Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1325, Section 1312: Little Green Tea

The video ends with the patrolling soldiers returning to their company headquarters after a three-day trek.

Covered in dust, he entered the canteen surrounded by the entire company.

A large table of dishes was laid out in the cafeteria.

In the very center is a huge, smiling, stewed pig's head...

The accompanying reporters broke away from the group the following morning.

CCTV sent its most "high-profile" reporters on this trip, but they still couldn't withstand the fierce winds of the Tibetan Plateau.

He couldn't hold on any longer on the second day and returned to his post.

According to him, this was the first time the film crew had been unable to complete filming.

These soldiers had to patrol for three days in such a harsh environment, and the journey ahead would be even more brutal.

Afterwards, he even wrote an article titled "Glacier Dinner" to record the event.

One of the passages says this.

These ordinary soldiers, who silently climb in dire circumstances, laugh heartily in the wind and snow, devoutly wipe the boundary markers, and pass on warmth in hot soups, were not born extraordinary, but because they chose to stand on the highest border line of the Republic, they bear an extraordinary weight.

What touched me most was the calm recounting of veteran Xu Yuan's departure after that "glacial dinner," his anticipation of returning home to sell tea, and his dreams of taking his wife and children on trips.

His simple yet joyful words revealed a steadfast loyalty to his mission, a fervent longing for ordinary life, and a deep sense of guilt towards his family. He didn't deliberately emphasize the sacrifice, but his everyday speech revealed the most authentic state of a soldier: loyalty to duty and filial piety are difficult to reconcile; having chosen to guard the distant front, he kept his deepest longing hidden in his heart.

Xu Yuan's character is a true embodiment of the dedication and spirit of Chinese border guards.

They are not only a formidable bulwark on the snowy plateau that strikes fear into the hearts of enemies, but also ordinary people with flesh and blood, concerns, and dreams. They sacrifice the joys of family life and romantic moments, dedicating their most precious youth and even their health to the border markers, protecting countless ordinary corners like Xu Yuan's hometown, where the warmth of everyday life can still be found.

This choice represents the most touching balance between personal interests and the greater good of the nation; it is an extraordinary story written by ordinary people…

Although the title is "Dinner," he writes more about people.

Then, the netizens who were moved to tears by the fact that the person with the magnifying glass on their head could find anything almost peed their eyes.

My eyes are still red from watching the video!
As a result, a huge influx of comments flooded into the cat-themed comment section.

It's the one that forwarded Aunt Hong's video.

Although neither Aunt Hong nor the border guards' videos were filmed by Maomaotou himself.

There were very few scenes mentioning pork during the show.

But everyone now knows where the remaining 20,000 pigs went.

That's the advantage of being famous; you don't even need to work, the material just grows on its own...

[I was wondering before if the cat head was playing a trick by hiding 2 pigs, but after watching the video, I was moved to tears... It turns out the best meat was given to the most deserving people!]

[Aunt Hong's oil-splashed noodles and the border guards' pork stew—what you eat is meat, what you swallow is responsibility. There is no such thing as a peaceful life; someone is bearing the burden and providing extra meals for you.]

[While border guards wade through icy rivers eating dry rations, we're complaining about not being able to get pork? How embarrassing... A salute to the pork stew served on the glacier!]

[The smiling cat head used to be considered a crazy marketing tactic, but now it seems like a compassionate gesture—the sound of firefighters gnawing on ribs is the best advertisement.]

Suddenly I don't crave pork anymore. I just hope that firefighters can have Aunt Hong's stewed pork ribs every time they go on a call, and that border guards can have hot soup to warm their stomachs while on night duty.

[A market missing 20,000 pigs? A minor issue! But a high-altitude outpost missing a single meal of pork stew? A matter of life and death!]

The final destination for these 2 pigs is the face illuminated by the kitchen stove fire, the white breath exhaled in the snow at the boundary marker, and the most fervent expression of the word "worth it."

[This pork-headed fool here announces: Starting today, I'm having meals with the firefighters in a different location—I'll eat vegetarian, they'll eat meat, which is practically equivalent to me putting out the fire!]

Others said:

[I suggest Cat Head open a 'Tribute Hotline': I'd buy it even at a 50% markup, and all the profits would go to Aunt Hong and the Old Squad Leader to stock up on ribs!]

[This isn't business, it's charity! Twenty thousand pigs worth hundreds of millions, donated without hesitation—their generosity is more impressive than the marbling of pork belly!]

That's a bit of an overstatement.

Cat Head quickly stepped in to clarify: "[Um...um...um...we weren't offering anything as a sacrifice! Our boss said that military orders, although lower in price, are large in volume and stable, making it a good deal. Since we have the qualifications, we definitely had to win it! We went through several rounds of bidding, and ranked first in the overall score. Who else would they choose if not us! (Proud face)]"

As soon as these words came out.

[The tears instantly dried up. You guys are all sensitive to being moved, aren't you?! (Waaaaaah, the insults are really awful)]

[Wait, the key point is, the price is low. You're not worried about selling them, yet you still sell them at such a low price, and you say it's not a donation!]

