Crossing the Western Tianshan Mountains

Anyway, the food in the cafeteria was greatly improved that day.

Even Gulinar was driven by Ling Fengxi to the cafeteria to help out. She had to make authentic hand-pulled meat. According to Ling Fengxi, "pure meat, pure lamb, eat until you are full."

Ling Fengxi poured cold water on him again, "Could it be the sheep that were recently infected with the disease? You can't eat sick mutton. It will make you sick."

The workers present were also feeling uneasy, and they all looked at Ling Fengxi. Ling Fengxi answered seriously, "This was stored from the foot of the mountain in October, before the heavy snow closed the mountain. It's local Wensu lamb, and it's very delicious."

Wu Yongjie said, "That's about right."

After a while, he asked again, "Since it is stockpiled, will it be gone after we finish eating it?"

"Isn't the road open?" Ling Fengxi said, "Just eat it all. As long as this road is open, I guarantee you'll have more sheep than you can eat."

If all the herdsmen's sheep die, then there will be no mutton to eat.

When the people who came back from work saw that the food was so good, they were very happy and almost understood what was going on. Especially the old man Jiayi Laobai, who was also sitting in the cafeteria, with Ling Fengxi and Wu Yongjie sitting with him, and Gulinaer was also at that table. There was a large bowl of hand-pulled meat on the table, and everyone just grabbed it and ate it.

Gailaubai took out an exquisite Russian knife and elegantly cut the meat from the bones, putting small pieces into his mouth.

With the blade of his knife facing himself, he cut the meat from the bones with skill and beauty, making people feel that the piece of meat in his hand was more delicious.

Ling Fengxi and Wu Yongjie were attracted at about the same time and began to look for a knife on their bodies. Ling Fengxi naturally didn't have a knife on him, so Wu Yongjie went straight to the cafeteria and came out with a kitchen knife... He used the knife to cut the meat off the bones and ate it elegantly like Jia Yirongbai.

Everyone:...

Gulinar gave Wu Yongjie a thumbs up and said, "Uncle Wu, you are so talented."

When Fang Ya saw this scene, she couldn't help feeling a little disgusted, thinking that Wu Yongjie didn't pay enough attention to his image. Her eyes involuntarily fell on Ling Fengxi, and then she finally sighed, and suddenly felt that Wu Yongjie was quite cute eating like this.

While improving the food in the camp, Ayala was beaten by Hanati again.

Ayala threw a few pieces of dry cow dung into the pot where the meat was cooked. Hanati's eyes widened with anger. "What do you want to do, crazy woman? You've made the meat dirty."

Ayala said, "This is the meat of a sick sheep. You can't eat it. You will get sick if you eat it."

"You went to the camp and learned some crappy medical lessons from the Han people for a few days, and you've gone crazy, haven't you? Who among us in Western Tianshan hasn't eaten sick sheep? Sheep are killed alive, and you actually contaminated it! I've cooked this meat for so long, it should be healed immediately. You woman, I deserve to beat you to death!"

It turned out that Ayala had spent almost the whole day with them. Hanati wanted to cook meat to entertain her friends. The people who came were all herdsmen from nearby. The people who had extorted money from the camp before were also there. Ayala pulled Hanati outside and explained that the meat could not be eaten, but Hanati didn't listen and pushed her away indifferently.

She had no choice but to go back to the tent and tell Hanati's friends about this. However, Hanati's friends all thought Ayala was a little funny.

This is how sick sheep in the Western Tianshan Mountains are treated. If you don't kill and eat the meat while the sheep is still alive, once they die, they can only be left to rot naturally on the grass or be eaten by wild wolves.

There’s nothing wrong with sick sheep, you can eat them.

They also persuaded Ayala, "Forget it, why are you messing with Hanati? We have been eating this sheep for half our lives. We don't know if it is edible or not. You are a woman, you just need to cook the meat."

Ayala couldn't persuade them, so she could only stare at the pot of meat in a daze. Finally, when it was almost cooked, she threw a few pieces of dry cow dung into it.

Seeing that the big pot of meat that he had been waiting for a day was ruined, Hanati became furious. He took out a whip and beat Ayala. Ayala screamed and rolled on the snow.

But she did not beg for mercy, because nothing she said would work and would only make Hanati even angrier.

The visiting herders not only failed to dissuade him, but actually added fuel to the fire. "Hanati, look at the kind of wife you married! You're wasting good meat."

"Yes, we have waited here all day in vain. It is almost dark and we are going home hungry."

"Hanati, if it weren't for your face, we wouldn't have come. We have meat at home. Your wife's behavior is really disrespectful."

"Yeah, you want to be the village chief, but how can you be the village chief with a wife like this by your side?"

This sentence ignited Hanati's anger even more. He swung the whip even harder, pulling the cotton out of Ayala's cotton coat.

Ayala was beaten so hard that she lay on the bed unable to move.

However, Hanati did not let his friends leave, saying that there were many sick sheep anyway, and they had only killed two. There were still many left. Those who were not afraid of eating sick sheep could stay, and those who still recognized him as a brother could stay.

In the end, no one left. They poured out the meat in the big pot to feed the dogs, and then slaughtered the sheep and cooked meat again. They were busy in full swing. At the coldest time in the middle of the night, they finally ate the meat they were satisfied with.

Ayala lay on the bed and watched them eat helplessly. Finally, she turned over and ignored them.

The next day, Ayala dragged his injured body to the camp.

At a glance, I saw many workers shoveling snow on the road. The long line was very spectacular. Gulinar was busy in the camp, and Gayi Laobai was still pulling Dongbula.

She felt that life here was actually quite good, at least it was humane and not ignorant.

Arriving at the infirmary, Fang Ya didn't visit today. Instead, she was looking through medical records. Although most of the workers had adapted to the climate of Western Tianshan, their health wasn't good. They were often sick, and some ailments were difficult to treat. Fang Ya lamented inwardly that Western Tianshan was truly formidable, truly exhausting.

But she didn't want this to happen. She thought that the workers not only had to cross the Western Tianshan Mountains, but also had to be healthy. This task fell on her shoulders.

So she decided to continue making the herbal soup.

Seeing Ayala coming in, she smiled and said, "Ayala, don't worry too much about your sheep. Once this road is open, the veterinarians will be able to come up and treat the sheep. Then the sheep will be fine."

Ayala was also delighted. "Thank you, Dr. Fang. It's great to have you here in Western Tianshan. This is the most interesting and hottest winter in Western Tianshan."

Ayala did not rush to clean the house as usual when she came in. Instead, she found a place and sat quietly.