Expert Mou Xiangyi seems to have been to this place before, and he took the initiative to lead the way!
On the way, Lao Jiang pointed out a few words to me: "Jinglan, do you know why the tent in front is white? The doorway here is huge..."
It turns out that most Tibetans on the grasslands live in tents.
Because the tent has many advantages such as being warm in winter and cool in summer, and easy to disassemble.
For thousands of years, they took their flocks and cattle, grazing on grass and living on water, leading a wandering life in the West, full of romanticism.
The colors of the tents are also divided into black and white.
The black tent is woven from cow hair, and the white tent is woven from wool. If you see a black tent, it means that this is the hometown of the Tibetans. If you see a white tent, it means that the Tibetan people here are here. People migrate here, but they always have faith in God.
After hearing our conversation, Mou Xiangyi also participated. He nodded towards Lao Jiang, seeming to appreciate Lao Jiang's rich experience, and added a few words: "Young man, Tibetans love the color white very much. They use white in many buildings, such as the most famous Potala Palace. For them, white is a symbol of good luck and can protect them!”
"The Gonggar Snow Mountain we are going to enter here. Gonggar means 'snow-white and holy' in Tibetan! This group of people live under the vast snow-capped mountains. They drink white goat milk and wear white khatas. Faith is also white, so don’t blaspheme any white you see.”
"Especially you can't break into a woman's tent to peek without saying hello! Once you are discovered, you can only stay here to marry a wife and have children, and herd yaks for the rest of your life... Even if the other person is fat, black and strong, You must also get married unconditionally," Mou Xiangyi reminded in particular.
All right! It seems that even he believed Luo Camel's words and thought I was addicted to touching my butt.
Gradually, white round tents appeared in our field of vision, like white hills, looking extremely beautiful in the green grassland.
There is a circle of wooden doors around the tent with colorful flags hanging on them.
There is also a string of unknown symbols written on the top of the wooden door, probably in Tibetan.
Mou Xiangyi told us that this place is called Wenjia Ranch.
Perhaps they heard the footsteps of strangers, and soon two herdsmen came out of the tent cautiously, holding guns in their hands.
They wore bright robes and were covered with silver ornaments.
He should be around 20 or 30 years old. His skin is tanned and his pure eyes exude a kind of wildness that belongs only to nature.
"Zhaxi Dele!"
Mou Xiangyi waved to them and greeted them with a smile.
The two parties seemed to be familiar with each other. When the two herdsmen saw that it was Mou Xiangyi, they immediately fired their guns and welcomed us in with joy.
Xue Jingxiang supported Mr. Xue and walked in the front, and we all followed one after another.
Two herdsmen took us to the largest tent. We didn't know what special festival today was. When we entered, we found that a grand dinner was being held inside.
The people here are warm and hospitable. As soon as we entered, there was a little girl offering khatas to us, holding white khatas in both hands and putting them around our necks.
Lao Jiang told me in a low voice: "This is a welcome ceremony for the locals! They treat us as distinguished guests."
I quickly lowered my head, only to find that the companion next to me had a stern look on her face and did not give the little girl a chance to get close to me. The atmosphere suddenly became anxious.
I quickly stepped forward to explain, and after a few operations, Banban reluctantly believed that this was not an opportunity to assassinate me.
Presumably during the Yin and Shang Dynasties three thousand years ago, every time the war goddess Fuhao conquered an enemy country, she would encounter various assassinations, right?
Otherwise, I wouldn't be so used to it.
At this point, Mingyue Ye could still boast: "He is indeed the man I like, he is loyal to protect his brother, and his loyalty will shine through the ages!"
But the strange thing is that the hadas presented to us were all white, but the ones given to Xue Guangrong were golden. At this time, Xue Guangrong seemed to have completely woken up, and his eyes were so bright that he looked at Xizhou, and there was nothing wrong with it. The previously dull and demented posture.
The people here are very enthusiastic. After they presented the hada, they invited us to sit down and served hot milk tea and several plates of strange snacks. Mou Xiangyi explained that this was butter milk tea and tsampa made from highland barley.
"Try it, it tastes very special!"
I took a bite and found it a bit hard and salty. I paired it with a sip of milk tea, which was so hot that it warmed my stomach.
After a while, an elderly man and his wife came over to greet us, but they all spoke Tibetan, which we couldn't quite understand. Mou Xiangyi was very happy to communicate with them.
Mou Xiangyi helped us translate while telling us that the other person was the leader of this group of herdsmen, named Danba, and next to him was his wife Dolma.
In order to express his welcome to us, the old man Danba actually decided to entertain us with roasted whole lamb. After waiting for a full hour, the roasted whole lamb was served, which shocked my jaw!
It was actually a whole sheep, weighing dozens of kilograms. It was oily and honey-colored and exuded a unique fragrance. There were several plates next to it, and there was a knife on each plate.
You know, we only ate canned food and compressed biscuits for lunch. When we saw such golden roasted lamb, Jian Shou almost felt the glutton in his stomach...
Old man Danba asked us to eat quickly. After that, he picked up a knife and cut a piece of meat from the sheep to sample for us.
In this case, we are all welcome!
Dolma was so sincere that she brought the kumiss she brewed herself to the table. Influenced by them, we ate meat and drank wine, and the atmosphere was full of joy. Banban even took away a leg of lamb and tore at it.
During the dinner, Mou Xiangyi tactfully proposed the matter of borrowing a horse. Old man Danba agreed without thinking, and said that he would lend the strongest stallion in the grassland to the distinguished guests from afar.
Xue Jingxiang shook her head and looked at Mou Xiangyi: "I never borrow anything, I only buy it!"
After saying that, she winked at No Face next to her, who handed over a gold bar and asked Mou Xiangyi to hand it over to the old man Danba.
While translating, Mou Xiangyi pushed the gold bars in front of old man Danba. They had never seen so much gold before and were almost frightened.
Only with Mou Xiangyi's repeated insistence did Danba accept the gold bars.
Most of the people here speak Tibetan, but they are so enthusiastic that in order to show respect for us, they learn to call us by our names. But when calling our names, we like to add one at the end.
For example, Brother Li, Mr. Jiang, Miss Xue...
I asked Lao Jiang what it meant, and Lao Jiang told us that people here never call people by their full names, but add "la" at the end to show respect and kindness.
As the saying goes, when in Rome, do as the Romans do, and you should follow suit.
For a moment, the tent was filled with the sounds of "la", "la" and "la", and I couldn't help but laugh.