[This is the important point! Can't you do both? You have to ensure supplies for the troops, and you also have to ensure that we ordinary people can buy meat. I'm shameless enough to want both.]

"Yes, yes, get your boss out here. I need to have a word with him. Raise more pigs, plant more trees, and you'll find a path to wealth..."

this……

The cat-headed commenter replied: 【Our boss is walking the cat…】
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Luo Yihang was indeed walking the cat.

However, it's not in Ping'an Valley, nor in Qinghai, but in Buwusu Township, Alxa League.

"A miracle"—the place where the Malan Grassland experienced its first sandstorm.

Why did you come here?
The fact that the regional government specifically chose to hold the annual Mongolian traditional festival, the Naadam Festival, here this year signifies that ecological and environmental protection has entered a new stage.

Luo Yihang and Wang Shaopeng were specially invited as guests to attend the opening ceremony.

The season for reaping honors has arrived.

This year's Naadam Festival is very large in scale.

It is said that more than 500,000 people will participate.

The opening ceremony will feature a national flag guard and a collective salute, a grassland blessing ceremony and a torch lighting ceremony, a wrestling dance formation, and performances by paragliders and aircraft formations.

The most spectacular sight was a formation of 1200 horses and riders waving red flags, forming a stampede of ten thousand horses.

Luo Yihang and Wang Shaopeng will also ride horses to participate, and they will be in the front row.

This was Wang Shaopeng's first time attending a celebration of this scale, and he was a special guest, so he was extremely nervous.

He can't ride a horse.

Therefore, I dragged Luo Yihang over several days in advance to practice.

Even last-minute preparation can be effective.

Having no other choice, Luo Yihang had to stop his cultivation and accompany him to Inner Mongolia.

Fortunately, the effect of the small lake in Kunlun Mountain is powerful enough to replenish the spiritual energy, and I am only one step away from breaking through.

……

The mornings on the grassland are incredibly pleasant; even in the height of summer, there is no heat at all.

It was even a bit chilly when I woke up in the morning.

As luck would have it, it rained lightly last night.

When the rain started, Luo Yihang, Wang Shaopeng, the family of Batu Chaolu, the old Party branch secretary who accompanied them, as well as the autonomous region, the league, and the staff of the Malan base who came from Lop Nur, Xinjiang, were a large group of people.

They're having hot pot with mutton in the old Party Secretary's courtyard.

Suddenly I heard a dripping sound from the roof.

Looking up, I saw "a series of jade rings shattering on the ground, and suddenly I felt as if I had been given wine by heaven."

That's good news, it rarely rains in the Gobi Desert.

Rain is like a blessing, a sign that something wonderful is about to happen.

The group simply set up a rain shelter and accepted the gift of wine from heaven. The old Party Secretary Batu Chaolu took out his treasured mare's milk wine, and everyone raised their glasses with mutton to pay tribute to heaven, earth, and the people in front of them.

While eating meat and drinking wine, they chatted and laughed until late at night. In his joy, the old Party Secretary Batu Chaolu even sang their Torgut tribe song "Wild Geese" three times in a row.

The accompaniment Luo Yihang provided was something he had learned on the morin khuur (horsehead fiddle) out of curiosity when he was testing the first generation of super iris grass in Piyinggetai Village.

Piyinggetai Village is also a village where Mongolians and Han Chinese live together.

This time, I finally got to use it again.

Luo Yihang played the morin khuur (horsehead fiddle), and after just a few notes, an expert could immediately tell that he had practiced extensively.

Old Party Secretary Batu Chao was pleasantly surprised and happy. After finishing the song, he picked up his wine glass and downed three glasses with Luo Yihang.

That's quite a capacity for alcohol.

After eating and drinking their fill, everyone went home and slept soundly through the night.

I woke up the next day feeling incredibly energetic.

He got up early and went to the stables to wash and groom the two horses, making sure they were spotless.

The two horses, the Sun King and the Flame Queen, were also sent. It's a pity that Bo Zhihong didn't come, so there's no "steed" here.

Luo Yihang added some more hay, and the two horses buried their heads in the fodder and ate.

With two whooshing sounds above my head, two cats, one big and one small, jumped onto the wall.

Ding Xiaoman and Xiao Xiaoman went out to play all night, and when it was dawn, they knew to come back.

This time they came directly from Qinghai, so naturally these two kids came along too.

Da Jin didn't come. It's a bird from the mountains, and the grassland isn't its territory, so it flew home on its own.

However, the two kids had been training with Luo Yihang during their time in Qinghai, staying up all night and sleeping during the day, so they haven't adjusted to the time difference yet.

As soon as the rain stopped last night, I went out to play again.

Looking at it now, its face is a bit dusty, its fur is a bit messy, and there's some dew stuck to its fur.

Sigh, the stray cats and dogs in the village, as well as the dogs kept at home, are really suffering.

No wonder there were faint barking dogs all night; they were barking so horribly.

"So you know how to come back, huh? Come down here." Luo Yihang waved to the wall.

