Before Ye Yuze finished speaking, Kazakh toasts burst out from the crowd.

The young man wearing a flower hat wiped his tears and wiped his milk on his forehead. The old Uyghur employee raised the bowl over his head with trembling hands.

After living in northern Xinjiang for a long time, Ye Yuze naturally understood these understandings, which is a sincere thank you.

Ye Yuze and Yang Geyong followed suit, and then drank it in one sip, and their hearts immediately became warm.

Lou Zhanjiang stood outside the crowd, with diesel stains on the front of the military uniform.

On the geological map at his feet, the "Red Willow Beach" circled with red pen was heavily painted with triangle symbols. It was the old red willow forest that saved his life in a sandstorm twenty years ago.

"Report to the division commander!" The communications soldier came over panting: "The emergency repair of the Sanhekou water pipe was not completed, but Secretary Kader said."

The young man glanced at Ye Yuze and continued, "I say we will destroy the ecological balance and we will file a joint lawsuit."

"Let him sue! The sandstorm trapped the surveying team in Hongliu Beach, and it was Old Kader who led the camel team to find us."

Lou Zhanjiang grabbed the geological map and tore it in half: "Tell the stubborn old man that the new canal bypassed the Red Willow Forest 30 kilometers, and the extra money spent was deducted from my salary."

Maimati walked towards his jeep and came back with a dusty iron box. The moment the lid opened, Lou Zhanjiang's pupils suddenly shrank, and there were half a piece of dry red willow branches inside, carefully wrapped in a faded red scarf.

"You stuffed it to me before you fell into a coma." Mamaiti inserted the red willow branches on the sand.

"You said that if you could go out alive, you would protect this forest into the south of the Yangtze River outside the border." In the morning light, Ye Yuze saw a flash of light on the teacher's white temples.

Although Ye Yuze is the second generation of military reclamation, he has never experienced many things, especially the hardships his parents have suffered...

But he knew one thing, no matter how they quarrel or make trouble, or even fight.

But when something happens, they can hand over their backs to each other, and there is no doubt about this.

Yang Geyong came over and said, "They look like our father!"

Ye Yuze nodded: "They were originally the same people, and we can't compare to them."

Yang Geyong leaned against Ye Yuze with his shoulder: "Let's increase the funds for these soldiers."

Ye Yuze nodded, "It's a long way to go." You really can't be anxious about this matter. Time will take longer, and help while making money, so it must be sustainable.

The enthusiasm of the soldiers inspired the two people. Although they knew that this would not work at all, the two people still went into the water to do it.

Maimati and Lou Zhanjiang tried to persuade him for a long time but it was useless, so they just went into the water with them.

Sometimes, your behavior represents an attitude, especially now Ye Yuze and Yang Geyong. When they get into the water, the soldiers work harder.

This took more than two hours to do it. Although the two of them exercised every day, they were still very tired. This was not the same thing at all.

A bright color had appeared in the sky, and then a golden sun slowly emerged from the intersection of heaven and earth.

As the sun rises, the temperature rises a lot.

"Report! We dug an unusually hard object in the northeast corner of the reservoir area!"

A shout came from the other side. Everyone was wading over the water, and the soldiers were digging.

Maimati suddenly fell to his knees in the mud, holding a stone tablet and choking:

"This is the tomb of a martyr when the reservoir was built in 1958!"

The old field grew up with turbid tears wafted away the dirt on his face, and he burst into tears:
Chapter completed!