Great Power Reclamation

Chapter 470

Stepped into the car and saw that the driver was the young man who followed Pharaoh every day.This guy is so big that he doesn't even cover his face.Yang Geyong directly grabbed his hand that was twisting the key to start the ignition.

This guy was also fierce, he threw his fist at Yang Geyong's face.On one side of Yang Geyong's body, his fist brushed past his nose, and his skin felt a little painful from the wind of the fist.Yang Geyong's heart shuddered, the strength of this fist is not small, it seems that he is a master.

Yang Geyong reached out and grabbed the guy's wrist before he could pull it back.With a twist in his arms, there was a click, and the guy's wrist was dislocated.Painful cold sweat broke out all of a sudden, but he didn't make a sound, and the other hand hit him again.

How could Yang Geyong give him this chance?He waved his fist to meet him, and directly touched his fist.The guy finally couldn't take it anymore, and let out a pitiful scream.It doesn't work if you don't wilt, and you can't use both hands.

Yang Geyong opened the car door and kicked him down. At this time, the only one who was not injured had already been stabbed in the buttocks by Jiang Boer, and he limped towards the Gobi Desert with his hands on his buttocks.

Yang Geyong did not beat them again, and said to Vasily: "They are all Chinese, and I will not make things difficult for you today. But you will not be able to drive this car today. I just destroyed so many sheets, and this price is enough. We changed cars over there. Go back and tell Lao Wang, if you are not convinced, just come to me."

How could Vasily have the guts to speak harsh words to him?He ran away holding his injured hand, and several other people followed closely behind.Only the young man left after taking a look at Ye Yuze.

Jiang Buer came up and hugged Yang Geyong. "Brother, you are comparable to the bravest warrior in our clan! I want to marry my sister to you."

Yang Geyong's expression froze, and he didn't dare to answer the words.Kazakhs are straight-minded and will do what they say.Zhao Ling'er's face appeared in front of his eyes, Yang Geyong couldn't help shivering, the slaves really dare not!
Yang Geyong drove the car, and slowly followed behind Jiangbul's ox cart.After half an hour, finally entered the village.

The village is a typical northern Xinjiang style.The walls of the house and the courtyard are all earthen walls made of dry bases.The yard is large and filled with fruit trees.There are five people in Zhambul's family, parents, elder brother and a younger sister.

The elder brother and his parents went out to herd sheep and go to the pasture, and there were only him and his younger sister in the house.My sister is seventeen.Big eyes, fair skin, and a small braid.It is very beautiful.

Bullock carts can be driven into the yard, but jeeps cannot.The door is not wide enough, the car can only be placed outside the yard.Unload the cow and let it out to graze. The old cow doesn't have to worry about getting lost, and it will come back by itself when it gets dark.

Zhambul ordered his sister to cook meat, saying that he would entertain his best brother.Then I ran out to call friends.Jiangbul's younger sister, Ayina, looked at Yang Geyong curiously with her two big eyes open.

Yang Geyong saw that she was struggling to chop the meat, so he quickly pulled out a knife and cut half of the sheep open for her.Then put it in the pot.In fact, Kazakhs are somewhat chauvinistic and don't care much about cooking.Ayina was a little moved by Yang Geyong's behavior, and hurried into the room to bring out milk tea, Boursac, and raisins, and put them on the table under the grape arbor.

After Jiangbul went out, he didn't see a shadow for an hour.Ayina took out the basin again and started making naan.You must know that the temperature of their naan pit is very high, but you have to stretch your arms into it to stick the bread on the furnace wall.People who have never done this fire are really easy to get burned.

Ayina is very capable. The dough quickly turns into round pancakes in her hands. The naan is thin in the middle and thick around the periphery. Numerous small holes must be pierced in the middle with tools, so that the naan will be crispy when it comes out.

After the naan cakes are made, they will be pasted into the naan pit.Just when Ayina was about to make a move, Yang Geyong had already picked up the Hongliu Gai with the naan bread, put it in front of the naan pit and pasted it.He is very skilled in his movements. He is very familiar with the housework of the Kazakhs after several months of wandering life. In addition, he is a person with strong hands-on ability. Naturally, he is familiar with such small things.

Ayina bit her lip and looked at this cool Han Barang, she couldn't express her liking in her heart, but the girl's shyness prevented her from expressing it.He could only dig out all the delicious things at home after he finished his work.

Walnuts, jujubes, dried peaches and preserved apricots.Add raisins of several colors.The tables were all filled.She was sitting on the side, pouring milk tea for Yang Geyong.He took out the energy of filling the hamster, and made Yang Geyong eat nothing, and he was full enough.

Zhambyl finally came back, drunk.Followed by five or six young people of similar age.It seems that this guy went to get someone to drink and came back drunk.Those few people also had red heads and swollen faces, as if they didn't know that they had drunk too much, and they moonwalked one by one.

Jiang Buer did not forget to introduce to everyone: "Look, this is my best Han brother. Just now, he beat up four bad guys by himself and robbed their car. It is the one outside the yard. "

The blood of young people is always easily ignited, sometimes because of a word.What's more, it's still this group of drunk young men.All of them didn't care that the meat was not cooked yet, they opened the wine bottles they brought and started toasting Yang Geyong.

Looking at this posture, Yang Geyong didn't dare to drink with them in the yard, and he had to hug each other inside the house after lying on the ground for a while.So he called them into the house.

The houses of the Kazakhs are very clean. Although they are all earthen houses, the walls are covered with tapestries and the floor is covered with carpets.This kind of house can sleep anywhere.

Some people will put a low table on the carpet, drink tea or eat on the table.But some families don’t use a table at all, just spread a piece of plastic sheet, which is their dining table. Anyway, as long as they sit, they sit cross-legged, it doesn’t matter whether they have a table or not.

However, if the Han people are guests, they must pay attention to one thing, that is, do not step on the plastic sheet with their feet, which is a great disrespect to the host.

Ayina brought in all the snacks from the yard, and the gang started to toast Yang Geyong blah blah.Yang Geyong really couldn't drink it at this time, he drank too much milk tea.

But Kazakhs don't know how to play with you when persuading them to drink.Their method is to hold a wine glass and sing a toast song for you. If you don’t drink, he will keep singing until you are done.

These guys came here with a box of Yili Tequ. This box contains 24 bottles and the temperature is 63 degrees.Including Yang Geyong, there are a total of eight people. After drinking this box of wine, each person will kill three bottles.

Seeing that this posture is definitely irresistible, Yang Geyong simply didn't give them a chance to toast.

They drink in thick brown porcelain bowls, and if one bowl is not too full, it is two taels.Yang Geyong drank ten bowls in one go, and more than half of those guys lay down.

(End of this chapter)