered in companies.Although ethnic people also have units such as herding teams and villages, most of them still drive sheep, live on grass, and live a family-based lifestyle.

Even if the mountains are covered by heavy snow in winter, the herdsmen still drive the flocks into the winter nest, and people are still with the flocks.Most of the people who can live in the village are the elderly and children.

As I get older, I don't dare to run too much, so the old men drive twenty to thirty kilometers every day. Basically, they live and eat at whose house they go.

I'm used to living in the city, and I really can't adapt to this kind of life for a while. First of all, I don't have a place to take a shower.

It's not yet summer, and the flocks are rushing away. They dare not graze too hard in a certain place, lest they hurt the grass and it will not grow well next year.

Therefore, the yurts will be relocated soon. Their means of transportation is ox carts. Although they have a lot of horses, for ethnic people, horses are used for riding, and no one uses them to pull carts.

Each family is a flock of sheep, a few horses, and a few cows.Cows not only pull carts, they also have to be milked.Herdsmen can live without water, but they cannot live without milk.

Milking a cow every morning is something every housewife must do.After a bucket of milk is milked, the water for daily life is also solved. First, milk tea is boiled, and the rest is put into leather pockets, and ghee is beaten to make yogurt.

After all, herdsmen use dried cow dung for cooking. When there is no dry cow dung on rainy and cloudy days, they use naan and yogurt to satisfy their hunger.Therefore, yogurt is one of the essential drinks for every family.

They can have no water, but they must never be without milk, because they have no habit of drinking water at all.

Ye Wancheng can still adapt to such a life. John is also from a milk-drinking background. American people only drink milk and rarely drink water.It's just that Liu Xiangdong suffered a little bit. He likes to drink green tea, but he gradually got used to it. Anyway, he didn't.

All three of them live in yurts when they meet them. Where there are no yurts, they go to the village or to the company. Anyway, they just see people when they meet them.Along the way, wherever you go, you are welcomed and respected.

On this day, they went to the Yinli area, which is far away from Junken City, and it has been more than half a month since they came out this time.

In Yinli Kazakh Autonomous Region, there are more ethnic people than Han people, so there are naturally more herdsmen.They walked along the border, and in addition to a few boxes of medicines, they only brought a few clothes.

Wolves are rarely seen in the grassland nowadays, but Ye Wancheng still brought a gun just to be on the safe side.

From time to time along the way, you can still meet border guards and say hello to each other, which saves you loneliness along the way.

Among them, they have been replenished three times, mainly medicines, and the medicines they brought, usually after passing through two villages, they will definitely be gone.

Naturally, they had to call for supplies, and the one who delivered the medicine was a new doctor from the Military Reclamation Hospital. His name was Panda. In fact, his name was Xiong Hongwei. Because of his chubby appearance, he was called Panda since he was a child.

Speaking of which, he is also a child of Jijianlian, but he is a nephew of Jijianlian. His mother married to the provincial capital, and later divorced, and the mother and son returned to Junken City.

His grandfather is called Xiong Dashan, a row of veterans, older than Ye Wancheng, and is approaching eighty this year.

After graduating from the Military Reclamation Technical School, the little guy failed to get into the Military Reclamation University, and he didn’t like working in a factory, so he was admitted to the Shihezi University School of Medicine.Last year's internship period expired, and this year he was retained by the Military Reclamation Hospital.

Pandas are optimistic by nature, they are round and round, and they always have a smile on their faces, which is very cute.At present, it belongs to the special liaison officers and logistics supply personnel of the three old men.

After the three old men entered Yinli, the first village they entered was Qiongkushitai. This village was located in the middle of the mountain surrounded by mountains. The three of them were shocked when they entered the village.

Most of the villages of people in northern Xinjiang are made of mud houses, or the kind of mud houses that are used to build bases.However, here is a wooden house, and the architectural style is very rough.

Generally, a piece of wood is cut from the middle and connected together with sharpened steel bars, and some of them are simply connected together by the whole piece of wood.

This is also related to the fact that there is no lack of trees here. Unlike most mountains in northern Xinjiang, the hillsides here are inevitably covered with poplar trees. The leaves at this time are still a little yellow in early spring, which is really beautiful.

Although Ye Wancheng has lived in northern Xinjiang for so many years, he has never seen this kind of wooden house before, so he stepped forward to observe it curiously.

In the center of the village is a dirt road with some stones thrown on it. There used to be many such roads in northern Xinjiang, but they can no longer be seen in Junken City.

Most of the houses are built on both sides of the road, and some are on the high part of the hillside. The paths leading to each house are all dirt roads, and it must be difficult to walk compared to when it rains.

There are several old Kazakh men sitting around a canteen, what are they talking about?Ye Wancheng had been dealing with them for a long time, so he began to communicate with them in Kazakh.

When they heard that the three of them were all doctors and they were all of this age, several old Kazakhs rushed to take them to their homes.

Ye Wancheng waved his hand: "Don't go home yet, I'm just here to check it out for you. Anyway, I can't bring any instruments. The checkup is a stethoscope, a sphygmomanometer, and a pulse signal."

After a lot of work, it's time for injections and injections, and it's time to take medicine, and then it's time to go to various homes for diagnosis and treatment.

There is a barefoot doctor in the village. She is said to be a doctor, but in fact she has studied as a nurse for a few days. She is the daughter of the village chief, and her name is Saya. This year, she has a very beautiful round apple face.