Ding Xiaoman yawned, shook off the dew, and jumped down, wagging her tail as she circled around Luo Yihang's feet.

The Sun King and the Flame Queen quickly pulled their mouths out of the feeding trough and knelt down in front of Ding Xiaoman.

This is to greet the boss.

Ding Xiaoman didn't even glance at them, and with her tail wagging and her bottom swaying, she strolled back into the house.

So indifferent, looks like he didn't get his fill of fighting.

After Ding Xiaoman left, Xiao Xiaoman stood up and shook off the water.

With a "meow~~", it jumped down from the wall.

It rubbed its head against Luo Yihang's calf, meowing softly.

The Sun King and the Fire Queen quickly knelt and bowed their heads again in respect.

Little Man raised its head and meowed as a greeting.

Then it rubbed against Luo Yihang's legs.

"Little Man is such a good boy." Luo Yihang bent down and scratched its chin, and Little Man whimpered contentedly.

Not satisfied with just scratching, it squinted its eyes, raised its head, and pawed at Luo Yihang while enjoying itself.

I want a hug.

Helpless, Luo Yihang had no choice but to pick it up.

A big baby that's over a meter long.

I felt its belly was a little deflated, then I went to get it some food.

Little Man wagged its tail happily and nuzzled against Luo Yihang's neck, tickling him.

Sigh, all this singing, recitation, acting, and fighting had to wait until Ding Xiaoman left before they jumped down to put on this show.

What a "little green tea"...

Go back inside.

Ding Xiaoman has already opened the box herself, taken out the cat food, and started eating.

He turned his head and saw Xiao Xiaoman being held, snorted disdainfully, and turned back to continue eating.

You can even see disdain on a cat's face.

Luo Yihang put Xiao Xiaoman down, took out its food bowl, and found its cat food. The two cats should not eat the same kind of cat food.

Fill the bowl with cat food.

Little Man walked over with cat-like steps, lowered her head, and ate slowly in small bites, her movements elegant.

That's right, it kept pushing the food bowl towards Ding Xiaoman, insisting on getting together with her.

For no other reason than that it knew it was pretty, and it had more rice in its bowl than Ding Xiaoman...

After taking care of several animals.

Wang Shaopeng also woke up, yawning as he came out of his room, still looking dizzy; he had drunk quite a bit yesterday.

"You're awake. Wash your face with cool water, it feels so good. We'll go to Uncle Batu's house for a free meal later."

The old Party Secretary's house was right next door, and Luo Yihang and his companion lived in a courtyard that was specially arranged for them.

As they were talking, the old Party Secretary called out from over the wall, inviting them to come over for breakfast.

Wang Shaopeng shuddered and quickly washed up.

She even tidied her hair and made herself look smart and presentable.

Being the group's general manager really makes a difference; he's starting to pay attention to his image now.

The pressure was too great, especially working with Luo Yihang.

The two are about the same age.

But when others see Luo Yihang, they think, "Wow, he's a young and handsome guy."

Then look at Wang Shaopeng, oh, an elder...
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The old Party Secretary's family had a particularly lavish breakfast.

A pot of Mongolian milk tea simmered and smelled wonderfully.

The meat was served in a copper basin, not a plate.

Surround it with milk tofu, milk skin, cheese... as a snack.

The fried dough sticks are golden and crispy, and the steamed shumai are piping hot.

Mongolian breakfasts are so "hardcore".

Not only are there many varieties, but the quantities are also large.

Luo Yihang, Wang Shaopeng, and those people from yesterday, ate their fill, their bellies bulging.

The food on the table only suffered minor damage.

Once in Inner Mongolia, the main task is to eat and drink.

We've eaten and drunk our fill again.

The old Party Secretary went out to check the weather and said happily, "Good weather, perfect for a stroll on the Flowery Grassland."

They affectionately nicknamed the "miracle" Malan Grassland "Flower Grassland".

Then let’s go.

The group emerged from the house, burping as they ate.

Luo Yihang and Wang Shaopeng returned to their own courtyard.

Two horses were led out.

One of the purposes of this trip was to teach Wang Shaopeng how to ride a horse. When we arrived yesterday, he had already ridden a few laps and could at least sit on the horse and walk along.

Wang Shaopeng rode the gentle-tempered Flame Queen.

With a golden saddle and a crimson horse, he held the reins and looked around with a flourish, feeling quite handsome.

As soon as I sat down, the horse's rump sank.

Something was tugging at his lower back.

Turning my head, I saw Xiao Xiaoman jumping up and pushing me with a disgruntled expression.

What is this? Did they steal this ancestor's territory?

Turn around and look again.

Luo Yihang also mounted his horse. The golden horse with a silver saddle was tall and majestic. Luo Yihang sat upright on the horse, holding the reins with one hand. Oh dear, I can't look at him, it's too dazzling.

But in his other hand, he was holding Ding Xiaoman.

Could it be... that Xiao Xiaoman is jealous and wants a hug too?
Wang Shaopeng was about to cry; how could he possibly lift such a short little darling who was over a meter long?

(End of this chapter)