The Correct Posture For Salted Fish To Turn Over

　　 "It's okay!" Seeing the dignity on everyone's faces, Gu Zheng said: "Life always has to come step by step. Our current life is better than those of the poorest households!"

　　 "As the saying goes, I rely on mountains to eat mountains, and water to draft water. Tomorrow, when I go to drive sheep, I will look for it again."

　　 "The emperor is far away from the mountain. He found a good thing for the tooth-fighting ceremony. No one else knows it?"

　　 Actually, if it weren’t for the sheep, Gu Zheng had the heart to kill them and eat them.

　　 But these years, sheep are more expensive than people. He dared to try the meat of a chopstick, and immediately beat him back to his original shape.

　　 can only do this, first fill up the stomach and then talk about it.

　　The new province has a vast area and the arid inland climate makes it very suitable for growing drought-resistant wheat.

　　 Gu Zheng When they divided the grains, Uncle Liu was really kind-hearted. Others divided the grains of unground wheat, and what they got was the flour that had been coarsely ground for the first time.

　　 For today’s group of four, it’s like sending charcoal in the snow. Those who are so hungry that their eyes shine brightly. That night they used flour to paste cakes in the simple kitchen built with bricks behind the house.

　　 The clear groundwater is a bit sweet, coupled with the fragrance of the new season of spring wheat, wafting far and wide on this empty Gobi desert.

The grain of 　　 wheat is a bit rough, but it keeps the tenacity of the flour very well. Coupled with the non-irritating temperature of the big firewood on the wall of the wok, the pancake expands well when it is evenly heated.

　　 In just a few moments, in the eyes of Gu Zheng and the others, it was as long as centuries. They surrounded the stove like this, watching the skin of the raw noodles turn from white to golden.

　　 The golden land is like the land under their feet, giving birth to the hope of life.

　　 Accompanied by countless turnings, it was browned and crispy, crackling sound began to come from the wall of the iron pan, and the cake post was cooked.

　　 The four people who should have been the most particular, squatted on the spot in front of the burning stove, eating their first granola.

　　 The stove fire on the stove is not bright. In this dark night, the faces of a few people glowed red. I don't know if it was because of the red light from eating the pancakes, or because of the slightly high temperature of the fire.

"Hey?"

　　 The sound of conversation in the silent night is especially clear, and the space is like a narration in the background.

　　 "There is no hardship as imagined here, life is still going on."

need!

　　The life of happiness and sorrow will be there tomorrow, waiting for you to come, never give up.

　　 The pimple soup made by Aunt Liu early the next morning, although only a touch of salt, is authentic and refreshing.

　　 It may be because of the breakfast that even Gu Zheng, who went on the road alone to graze, felt a good mood.

In order to save time back and forth, Uncle He also dedicated his own collection of military kettles. A pot of boiling warm water, a hard, huge, hard naan that can be hung around the neck but is very full. This is Gu Zheng's day. It’s consumed.

　　 He wielded a whip with burrs, dragged a dilapidated wooden cart, and a rattan frame with food on his back, and embarked on a good day when he thought he was suffering.

　　 The three-room sheep herding area is almost as close as the village to which they belong.

　　 As long as you walk two or three miles toward the northwest, you will naturally see the oasis that is rare in the Gobi Desert.

　　 Because of this unique landform, Sanjianfang has set up a freight supply station.

　　Because there is surface water that is rare in the middle of nowhere.

I don’t know if it’s because of the shallow water level of the underground river, or because it’s complicated and changeable, and the temperature difference between morning and evening is large. A shallow flowing stream.

　　 irrigated a large number of vigorous plants that can live in the desert with a little water.

　　 Tequila, Shaguazao, and thornwood are all lively here, and small red and yellow flowers bloom here quietly.

　　 Gu Zheng, who saw such a beautiful scene for the first time, was also dumbfounded.

　　 Behind him is the thick loess Gobi, and in front of him is the lush beauty.

　　 The visual contrast is perfectly manifested here. If a modern literary youth sees this place, he will definitely say the last sentence: I am willing to bury my flesh and blood in such a beautiful scenery.

With this stupefying effort, the sheep whip in Gu Zheng's hand stopped, and the hungry flocks who were no longer restrained seemed to have been instructed to move madly towards this half-moon shape. The valley topography rushed past.

　　 The ground was shaking rumblingly, and the horn of war sounded in my ears.

　　‘咩..’

　　 The flock of sheep with sparse curly hair spread out in all directions in an instant.

　　 A small whirlwind hung around Gu Zheng's trouser legs, and his surrounding...there was nothing left.

　　 mother! Let the tiger go back to the mountain!

　　 If it wasn't for the valley where the mouth was not wide, Gu Zheng felt that he had brought out a hundred sheep today, and it would be good to be able to go back half of it.

　　What else can I do?

　　 Let's wait until they are full!

　　 I'll still follow my original plan to see what resources can be used here. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 To be honest, when Gu Zheng opened his eyes since he was a child, he was living in BJ City.

　　 From an early age, he studied step by step in the school arranged for him by the orphanage. There was neither a round-the-clock tutoring class for others to learn from, nor the leisure time of the rich second generation to go out for a walk.

　　 When he found out that he was not the material he was studying, he immediately chose a more targeted technical school very pragmatically. He has a skill, at least he can support himself when he leaves the orphanage, right?

　　 Gu Zheng, who consciously has a good eloquence, chose the kind of marketing major that is very useless. Before he graduated, he had already started his career well.

　　 What did you ask him for? Can those who have nowhere to have their own career?

　　 Look down on people, right?

　　 In the beginning, Gu Zheng used his familiarity with the city and village where he lived to introduce customers to the neighbors in the neighborhood.

　　Whose bungalow is going to be rented out, which small hotel is looking for residents, and he can even get the rental information at the counter in the Dahongmen Clothing Wholesale Store across the road.

　　 This is indirectly the work of a small service center. This terrible urban village with a mixed population and a large floating population is impervious to the operation.

　　 He even moved out of the orphanage, rented a decent small courtyard alone, and started his own business—an undocumented intermediary company.

　　 If you want to talk about dealing with people, Gu Zheng is a thumbs-up: Great!

　　 But if you want to talk about survival in the wilderness, you don't have to worry about it. Just turn your thumb upside down and poke it down, taunting hard, no one will stop you.