After sending the report to the instructor for signature, and then the secretary made an exception and gave me an advance of two months' allowance, I simply packed my bags and went out of the camp gate under the envious and jealous eyes of all my brothers.

He was accompanied by Yang Ke.

That kid's reaction was not slow, and the shot in the head of the split gangster was Yang Ke's masterpiece!

As for the most difficult shot to break that rope, it was naturally shot by Kuang Ming Daxia!

Because of this gun, coupled with the fact that he had accumulated rich grassroots work experience in the past and was indeed a cultivable talent, he was jointly recommended by the head of the regiment and the instructor to study at an army academy.

Naturally, it was a transfer student......

In order to be reluctant to leave his army, Brother Kuangming also made a lot of emotions.

It is said that the instructor's job is to do just that......

You're a fucking grandson! You're a ** Mao who will be a platoon commander here for the rest of your life, aren't you? Do you think that without your rotten eggs, Lao Tzu can't make chicken cakes? Do you think that if our special forces leave you, the signboard will fall?

Tell you about your grandson! If you kid has the ability, don't go, Lao Tzu Lima will report you to the farm to feed the pigs, and Lao Tzu will tell you to live in a nest with the pigs! Are you going or not? You grandson, are you going? Do you believe that Lao Tzu pumped you?

Brother Kuangming went and left me a notebook, recording the experience of leading soldiers in the army for so many years.

It is said that that day, when Brother Kuangming left, Hou Jing didn't send it, that is, Brother Kuangming came the night before for the first time and didn't return for the night, and the next day Brother Kuangming's lips were all broken, and he got into the car and left with a bloody tooth at the brothers......

This is the last time I see Brother Kuangming......

Brother, is it comfortable in the yamen in Beijing?

Is it more comfortable than the dorm we lived in for two years?

For so many years, few brothers have visited you, and all of us brothers know why, brother, and you should know too......

Brother, the yamen you are staying in now can accomplish a lot of things with one sentence.

But brother, you're not that kind of person, you can pay out of your own pocket to help your brother, but you won't touch anything that isn't you.

The brothers are not like that, they will not open their mouths to find that unhappy.

Can't stand people's words!

As long as there are brothers in your house, there will be people who are very sure that they will come to you to do things, and watching the brothers drink and talk happily, then it must be the brother you have the advantage, and the brothers take advantage!

The brothers want to save their brother's clean reputation!

Brother, the brothers don't go to see you, but they always think about you!

You are our big brother, always will be!

By the way, I'm going to tear my face here and roar......

Those bastards who take bribes and pervert the law as a normal thing, those bastards who use dog's belly and chicken intestines to ridicule my brother and ruin my brother's reputation!

I**!

Okay, after scolding, let's take advantage of the.

At the moment when Yang Ke and I walked out of the door with our backpacks on our backs, Jiang Kuan's giant grandson's guy didn't know where he came out of a corner with a resentful face, and smiled at me embarrassed, envious, jealous and obscene.

I said to Jiang Kuan, brother, you resist, buddy, you can go home to see your family first, but don't worry, your father and mother will definitely go over to say goodbye! But you kid, don't be idle, you write me an application to join the party, it must be profound, and it must reach the level of my review!

Jiang Kuan, that guy smiled and nodded and said deal! But by the way, you go to Changsha to see a girl named Meng Sini who is learning to perform, and say that I can do everything to tell her to take care of her body, and I will ...... when I go home.

Yang Ke and I laughed so violently at that time......

Co-authored three literary and artistic soldiers, all of them are still **** seeds, everyone has one or several women at home, that is, a stupid wife and other men?

Yes!

I take my brother's request to heart, let's go!

After buying the ticket and seeing that there were still four hours before the long-distance bus departed, Yang Keke and I went to the bazaar and drove around.

After a trip to Xinjiang, why do you have to bring some Xinjiang specialties back to your family?

Especially those small things that are rare in the mainland, they need to be exchanged for some well.

I have always understood the sneer of my friends in Xinjiang when they eat roast lamb and raisins in the mainland.

I take that for granted.

The green raisins in Xinjiang, one thrown into the mouth, the sweet silk with a slight sour feeling can make people have a great appetite for a day, not to mention the taste of the mutton of the fine wool sheep and the cumin pepper roasted on the coals.

