"Grandpa Nie!" Wu Shan couldn't help but be taken aback when he saw the old man.

The old man sat on the ground, discussing something with a group of gray-haired old men.

"So be it!" The old man struggled to get up, and Wu Shan hurriedly took two steps forward to help the old man, but was quickly stopped by the guards beside him.

"Don't be so nervous, he used to be one of you." The old man finally stood up on his own, and he said to Wushan, "They all know my habits, and they don't like to be held or supported. ”

Nie Shuai reluctantly left, and couldn't help but look back.

Secretary Xiao Wu is a little strange, isn't it just a tent over there, what is there to be nostalgic for.

Of course, these words can only be thought of in the heart.

Nie Shuai is not like other Bashu old-timers, he may have been dealing with scientific researchers for a long time, and he is more rigorous.

I have met a few times with great men in the past, and every time he nods with a smile and does not say much.

"Why are you here now?" Nie Shuai blamed, stretched out his hand and beat his back: "No, people are old, and their feet are a little numb after sitting for a while." I haven't slowed down after a few steps. ”

"Grandpa Nie is in good spirits," Wu Shan and Chen Haosu were half a step behind.

He wanted to go up again, but was stopped by Chen Haosu, but he still complimented: "Your physical condition may be okay with living for a few decades." ”

"You kid is talking nonsense." Nie Shuai smiled: "Old and immortal are called thieves." Xiaoshan is a child, and his life is rare for seventy years. Your Grandpa Nie and I have lived for eighty-two, and every day we live, we have earned it from God. ”

When Chen Haosu heard this, his eyes darkened, and he should have remembered his deceased father again.

Wushan noticed that he was slow in his steps, with the help of bright lights. Noticing his look, she gently patted him twice on the back.

Political Commissar Chen smiled and puffed up his chest. At least, he walked out on his own and was able to bring his younger siblings with him.

"Son, when did you call?" Nie Shuai did not continue to sigh.

"Uncle Nie, as soon as we arrived here, we called this kid hard, but no one answered the county party secretary's office." Chen Haosu took off his military hat embarrassedly and scratched his scalp: "I sent a telegram to Hefeng County later." ”

He immediately explained to himself: "I just knew. This kid has just returned from Olotai, and no one is in the office. ”

"Haosu, you, you," Nie Shuai fell into the memory: "If it were your father, he would call the county magistrate's office." Hit directly to the Oulothai area. ”

"Grandpa Nie. I'm also quite busy over there, and I really can't get out of the way. Wushan hurriedly relieved Chen Haosu: "The wind that arrived the night before yesterday." Yesterday we had a team meeting here. Overnight, he was called to Oulothai by phone, his ass did not sit firmly, and he rushed back when he saw the telegram. ”

"You've only been here for two days?" Nie Shuai and Chen Haosu were both a little surprised.

As he spoke, the old man had already walked towards his marching tent.

"yes, I was supposed to wait until yesterday to get my diploma at the school, and then get my dispatch certificate and leave the school." Wu Shan was a little stunned: "Maybe I won't leave the school." A teacher had already decided to enroll me in his graduate school. ”

"I'm better at the same time as I work." The old man waved his hand: "Little mountain, China is now in a period of rapid development, and it needs all kinds of talents to devote themselves to construction." If you are having a hard time at work. If you go to study again, you should go with a purpose, not like now, the beans are fried and the pockmarks are fried, and you must study selectively. ”

Hearing this, not only Wushan, but even Chen Haosu next to him was a little confused. Hasn't the old man always been on the technological front of cutting-edge weapons? How can you be so good when it comes to construction and other knowledge?

How rich is the social experience of the elderly? After the founding of the People's Republic of China, he has been incognito and has been accompanying scientists. What scientist is not a knowledgeable being? Many of them are no strangers to the economic field, but they have just chosen the scientific career they love.

"Grandpa Nie, you're right." Wu Shan smiled, his smile was bitter.

Because he saw the old man's back, which looked much more stiff than the last time they met. Although he had been holding his head high as he walked, this sitting down was immediately exposed.

"Little mountain boy, I don't know how many more times I can look at you." The old man's hand stretched out, Wu Shan quickly lowered his head, and he rubbed on it: "Good boy, when you get here, let's do it well." I'm tired, Haosu will take him to arrange the next task. ”

After saying that, the old man's eyes closed tiredly, and he waved his hand in the air weakly.

"Grandpa Nie, see you again!" Wushan's nose was sour, and his voice was as stable as possible.

