He ​​quickly dismounted, picked up a mutton from the horse, and handed it to his mother.

"This is the sheep that was just killed this morning. I gave it to Dr. Ye to try."

My mother twisted around and said, "I'm not Dr. Ye, don't give it to me!"

At this time, my father also walked out. Seeing this scene, he quickly took over.

"Amir, why is it so early today? It takes you an hour to run here from Dongwozi, right?"

Amir smiled honestly. Dr. Ye was a kind person to him. He delivered his two children.

As a result, his son was whipped by him.

Although there was a reason for this, it was definitely not done properly. That’s why I specially killed a sheep and brought it over today.

So he scratched his head and pushed up his leather hat. He smiled sheepishly and said:

"I was drinking that day and saw a cow being stabbed with a knife. So I whipped someone with a whip! Children in our grasslands are whipped like this when they make mistakes!"

But the mother refused to give up. "My son rode your cow, but he didn't prick the cow. Why did you whip him?"

Amir was stunned. He really didn’t know about this situation. He asked.

"Who did it?"

Dad quickly pushed him into the house. "You got up so early, you must have missed dinner, right? Go in quickly and eat something to warm yourself up."

Amir often came to Ye's house, so he naturally didn't see him outside. He just walked into the house.

At this time, my mother said what she wanted to say, and she became much less angry. Especially since the other sheep had been brought, she had no reason to make trouble anymore. She just used this sheep to calm her son's shock.

In fact, my mother is not an outsider to Amir's family.

During summer grazing, Amir's family's yurt was very close to Lienli, and they often sent milk and food over.

And if he has any delicious food at home, he will send it to his doll. He will move around like a relative.

In winter, all the cattle and sheep will rush to their winter dens. There is less snow there, and the cattle and sheep can still eat some dry grass.

Otherwise, how many people will starve to death in the winter?

But Dongwozi is more than 20 kilometers away from the company. They still deliver milk on time on horseback every day. This is a favor.

The reason why my father interrupted my mother was because he was afraid that this guy would really go to Ma Jianmin's house.

Kazakhs are straight-tempered and don't know how to beat around the bush. They know they are wrong and will definitely ask for an explanation.

Entering the house, dad has already made milk tea.

People in northern Xinjiang love to drink milk tea. But the milk tea they drink is not the kind sold on the streets now.

Instead, boil Poria cocos tea in a pot, then remove the tea leaves. Add milk and salt to it.

To be honest, Ye Yuze is not very used to drinking this. But thinking about living here in the future, he forces himself to drink it every day.

After washing hands, everyone sat down to eat together. Kazakhs don’t know how to use chopsticks.

Mom has experience with this. She put the pickles on a small plate and placed it in front of Amir.

Amir doesn't like pimple soup very much, but he likes pancakes very much. He ate half of it in one sitting.

There will definitely not be enough food at this time. At least there are still a few Hanamaki from yesterday. Mom puts them directly on the stove to test the heat and eats them.

Ye Yuze liked this very much. The flower rolls were placed on the stove plate and baked until golden brown.

It tastes very fragrant without any vegetables.

Amir left after eating. He was the only adult laborer in the family and had to go back to herd the sheep.

Dad put a bag of noodles on his horse. Amir didn't refuse.

According to Kazakh custom, gifts from friends cannot be refused.

After dinner, my mother and father went to work. At this time, my brother had just gotten up.

Ye Yuze waited for him to finish his meal and tidy up the room. Yang Geyong's shouts came from outside.

He quickly put on his clothes and walked out. He saw Yang Geyong standing at the door with a bag on his back.

The two of them walked towards the east side of the company together. Not far after leaving the company, they saw a yard at the corner of the intersection.

Ye Yuze had seen this place when he came here. It was called "Old Yumin Grain Station."

Two people walked into the grain station, and there was only one person in the office. He was probably in his thirties. His hair was messy and it seemed that he hadn't combed it for a long time.

Wearing a fleece jacket.

Seeing two people walking in, this person asked.

"Hey, are you two having sex?"

Yang Geyong put down his pocket and untied the rope.

"I'm here to sell rapeseed. What level is this?"

The man glanced at it and said vaguely: "This grain is not full, grade two!"

Unexpectedly, Yang Geyong was unhappy. He grabbed a handful of rapeseed and asked:

"Tell me which one is not full? These are all first-class!"

The man's eyes widened: "I said second-grade product means second-grade grade! Tell me, where did your rapeseed come from? Do you want me to go and ask you?"

Ye Yuze instantly understood what Yang Geyong was doing.

It turns out that this guy wanted to steal rapeseeds and sell them for money!

Ye Yuze broke out in a cold sweat. In this era, the crime of stealing collective property was very serious. Even if they were young, it was impossible for them not to be held accountable!

But at this time, the battle cannot be lost even if the opponent is defeated. He glanced at Yang Geyong, who was a little at a loss.

Ye Yuze then said:

"Uncle, we picked this up on the mountain last fall. I'm from the infrastructure company. Shouldn't this rapeseed be considered second grade? Every seed is so plump."

The middle-aged man glanced at Ye Yuze and rolled his eyes.

His name is Wang Hai, he is 38 years old this year. His salary is not high and he is not from the Corps. He is only 42.5 per month.

I stayed alone at this grain depot and could only go back to the county once a week.

There are only three people in this grain station. The station manager, the accountant and him.

Their annual task is to collect grain and purchase grain from the nearby Lao Yumin Commune.

The Corps has a completely different system from them. Therefore, the Corps’ grain will not be sold to local grain stations.

Seeing that Ye Yuze spoke in a sophisticated manner, he stopped talking nonsense and nodded.

"Well, I was wrong just now. These rapeseeds are good. They are top quality. The dolls are really capable."

After saying that, he carried the rapeseed and walked towards the warehouse.

Entering the warehouse, Ye Yuze took a look. It was much smaller than the warehouse of the company's oil press.

Wang Hai put his pocket on the scale and pulled the scale a few times.

"It's 15 kilograms, go to the office and get the money from me!"

After saying that, he poured the rapeseed into the pile and handed the bag to Yang Geyong.

Ye Yuze said nothing and sighed secretly in his heart. Ginger is still hot with age!

I didn't cheat on the scale, and I found it back on the scale. I just pulled it out casually, and at least two kilograms were gone.

You must know that first-class products cost RMB 4 per kilogram and second-class products cost RMB 1.2 per kilogram. So there is a total difference of three yuan.

Now if we directly erase two kilograms, that would be a difference of two yuan and eighty dollars. The key point is that the evidence is gone now.

After getting twenty-one dollars, Yang Geyong was very happy. He took Ye Yuze and walked towards the store in the old Yumin Commune.

This place is about five miles away from the infrastructure company. It is a commune where Han people and ethnic minorities live together.
Chapter completed!