The common raisin roast lamb in the mainland really can't compare to that taste, and it doesn't have the unique fragrance of sweet food that is bred from the bitter cold.

The high-quality Mohe cigarettes you gave me last time and the cigarette rolls rolled out of the Uyghur newspaper really made my brother go back to Xinjiang in my soul dream......

Badham is crispy, buy two catties for the old man to drink.

The raisins are sweet, buy two catties for the old lady as snacks.

The taste of dried apricots seems to be suitable for appetizers before and after meals? Buy two catties for the elderly grandfather, anyway, after steaming, it will be soft, and the grandfather's teeth should be able to be absorbed.

This Pakistani silk shawl, Indian incense and the like, I guess my godsister likes it more, buy two catties of ....... Wrong, two pieces.

After such a sweep, the two-month allowance is no longer thick.

Just as I was about to turn around and retreat, I suddenly heard someone calling me, and calling me in a mixture of Uyghur and Chinese.

Bareheaded! Adasi!

I wondered, why am I so famous? And I don't know any Uyghur friends, do I?

When I turned my head, I really met an acquaintance.

It is estimated that I have just finished socializing with the sheep, and the old man Tuluhong is distributing snacks to a group of children, while looking at me with a smile and nodding.

I'll just go over and say, Uncle Tuluhongtu, why are you here? And buy good food for the children?

Tuluhong nodded and said that this year's sheep were well herded, and the commune gave me a bonus of 200 yuan, so I took the children to the bazaar to make the children eat enough. Bald, what are you doing here?

I said to the backpack on the old man of Tuluhong, and said that I was going to go back for the New Year, see my father and mother, and see my friends, so I came to buy some Xinjiang specialties.

Tuluhong nodded again and again and said yes! It's good to go back for the New Year, let me see what good things you bought?

I pulled open my backpack and looked at it, but looking at Tuluhong, the old man's face slowly became gloomy.

He snatched my rucksack and said, bald, follow me!

Yang Ke and I are a little inexplicable?

What does this Tuluhong old man mean when he changes his face?

We also followed the old man Tuluhong, and then we looked at the old man Tuluhong without asking, and walked directly to the stall where we had just shopped, grabbed a handful of dried apricots from the backpack, and smashed it on the young man who was watching the stall and scolded.

The young man lowered his head and let the old man Tuluhong scold, and then took out a pocket from under the stall, and in the pocket was the dried apricots that had just been sold to us.

The old man Tuluhong grabbed a few dried apricots from the stall, and then grabbed a few dried apricots from the pocket, handed them to me, bald, you can taste them.

As soon as I took it and ate it, I knew I was fooled.

The dried apricots on the stall are all good dried apricots, sweet and sour with ideas, and they feel smooth to eat. But although the dried apricots in the pocket looked the same as if they were touched, the taste was sour.

Naturally, the price must be different, we asked the young man who watched the stall to play a bag trick, and almost bought the goods and went back to honor the elders in the family.

Then I tasted the raisins and tasted Baddam, and I really felt aggrieved in my heart.

It seems like I'm really stupid to be a soldier, right?

I can't even see the usual big bag scheme, I'm in my twenties, I'm still a strong military master, I'm even an elite ** hair, but I'll just call a half-old child to shabu?

Tuluhong's old man's beard was curled, and he stood in the middle of the road in the bazaar and scolded, and the Uyghur language was fast and urgent, and I couldn't understand it at all.

After scolding, the old man Tuluhong went up and lifted the stall, and then roared a few times.

On some stalls next to them, some stall owners came over with some dried apricots, raisins, badham, etc., and put them in the backpacks that had already been emptied by the old man Tuluhong.

The rucksack was refilled almost instantly, and at the top of the rucksack were a few sun-dried snow lotus plants that the old man Tuluhong took out of his coat.

The old man Tuluhong pushed us into the car and left.

When the car was driving, the half-grown child who had caught us called a burly Uyghur man to chase after him, threw a stack of money at me from the car window, and yelled in Uyghur.

Adasi, we are Adasi!

Yang Ke and I also stuck our heads out of the window and shouted.

Adasi, we are Adasi!