Seventy Jiaojiao Lower Border

[Era + pampering + extreme pulling + ambiguity + daily frontier style + top slap in the face] Once she came to the northwest frontier in the 1970s, Su Jiaojiao, who grew up in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, was dumbfounded. The sky is full of yellow sand, the adobe house is leaking, and the father who aided Xinjiang has just died of illness. The surrounding evil neighbors are like wolves and tigers trying to deprive the family of the house, and they even want to snatch a two-foot good cloth ticket! How to play this hell start? Su Jiaojiao said: If you can't beat him, then shake him! Who said the frontier is hard? Jiaojiao felt that the chests of the five rough men were very hot. The iron-blooded frontier army commander hugged her in his military coat and said in a hoarse voice: "Whoever dares to bully you, I will kill him." The wild Kazakh man lifted her onto the horse with one arm, his eyes like a wolf: "My little lamb, follow me back to the yurt." The agricultural machine operator of the Corps pushed her behind the golden wheat stack and wiped the wheat awns from the corners of her mouth with his rough fingers; the director of the steel plant sent boxes of White Rabbit toffees just to see her moist lips when they were filled with sugar; and the handsome geologist used his body temperature to keep her away from the cold in a tent on the Gobi desert...