"Xiaoshan, your current migration is far from enough." Chen Haosu carefully considered the words: "Evacuate all the people to the east of the county seat as quickly as possible, and we will only give you two days." ”

His tone suddenly became stiff, making Wu Shan feel a little strange.

"Yes, mission guaranteed!" What the troops have stipulated, there must not be the slightest concession.

Our little secretary Wu saluted, hurriedly got in the car, and rushed back to the county seat immediately.

"Hello folks, I'm Wushan, Secretary of the Hefeng County Party Committee!" He stood there with a serious face: "Now, the shameless old Maozi has invaded. In order to reduce unnecessary losses, the state decided to let us retreat to the back. I declare that the retreat begins now, not a single grain or wool, not to be left to the aggressor. ”

The cold has just receded and the sun is about to rise. In the morning breeze, Wushan couldn't help but shudder.

I went back last night, and woke everyone up at night to convey the tasks assigned by the previous finger. Each member of the Standing Committee of the county party committee, together with some comrades of the county party committee, county government, and administrative bureau, is responsible for the relocation of an administrative brigade or administrative commune.

Under his plea, Chen Haosu went to discuss with the people in front of him, except for the military vehicles that must be left behind, all the rest were sent out to help the villagers complete the relocation.

Fortunately, there are these military vehicles, otherwise, it would be a big problem for large items such as tents for ordinary people.

Fortunately, it's all herders. They have herds of cattle and sheep, and each of them can have something on their bodies.

Many government officials, also from herders, are enthusiastic to help the villagers move east and west.

When the order was heard. Wu Shan's head buzzed, and he felt that the task was very difficult.

When I arrived at every administrative brigade and administrative commune, I found it very relaxed. There are too few inhabitants here. Ordinary people from the interior are reluctant to live in these small oases.

Wushan himself was responsible for the relocation of the Chinden Brigade, the Tarakbulak Brigade, the Shalkul Rolling Brigade, the Ulan Bure Brigade, and the Sharkhulgen Brigade.

Speaking of five brigades, less than 4,000 people are full. He couldn't help but feel a sense of enlightenment.

Seeing that a yurt had not yet started to move, Wushan felt that something was wrong and strode in.

"Fellow, what's your difficulty? What kind of help do you need? "Wushan saw a Mongolian father. The family is having breakfast.

Seeing the secretary of the county party committee entering, the Mongolian father hurriedly stood up.

"Secretary Wu, we don't have any difficulties." As he spoke, Daddy handed over the mare's milk wine in his cowhide pocket.

Fortunately, I also encountered this situation in my previous life on the Hulunbuir grassland.

Wu Shan smiled and took the mare's milk wine. Goo Du Du poured two large mouthfuls. At first, everywhere, busy talking. Only now do I realize that my throat is dry and smoking.

He couldn't get enough of it. Another burst of pouring, and I felt my thirst quenched. He handed the cowhide bag to his delighted father and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

"How?" Daddy asked with concern.

"Well, Daddy, your mare's milk wine is the best I've ever drunk." Wu Shan was talking nonsense and raised his thumb.

Actually, two lifetimes combined. He drank it only twice.

The Mongolian people live in the steppe and live on animal husbandry.

Mare's milk wine, grilled meat, and roast lamb are their favorite beverages, foods, and hospitality delicacies in their daily lives.

Every year in July and August, the cows are fat and the horses are strong, which is the season for making mare's milk wine.

Industrious Mongolian women store mare's milk in skins and stir it. After a few days, the milk fat separates and ferments into wine.

Mare's milk wine is a drink made from fresh mare's milk that is fermented and turned sour, with an alcohol content of only 1.5 to 3 degrees, and is a traditional drink popular throughout the grassland region.

It first began in the Qin and Han dynasties, has a long history, and has a sour and spicy taste.

It has the effects of relaxing muscles, invigorating blood and strengthening stomach, and is known as one of the "Eight Treasures of Mongolia".

It was the main drink of the court and nobles during the Yuan Dynasty, and according to legend, Kublai Khan once served mare's milk wine in a golden bowl to treat his soldiers.

The Mongolian people hand mare's milk wine to distinguished guests or close friends, and if you don't take it or drink it, it is disrespectful to them.

Dad couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw that the secretary of the county party committee was praising his mare's milk wine.

"Come on, Secretary Wu hasn't had breakfast yet, has he? Together, together! "Daddy warmly invited.

