However, men are men, they all have to do big things and do serious things. How can they do anything like old women?

If you have that skill, it is like patrolling the border. Walking through the once controversial areas, the sheep around you are eating grass happily. What else can you satisfy these old military reclators like this?

Wei Quanyou took his son-in-law and another comrade-in-arms while walking to check whether there were any new footprints on the grass. Except for them and the border guards, outsiders would not come.

Their footprints and the soldiers' footprints are both liberation shoes, and they can be recognized at a glance. Wei Quanyou taught the two people about observing footprints.

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

A sound of horse hooves came, and they looked up and laughed. It turned out that Lao Zhao and Heizi were racing on horseback.

Now Heizi has become Comrade Lao Zhao's correspondent, and he is basically inseparable. He follows Lao Zhao on these hundreds of kilometers of border lines every day.

Compared with other employees of Junken City, the salary of border patrol workers is the lowest. Retired personnel like Lao Zhao and others have no salary at all and receive pensions. They have so much salary or not.

Compared with the young people like Heizi and others, the gap has widened. After all, this job has no effect, it is just that the Military Reclamation City has taken out part of the funds as a pure subsidy.

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

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

Lao Zhao nodded with satisfaction and then dismounted. It was noon and they were ready to have a meal.

Heizi immediately brought a small pot, and the border patrolman had no time to go back for lunch, because everyone was responsible for the route too long, and if he was going home for dinner, he would definitely not be able to finish it.

Therefore, everyone is used to bringing some dry food, and then they can take the test for the fire, or just eat it like that.

Wei Quan seldom wastes his 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 something that their generation often does.

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

It’s not that Wei Quanyou deliberately adhered to any fine tradition. The main reason is that the temperature in winter is too low, and it takes less than a long time to carry a kettle and it becomes a lump of ice. It can’t be poured out at all. It’s better to catch snow and eat it.

Seeing Heizi skillfully setting up a pot to boil water, Wei Quanyou knew that he had a good taste and looked at Lao Zhao: "Battleman Commander, what's the good food?"

Old Zhao smiled and said, "The three groups of dogs were greedy and killed one of the sheep they were given, and I seized one of them."

Lao Zhao proudly opened a snakeskin bag on the horse's back. What kind of lamb leg is there? He even took off half of his butt.

Old Zhao chuckled and rubbed his hands. How could he not like to eat mutton? It’s just that his sheep were all placed for the border guard station, so he was reluctant to kill them.

Because he eats more, the baby soldiers have to eat less. How could a veteran compete with the new recruits for food?

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

The guns and bayonets they use now are triangular, and they can't be used as knives.

It seems that Heizi has done a lot of work. The mutton quickly turned into slices under his knife and fell into the pot. Sprinkle a handful of salt. After a while, the aroma of the mutton floated out, making people salivate.

Throw the bones that were almost no meat into the pot. The bones were delicious. Besides, the teeth that were sharper than wolves would definitely not be wasted.

"Jax?" A greeting came. It turned out that five soldiers from neighboring countries were patrolling here and greeting them.

"Hey, Jax. Chayixi." Wei Quanyou responded skillfully in Kazakh.

With the disintegration of the Soviet Union, the border line adjacent to the Military Reclamation City now belongs to Kazakhstan. So has the language changed from Halashao to Jax?

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

Looking at their eager eyes, Wei Quanyou knew that they were greedy. Relatively speaking, the economy of neighboring countries was relatively poor, so their living standards were not high.

Lao Zhao didn't care and asked him to have something together. They were all old military farms, and they could whisper a few words in Kazakh.

The other party was indeed not polite and stopped without hesitation. The mutton soup quickly ripened, but the other party did not bring the guy who was drinking the soup, which made Lao Zhao not know what to do?

It was Wei Quanyou who filled his big tea jar with mutton soup and handed it over, saying, "Just use this."

The five guys were very friendly, each of them took turns drinking, giving their thumbs up while drinking.

Wei Quanyou handed over the chopsticks again and signaled them to eat the mutton inside. Although the guys didn't know how to use chopsticks to pick things up, they could still pull them up. A jar of meat quickly got into their stomachs.

When Lao Zhao saw their greed, he remembered that when he first entered Xinjiang, he was not as good as them. He put a jar of meat for them, and served soup and soaked steamed buns to eat.

The soldiers there followed suit and soaked them in black bread, but they didn't forget to give Lao Zhao and the others a large piece.

To be honest, Lao Zhao and the others are really interested in this black thing that is similar to coal, and the taste is sour. Isn’t steaming a bun easier than this? I wonder why they have to make it so unpalatable after spending a long time?

In fact, sourness is the taste after the noodles are fermented. You can’t add some alkali to neutralize it. Wouldn’t it 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 compete with others. He often eats this thing. Who knows how often the person on the other side eats it?

Although they are having dinner together, neither side has crossed the border, that is the bottom line, especially their identity, who should abide by the system the most.

After eating and drinking, several people thanked Wei Quan and the others for their gratitude. To be honest, they were not as wealthy as the former Soviet soldiers. They basically had no chocolates, sausages and other things, so there were no gifts that could be given back.

Heizi finally took up the bone. He originally wanted to give it to the youngest soldier of the other party. But he was reluctant to do so.

After gnawing the bones, he simply picked up the pot and poured the last bite of soup into his mouth. The meal was finally over. Lao Zhao said goodbye and continued patrol with Heizi.
Chapter completed!