Crossing the Western Tianshan Mountains

Hanati is here to deliver sheep again.

His family seemed to have an endless supply of sheep. They sent them to the camp and slaughtered them in front of the workers. Listening to the workers' compliments, Hanati looked proud, as if he had found great self-worth. "Western Tianshan, we don't have anything else, but we do have sheep. You can eat as many as you want, eat as much as you want!"

Hanati is hospitable and likes to make friends. The workers gradually got to know his personality and rushed to make friends with him. When he came to deliver sheep again, many people who thought they were his friends felt that Hanati came to deliver sheep because of his friendship, and they were all very proud.

Well, let's all be proud.

Just like the Western Tianshan Mountains, standing so proudly, I wonder if there is anything bigger and higher than it in the world.

Ayala still got bruised and battered from time to time. There were many reasons for her to be beaten. She could be beaten for any reason. After being beaten, Ayala would just put on a mask to cover half of her face and continue doing what she had to do. It seemed that she would not be hurt after being beaten, and she would not care if she was hurt. It seemed that she was just the grass in the Western Tianshan Mountains, and it didn't matter if she was stepped on or bitten.

On this day, Ling Fengxi saw Ayala wearing a mask again. She was limping a little, and her condition seemed to be quite serious. He finally couldn't help it and walked over to take the milk bucket from her hand, "Did he hit you again?"

Ayala hummed, then added, "It's okay, I'm used to it."

Ling Fengxi wanted to say, you can call the police, you can stab him with a knife, you can resist... But he knew that these words were actually nonsense. The Xitian Mountain was huge, so huge that people felt very small inside and could not get out at all. It was so huge that it was two completely different worlds from the world below the mountain.

Ayala curled the corners of his lips and smiled, "He doesn't hit me so hard now, because you're here. He's afraid that if I tell you, you'll cause trouble for him."

Ling Fengxi said, "Is he really afraid?"

If he was afraid, he wouldn't continue to fight Ayala.

Ling Fengxi said, "I'll go find him."

Ayala quickly stopped him. "Secretary, I'm just an ordinary herder from the Western Tianshan Mountains. My experiences are ordinary. Can you take care of everything? Besides, it would be bad for your reputation if you did. You're an official, a god at the top of the mountain, and I'm just mud in a puddle. If you mess with me, it's like getting mud on clean clothes. I don't want you to do that."

Ling Fengxi said, "If an official doesn't serve the people, he might as well go home and sell sweet potatoes."

"But Hanati is also a commoner. He must have had his reasons for hitting someone, and he felt wronged. Which commoner should you protect? Even an honest judge can hardly judge family affairs. Secretary, I appreciate your kindness, but I don't want you to interfere in our affairs."

After saying that, Ayala snatched the milk bucket from Ling Fengxi's hand and walked forward. Ling Fengxi stood there, feeling very annoyed, but there was nothing he could do.

After that, they went to Fang Ya's medical room. Fang Ya could tell at a glance that he looked unwell. "Ling Fengxi, what's wrong with you? What happened?"

Ling Fengxi sat on the chair, seemingly not knowing what to say. He slowly took out a cigarette and tried to light it, but then realized that this was a medical room and put it away.

After a long while, he said, "Ayala was beaten, and you, as a master, didn't do anything about it."

Fang Ya was stunned for a moment and opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

Ling Fengxi also felt very embarrassed and walked out like that, as if he had only come to Fang Ya to chat. A while later, Wu Yongjie also came and said that his legs hurt again, and he said that the pain was unbearable and needed Fang Ya to massage it herself.

In fact, Fang Ya has been taking care of his legs personally during this period. After all, Wu Yongjie's legs are really not that good. If he is not taken care of properly, his leg pain will accompany him for the rest of his life. In severe cases, he may need to use a wheelchair.

So Fang Ya naturally checked his legs and prepared moxa sticks and other things for acupuncture. Wu Yongjie suddenly asked, "I saw Ling Fengxi walk out. Doesn't his leg hurt too?"

Fang Ya said, "It's not his legs that hurt, it's his heart that hurts."

Wu Yongjie was stunned. "What?"

Fang Ya then repeated Ling Fengxi's words, and Wu Yongjie listened angrily, "A man who hits a woman is not a real man. This Hanati is just a dog that can't change its nature." He added, "Leave this matter to me. We can do what Ling Fengxi can't do. I don't believe that we can't deal with him."

Fang Ya said hurriedly, "Don't mess around... You must want to find your workers and beat him up. Don't forget that you ate the sheep they sent you this afternoon."

Wu Yongjie thought it made sense and said, "But Ling Fengxi rarely asks for help. It's such a small matter, so I can't help but help."

"He didn't ask you."

"He begged you, which means he begged me. Otherwise, let me tell you what a woman like this can do. You can't fight."

"He didn't beg me..." Fang Ya didn't know what to say. Anyway, he didn't think Ling Fengxi wanted to use violence to resolve the matter. He continued, "As long as no one died, it's fine if Hanati and the others fought. But if you workers beat up the herders, it would be a big deal. If the higher-ups report it, you'll be detained."

Wu Yongjie snorted in dissatisfaction, "Is there nothing you can do about this Hanati?"

Yes, there is no good solution for now.

No matter what, how many people could intervene in the couple's situation? Let alone the herders, who often lack legal awareness, even in big cities, domestic violence is not an easy issue to resolve, nor is it something that can be solved by outsiders.

Fang Ya sighed deeply.

Compared to their heavy burden, Ayala seemed to have accepted such a life. It was a normal thing for her. She still went to make milk tea. Gulinar was not there, so she did these things alone. It was a bit difficult, but she could do it.

It's just because of the pain in my legs and feet that my movements are a bit clumsy and even funny, and I feel like I'm stumbling.

Ling Fengxi stood on the high ground outside the courtyard, overlooking the situation inside. Of course, he could see Ayala. He felt very uncomfortable, but he didn't know how to express it. He just looked at Ye Minglang. Ye Minglang actually knew what he was thinking. He said, "Secretary, I have already made up my mind. No matter what, I will take Gulinar to Shanghai to get married. My parents' opinions cannot restrain me. I have grown up."

Ling Fengxi nodded, but didn't say much. Some things are not novels that have to follow the artificially set endings. Some people, some things, and some relationships are the correct answers no matter how they develop.

It just depends on whether you can accept this answer.