When Chi Na'er saw that it was them, she was stunned for a moment. Then she smiled: "Hey, long time no see, come in and have a cup of tea." After saying this, she also glanced at Zhao Ling'er holding Yang Geyong's hand. Yang Geyong subconsciously wanted to shake it away, but Zhao Ling'er grabbed it even tighter.

After entering the yurt, Chi Na'er wanted to pour the milk tea sitting on the stove for them. Zhao Ling'er saw that it was inconvenient for her to hold the child, so she quickly picked up the copper pot and poured three bowls. After pouring the tea, she teased the child in Chi Na'er's arms for a while. "What a beautiful child, is it a boy?"

Chi Na'er shook her head: "It's a girl, her name is Aijiang. It's been five months."

The child in Chi Na'er's arms seemed to know that several people were talking about her. Her big eyes were rumbling, as if she was curious about the two strangers.

Yang Geyong looked at the child for some reason, and he seemed to be very close. The child's eyes were frozen on him, and he was still babbling in his mouth. I wonder what he was expressing?

He wanted to stand up and hug the child, but in the end he didn't move. Zhao Ling'er looked at the two of them and took Xiao Aijiang directly and stuffed it into Yang Geyong's arms. "The child likes you, hug her quickly."

Yang Geyong took the child clumsyly, but he didn't know how to hold the child and felt comfortable, so he simply held her waist with one hand and held the child's feet with the other. The child kicked the thing and then subconsciously kicked it a few times, as if he was about to jump up. A small hand was still holding Yang Geyong's face, and his chubby little hand was quite strong, pinching Yang Geyong's nose. The babbling sound in his mouth became even happier.

The two women couldn't help laughing as they looked at this scene. Zhao Ling'er looked at it for a while and shouted in surprise: "Cin Na'er, look at them two!"

Chi Na'er was stunned for a moment, then shook her head: "What can you tell if you are so young?"

"But look at the eyes, nose, and hair. Aijiang's hair is also curly!" Zhao Ling'er argued.

Chi Na'er glanced at Yang Geyong who was having fun with Aijiang and smiled: "Are there many Kazakhs who have curly hair? Genetic inheritance."

After saying another moment, Aijiang started crying, as if he was hungry. Chi Na'er didn't avoid them and started feeding the child. After eating, Xiao Aijiang fell asleep directly. In her sleep, her mouth kept squirming, as if she was still breastfeeding.

China'er stood up: "You keep drinking tea, Arslan is coming back soon, I'll cook for you."

Zhao Ling'er asked: "Has he gone out to herd sheep? What did your parents do?"

Chi Na'er smiled: "My parents have returned to the village. Now it's Arslan and I are herding sheep. They have returned to the village to plant some land and will not come out."

At this time, Yang Geyong stood up: "We won't have dinner here. We haven't been back for a long time. Today we will see Ye Yuze's father and we will rush back to Yining to work tomorrow."

"Where are you in Yining?" Chi Na'er asked inadvertently.

"I work in Yining Wool Mill." After saying this, Yang Geyong walked out of the yurt. The two women also walked out, then rode on their horses and said goodbye and left.

Chi Na'er stood there and waved at them until she could not see their shadows. She wiped her eyes and went to make a fire. The fire in the naan pit started to lit up. Chi Na'er hummed a song while kneading the dough: "Whenever people walk through the yurt, they always look around indulge in lingering..."

When he arrived in the company, Ye Wancheng didn't know where to go to the clinic. Yang Geyong found his peers in the company, and most of the boys went to work in other companies. It was Wei Yuxiang and a few girls who stayed in the company. The girls became sewing workers and worked in the pencil case factory. Wei Yuxiang helped to do some hard work.

In fact, it is no longer called the pencil case factory, but the clothing factory. They process jeans for the plum blossom clothing factory. The factory is very busy. It was not until lunch time that they had a hurried chat with Ma Rong, Yulan and Wei Yuxiang.

 Twenty thousand pairs of jeans a month, each cost price is seven yuan each to Tangcheng. The net profit of one is five yuan, which makes everyone crazy. Making one more indicates a five yuan more! Now the monthly profit of the clothing factory is enough for everyone to pay the salary of the entire company. The company is much richer all of a sudden.

Nowadays, the autonomy of each unit of the Corps has increased a lot. In addition to the prescribed amount of money earned, it is basically allocated by grassroots leaders themselves. This time, every household has increased its income. When everyone talks about plum blossoms, they praise it from the bottom of their hearts.

Seeing all this, Zhao Ling'er couldn't help but sigh: "This must be made by Ye Yuze again, that's a monster!"

Yang Geyong also shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I don't want to find him, but I just feel that I can't keep up with him. If I can only be a drag in front of him, I might as well do something I like."

In the end, the two decided to go back without waiting for Ye Wancheng. Yang Geyong would have to rush back tomorrow. It would be impossible for him to leave him in the factory for a long time, mainly because he was worried.

He went to Uncle Wei's house again, but unexpectedly met Ye Wancheng. It turned out that he was here to give Uncle Wei an acupuncture. Uncle Wei has rheumatism, but this disease cannot be cured. He can only use plaster and acupuncture to relieve it every year.

After hearing Yang Geyong's current situation, the two of them couldn't help but nodded: "You guy is good, do it well. In the end, you young people in the north will depend on you in the future."

When Yang Geyong left, he stuffed 1,000 yuan into Uncle Wei's hands. Where did Uncle Wei want it? The two of them struggled for a long time, but in the end, Ye Wancheng decided: "Old Wei, take it, this is the child's heart."

On the way back, Zhao Ling'er suddenly hugged Yang Geyong's waist and felt sad: "I have to report it tomorrow, but there is no place where you and no one I know. I suddenly don't want to go again."

Yang Geyong opened her hand and comforted her: "It's not that I won't come back, and there is still winter and summer vacation. Besides, the classmates will be familiar with each other in a few days. I'm afraid you won't be willing to come back then."

Zhao Ling'er hit him and said coquettishly: "Jinghu, this is my home. Do you think I will run away like you and Ye Yuze, and I will never come back? I will always be a group of people!"

Yang Geyong suddenly felt ashamed and didn't know how to respond. The main reason was that what others said was the truth.

After walking for a while, Zhao Ling'er suddenly hit him again: "I don't care. You have to take me to school, otherwise I won't let you go!"

Yang Geyong turned his head and looked at her: "Don't your parents drive you?"
Chapter completed!