Because Yang Geyong's body was close to the stone wall, he did not fall directly. Instead, he hit the stone wall several times and began to roll.

At this time, he was already panicking, waving his hands and trying to grab something. But he even forgot to let go of the dove that kept waving its wings in his hand.

The mountains in northern Xinjiang are different from those in the south. Trees do not grow on the cliffs. Therefore, the possibility of Yang Geyong being hung up by a tree is almost zero.

But the absence of trees does not mean that there are no plants. The most common species in northern Xinjiang are shrubs.

For example, tamarisk, for example, or wild cherry. They are only two feet tall and like to grow on hillsides. They can survive with a little soil.

Yang Geyong's body originally did not hit the cherry tree when he fell. But something went wrong.

The pigeon in his hand was stuck in the cherry tree. The fragile body of the little pigeon was torn apart by such a strong force and instantly fell into pieces.

Originally, this happened in a moment. But at this moment, Yang Geyong's instinct suddenly made him grab the cherry tree.

The roots of this kind of shrub are very deep, let alone Yang Geyong. Even Ma Hongkui can't stop pulling them!

As long as the downward trend can be stopped, people will completely calm down.

It's just that his left wrist was seriously injured. It was originally for insurance, but it was wrapped twice around the wrist when he took out the pigeons just now.

Not only did it not work, but it also cut off some skin on the wrist and the back of the hand.

If the horse is pulled off by the hemp rope, it will be very painful!

Yang Geyong first found a crack in the stone to allow his feet to stand firmly. Then he checked the injury.

He was completely relieved when he saw that the skin was only peeling off and he could still use his hands.

Looking at the rope, it was almost halfway down. Yang Geyong couldn't help but secretly screamed luck.

At this time, he suddenly found that the rope was moving. It kept pulling upwards. And the speed was very fast.

Then he understood that Ye Yuze must have noticed him falling and was pulling on the rope.

So he put his hand to his mouth and shouted, "Yuze, don't be afraid. I'm fine! Stop pulling now. I'll look for the pigeon's nest later!"

After a while, a little head appeared on the top of the cliff. He shouted in a crying voice:

"Are you really okay? Let me see!"

Yang Geyong laughed. "If I really have something to do, can I still talk to you? Wait until I finish taking out the money and then pull me back!"

But Ye Yuze shouted with a cry: "No, come up to me quickly! We won't eat this pigeon meat!"

After saying that, he disappeared. Soon the rope started moving again.

Yang Geyong shook his head. He also knew a little about Ye Yuze. Although he was a bit weak, he had a stubborn temper. At this time, he stopped competing with him.

The rope was finally straightened. Yang Geyong used his strength to climb up the rock.

The two of them worked hard together, and Yang Geyong finally climbed to the top of the mountain.

When the two brothers met, one was more miserable than the other. It was a cold day, and his face was covered with sweat.

The skin on Yang Geyong's wrists and backs fell off. Ye Yuze's palms were also badly worn.

This time he survived the catastrophe! Ye Yuze couldn't help but feel nervous when he thought about the scene just now.

"Promise me you won't do this kind of thing again."

Yang Geyong didn't take it seriously. "It's not the first time. This time it was an accident!"

Ye Yuze knew his character, and there was no point in trying to persuade him. He could only watch carefully.

The two of them tidied up, arranged the ponytail covers and went down the mountain.

When we arrived at the company, it was already past lunch time. Anyway, today his parents took his younger brother to the regiment headquarters to visit his comrades. Ye Yuze was not in a hurry to go home.

But looking at the pigeons in the bag, Ye Yuze's heart moved.

"Shall we give these pigeons to Wu Tianming?"

Yang Geyong didn't know why Ye Yuze did this. But he didn't refute it at all. He just nodded. Even though he was not familiar with Wu Tianming at all.

In his heart, as long as he is his brother, whatever he wants to do is his business. Just follow it. It doesn't matter whether he is right or wrong.

The two people came to Diwozi. Wu Tianming was lying on the bed in Diwozi, writing something. When he saw the two people coming in, he was not surprised.

Ye Yuze sent things twice in a row. He had a good impression of the child. He didn't really care about those things.

But from this child, he saw a kind of truth and kindness in human nature.

Wu Tianming took the bag and found that the five pigeons inside were still alive. Wu Tianming was overjoyed.

"This is great stuff! You haven't eaten yet? Uncle is going to show you his skills today!"

But suddenly he found blood on the dough bag, and he was stunned. He quickly checked the injuries on the two people.

I was relieved to find out it was just a scratch on my hand.

He took out a large can and took out some black stuff from it and smeared it on the two people's hands.

Yang Geyong was a little disgusted at first. He didn't take the injury seriously. But the ointment made him sick.

But I didn't expect that as soon as the ointment touched my hands, the originally burning wound became cool and no longer hurt at all.

Looking at the surprised eyes of the two little guys, Wu Tianming smiled proudly.

"Are you surprised? This is a rare and good wound medicine during the war! It's a pity that it is becoming more and more difficult to obtain."

"Have you ever fought in a war?"

Yang Geyong was a little surprised. This guy has the most heroic plot.

When I see the old regiment, I will tell them battle stories. It sounds like they often even forget to eat!

Wu Tianming's eyes showed a strange light.

"Let's catch up. I was too young at that time. I worked as an orderly for the chief!"

After saying this, he seemed to remember something again and sighed.

"It happened so many years ago that I can't even remember it. I'll cook for you!"

Wu Tianming's hands and feet were very nimble. In half an hour, five pigeons were put in the pot to stew.

Looking at the silent middle-aged man, Ye Yuze was a little distracted.

My eyebrows are very thick, but they are always tightly frowned. Maybe over time, a "chuan," character has formed on the peak of my eyebrows.

"Who could he be?" Ye Yuze secretly speculated. From his parents' words, he guessed that his identity was not simple.

"Uncle Wu, do you have any wine here?"

Wu Tianming looked a little embarrassed. "Uncle, there is no wine here. The bottle you brought that day was drunk by me on the 30th night!"

Ye Yuze stood up. "Then I'll get some!"

Wu Tianming didn't stop him. It seemed that he really wanted to drink.

Ye Yuze went out and untied the horse tied at the door. He immediately jumped on the horse and ran towards home.

After all, I am a person with transportation. How can I not show off?

I took three bottles of wine from the south room and put them in the horse sack. By the way, I took a look and saw that no one was home.

He quickly ran back to Wu Tianming's lair.

At this time, the pigeon meat is almost ready. People in northern Xinjiang eat meat differently from people in our country. It cannot be said that it is not cooked, but it cannot be cooked to pieces.

People don’t like to eat meat that is chewy.

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Chapter completed!