Ye Qianqian had eaten this thing when she was a child. Over the years, even though it was all over the mountain, no one went to dig it up to eat it again.
She took one and put it in her mouth. The garlic-like fruit juice was full, with only a faint sweet smell. Nowadays, children have long lost interest in such fruits. Even wild cherries that are beginning to turn red are rarely picked. Because they are too small and although they taste good, they are all the kernels and they can't eat anything.
The development of the times has made people more and more abundant, but they have also lost a lot. For example, with the improvement of seeds, even the cantaloupe and watermelon here have no taste as they were when they were young...
Several old men rode on the horse, and Liu Xiangdong's riding skills improved more and more, and he could even make the horse run.
Among the three, John was the oldest, over seventy years old, while Liu Xiangdong was just seventy years old, Ye Wancheng was the youngest, but he was 67 years old.
There were two leather medicine boxes hanging on their horses, which was something Ye Wancheng carried all day when he was a sanitary.
Now the three of them are on inspection tours every day, and they go wherever there are. Of course, most of the places they go to are herders' yurts.
After all, the Corps gathered in companies. Although ethnic groups also have units such as pastoral teams and villages, most of them still drive the sheep and live by grass, and live in the family-based lifestyle.
Even if the mountains are covered with heavy snow in winter, the herdsmen will drive the flock of sheep into the winter nest, and people will still be with the flock of sheep. Most of the people who can live in the village are the elderly and children.
When I was old, I didn’t dare to run too many roads, so several old men rushed 20 to 30 kilometers a day. Basically, they would eat and live in the house they would go to.
I am used to living in urban life, but I am really not very comfortable with such a life. First of all, I have no place to take a bath.
It is not yet summer, and the flocks are driving away. They dare not eat grass somewhere too hard, so as not to hurt the grass will not grow well next year.
Therefore, the Yurt will be moved soon. Their means of transportation is a ox cart. Don’t look at their horses. For the people of the nation, horses are used to ride, and no one uses it to pull a cart.
Every family has a flock of sheep, a few horses, and a few cows. The cows not only pull a cart, but also have to milk them. Herdsmen can live without water, but they cannot live without milk.
Milking every morning is something that every housewife must do. After squeezing a bucket of milk, the daily water will be solved by the day. First, cook milk tea, put the rest into the leather pocket, make ghee, and make yogurt.
After all, the herdsmen use dry cow dung when cooking. When it rains 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 not have no milk, because they have no habit of drinking water at all.
Ye Wancheng was able to adapt to such days. John was also a milk-drinking person. The Americans rarely drank water except milk and drinks. Liu Xiangdong suffered a little bit of pain. He liked to drink tea, but he gradually adapted, but he didn't.
All three of them lived in yurts. Where there were no yurts, they went to the village and company. Anyway, they would treat others to the doctor. They would be popular and respected everywhere they went.
On this day, they walked to Yinli area, which is far from the Military Reclamation City. They have been out for more than half a month this time.
In Yinli Kazakh Autonomous Region, there are more ethnic groups than Han people, so naturally there are more herdsmen. They walked along the border line, and except for a few boxes of medicine, they brought a few clothes.
Nowadays, wolves are rarely seen in the grassland, but for the sake of insurance, Ye Wancheng still brought a gun.
I can still meet border guards from time to time along the way, and say hello to each other, so I can save my loneliness along the way.
They have been replenished three times, mainly medicines. The medicines they bring will generally not be available when they pass through two villages.
Of course, I called them to make a call. The one who specially sent them medicine was a newly assigned doctor from the Military Reclamation Hospital, called Panda. In fact, the person named Xiong Hongwei. Because he looked round, he was called Panda since he was a child.
Speaking of which, he is also the child of the Infrastructure Company, but he is the nephew of the Infrastructure Company. His mother married to the provincial capital. Later, she divorced and the mother and son returned to the Military Reclamation City.
His grandfather's name is Xiong Dashan. He is a row of old soldiers. He is older than Ye Wancheng and is close to eighty this year.
After graduating from the Military Reclamation Technical School, the little guy failed to get into the Military Reclamation University and didn’t like to go to the factory, so he was admitted to the Medical College of Shihezi University. Last year, he was retained by the Military Reclamation Hospital this year.
Panda is optimistic by nature, and he is round and has a smile on his face at any time, which is very likable. Currently, he is a special contact officer and logistics supply personnel of the three old men.
After the three old men entered Yinli, the first village they entered was called Qiongkushtai. This village was located on the hillside surrounded by mountains. The three of them were shocked as soon as they entered the village.
Most of the villages in northern Xinjiang are mud houses or mud houses that are built with dry ground. However, there are wooden houses here, and the architectural style is very rough.
Generally, a piece of wood is cut from the middle and connected together with sharp steel bars, while some are simply the whole wood is connected together.
This is also related to the 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 tender yellow in early spring, which is very beautiful.
Although Ye Wancheng has lived in northern Xinjiang for so many years, he has never seen such a wooden house before, so he stepped forward to observe it curiously.
There is a dirt road in the middle of the village, with some stones slaughtered on it. There were many such roads in the northern border before, but there were no more than that in the Military Reclamation City.
Most of the houses are built on both sides of the Ruth, and some are on the high side of the hillside. The paths leading to each house are dirt roads. It looks bumpy and it is difficult to walk when it rains.
There were several old Kazakhs sitting around in front of a convenience store. I wonder what they were talking about. Ye Wancheng had been dealing with them for a long time and started communicating with them in Kazakh dialect.
When they heard that the three of them were doctors and were still at their age, several Kazakhs were rushing to take them to their homes.
Ye Wancheng waved his hand: "Don't go home first, I'll check it here. Anyway, I can't bring any instruments, so I check it, namely a stethoscope, a blood pressure monitor, and a pulse."
After a lot of busyness, I should get an injection and take medicine, and then I went to each family to treat it.
Chapter completed!