When he stepped into the car, he saw that the driver was the young man who followed Lao Wang every day. This guy was so arrogant that he didn't even look confused. Yang Geyong directly grabbed his hand that was twisting the key to fire.

This guy was fierce and slammed Yang Geyong's face with a punch. Yang Geyong's body sideways, his fist rubbed his nose, and his skin was so painful that he was carried by the fist. Yang Geyong's heart was trembling. The power of this fist was quite strong, and he looked like a master.

Yang Geyong reached out and grabbed the guy's wrist that had not had time to pull back. He twisted it into his arms, and with a click, the guy's wrist was dislocated. Cold sweat suddenly came out of pain, but he didn't say a word and his other hand hit him again.

How could Yang Geyong give him this opportunity? He swung his fist and directly touched his fist. The guy finally couldn't bear it and screamed and became listless. It wouldn't work without being shivered, and neither of his hands could be used.

Yang Geyong opened the car door and kicked him down. At this time, the only one who was not injured was stabbed by Jiang Buer and limped towards the Gobi Desert with his butt.

Yang Geyong did not beat them again and said to Vasily: "It's all Chinese, so it's not difficult for you today. But you can't drive this car today. I just destroyed so many bed sheets, and the price is enough to change a car from the Russians. Go back and tell Lao Wang that if you don't agree, come to me."

Vasily didn't have the courage to say anything harsh to him? He ran away with his wounded hand, and several others followed closely behind. Only the young man glanced at Ye Yuze before leaving.

Jiang Buer came up and hugged Yang Geyong. "Brother, you can be comparable to the bravest warrior in our clan! I want to marry my sister to you."

Yang Geyong's expression stopped and did not dare to answer this. The Kazakhs were straightforward and did what they said. Zhao Ling'er's face appeared in front of him. Yang Geyong couldn't help but tremble. I really dare not!

Yang Geyong drove the car and slowly followed Jiangbuer's ox cart. After half an hour, he finally entered the village.

The village is a typical Northern Xinjiang style. The house and the courtyard wall are made of earthen walls. The yard is large and full of fruit trees. Jiangbuer's family has five people, parents, brother and sister.

My brother and his parents went out to herd sheep to the ranch. He was the only one in the house. My sister was seventeen. She had big eyes, fair skin, and had a small braid. She was so beautiful.

A ox cart can be rushed into the yard, but a jeep cannot enter. The door is not wide enough, so the car can only be placed outside the yard. Unload the ox and let it go for grass. The old ox doesn’t have to worry about getting lost, and it will come back by itself when it gets dark.

Jiang Buer ordered his sister to cook meat, saying that he would entertain his best brother. Then he ran out to call his friends. Jiang Buer's sister was Ayina, and she looked at Yang Geyong curiously with her big eyes open.

Seeing that she was having some difficulty chopping meat, Yang Geyong quickly pulled out a knife to cut half of the sheep and put it into the pot. In fact, the Kazakhs are a little macho and don’t care much about cooking. Yang Geyong’s behavior moved Ayana a little, and hurriedly ran into the room to bring out milk tea, baoersak, and raisins, and placed it on the table under the grape rack.

Jiang Buer didn't see any signs for an hour after he went out. Ayana brought out the basin and started making naan. You should know that the temperature of their naan pit was very high, but she had to put her arms in and put the dough on the wall of the furnace. People who had never dried the fire were really easy to get scalded.

Ayana is very capable. The dough quickly turns into round cakes in her hands. The naan is thin in the middle and thick in the surroundings. There are countless small eyes in the middle with tools. Only when the naan is made of crispy.

After the naan bread is made, it is about to stick it into the naan pit. Just as Ayana was about to do it, Yang Geyong had already picked up the Hong Liucui with the naan bread and put it in front of the naan pit and put it on it. He was very skillful in his movements. After several months of wandering life, he was very familiar with the housework of the Kazakhs. In addition, he was a person with strong hands-on ability, so he was naturally familiar with this little thing.

Ayana bit her lips and looked at the cool Han Balang. She couldn't say anything she liked, but the girl's shyness made her dare not express it. She could only wait until he finished his work and turned out all the delicious food at home.

Walnuts, dates, dried peach and dried apricots, and several colors of raisins. The table was filled with them. She sat on the side and kept pouring milk tea for Yang Geyong. She took out the energy of filling the hamster, which made Yang Geyong eat nothing, and she was overwhelmed.

Jiang Buer finally came back, drunk. Five or six young men of similar age followed behind him. It seemed that this guy was going to ask someone to drink, but he came back drunk. The people were all red-headed and swollen, fearing that they were drunk, and they were all twisting their space steps one by one.

Jiang Buer didn't forget to introduce to everyone: "Look, this is my best Han brother. Just now, he beat four bad guys away by himself and snatched their car. It was the one outside the yard."

The blood of young people is always easy to ignite, sometimes just because of a word. What's more, these drunken slutty people. They don't care about the meat being cooked yet. They opened the bottle of wine they brought and started to toast Yang Geyong.

Looking at this posture, Yang Geyong didn't dare to drink with them in the yard. After a while, he had to hug them one by one. So he called them into the house.

The Kazakhs' houses are very clean. Although they are all dirt houses, the walls are covered with tapestries and carpets are covered with floors. Such a house can sleep anywhere you lie.

Some families will put a low table on the carpet, and drink tea or eat on the table. However, some families do not use a table at all, but just lay a piece of plastic cloth. This is their dining table. Anyway, as long as they sit cross-legged, they will sit there, whether there is a table or not.

However, if Han people are visiting, they must pay attention to it, that is, they should not step on this plastic sheet with their feet, which is a great disrespect to the owner.

Ayana brought all the snacks in the yard, and these guys started to toast Yang Geyong. Yang Geyong couldn't drink it at this time, and she drank too much milk tea.

But the Kazakhs would not play any language with you when they persuaded them to drink. Their method was to sing a toast to you with a glass of wine. If you don’t drink it, he would sing it all the time until you know you did it.

These guys came with a box of Yilitou, which was twenty-four bottles, 63 degrees. In addition, Yang Geyong had eight people in total, and after drinking this box of wine, each person would kill three bottles.

Seeing that this situation was definitely not rejected, Yang Geyong simply refused to give them a chance to toast.
Chapter completed!