"Okay, it's better to be respectful than to obey!" Wu Shan also sat cross-legged and beckoned Zhao Mingshan, who was following him: "Come, Xiao Zhao, eat something together." ”

The Mongolian aunt may not speak Chinese well, and when she saw the two of them entering, she kept smiling and watching.

Seeing that the two of them were going to have breakfast, they immediately brought two plates of hand-grilled meat and two bowls of haggis soup with their hands and feet.

"Secretary Wu, I'm Mo Rigen, the brigade secretary here." Daddy's beard was mixed with mare's milk and minced mutton: "We are members of the Communist Party, how can we fight with the common people?" If the military vehicle can't fit it, then we'll figure it out ourselves. ”

"Uncle Mozhigen, it's okay, we have enough military vehicles." Wu Shan gulped the mutton with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth. Only now did I find out that I had been hungry for a long time.

Zhao Mingshan's face has a bitter color, this pure Han young man, it's okay to go to Uncle Batu's to eat Mongolian things occasionally. This large plate of mutton, a large bowl of haggis soup, even if he was a soldier, it was a problem.

"Xiao Zhao, you eat more, I don't know where to eat the next meal." Wushan Ha Luha smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "This work will last for a long time. We are not here to move the villagers and finish the work, but also to take care of their lives, and most importantly, to solve the water problem. ”

Mo Rigen listened quietly beside him, speaking in the Mongolian language to the child next to him, presumably his grandson.

Suddenly, he slapped his thigh and stood up.

In the corner of the yurt, there is a large water tank. Uncle Mozhigen picked up a small aluminum basin from it.

"Secretary Wu is our most honored guest, and I have forgotten good things." As he spoke, he took out the knife he had brought with him, cut off a piece of meat and handed it over.

It has long been heard that the herdsmen of the steppe, when grazing, put the tenderloin of the cattle under the saddle.

The summer prairie is unusually hot, and the tenderloin under the saddle is rubbed under the saddle one day, and one or two are cooked in the evening.

Taking his father's knife, Wu Shan cut a small piece and put it in his mouth.

Fresh and tender! He nodded again and again at the family with two thumbs up.

The family smiled.

Seeing Zhao Mingshan's curious eyes, Wu Shan cut a very small button and handed it over.

This kid probably has never eaten raw meat, his eyes are squeezed out, and his cheeks are bulging.

He lamented in his heart, this kid is a soldier like this?

At the beginning of Longteng, I don't know how much raw meat I ate.

Later, he took the mixed brigade in the Indochina Peninsula, and also with the soldiers, looking for food in the field.

"Xiao Zhao, do you know why the Mongolian people are so strong?" Wu Shan used a knife to give a piece of tenderloin and chewed it in his mouth.

The Morrigan family also listened intently.

"Lao Maozi and they, they eat meat about three to five medium rare," as he spoke, another piece of meat entered his mouth: "Mongolian compatriots, their meat is six or seven medium cooked, only we Han people, when we cook meat, I am afraid that it will not be rotten." ”

Wu Shan used the tip of a knife to bring a piece of meat to his mouth: "Every kind of food, cooked to a certain extent, is the most nutritious, there is a scientific data." At present, it seems that when we Han people cook meat, the nutrients are lost. Those athletes, they all eat raw, basically don't eat cooked food. ”

"How is that possible?" Even Uncle Mozhigen thought it was incredible.

If you want them to eat something that is cooked for one or two, it is okay once in a while, but if you eat raw meat with blood paste for a long time, you will feel uncomfortable thinking about it.

"Uncle Morrigan, otherwise everyone can become an athlete." Wu Shan put the last piece of meat in his mouth: "People from all walks of life, no industry is easy. ”

The tent of Uncle Mozhigen's house was moved into a military vehicle.

His little grandson has been circling Wushan, and he follows them wherever they go.

"Mandu Latu," called Uncle Mozhigen in the distance, "we are leaving!" ”

The child responded, "Where is my Eji (mother)?" ”

It turned out that he could speak Chinese, but it was more blunt.

A young woman shouted on horseback, "Here I am!" ”

The little one spread his feet and ran over there.

I ran for a while and ran back.

"Uncle, will we come back?" He asked with a little face raised and hopeful.

"Yes! Absolutely! Wu Shan touched the child's head: "When Lao Maozi is driven away, my uncle will come back with you." ”

"Hit the old man!" The little one screamed and ran away. (To be continued......)