Until they turned to another grassy slope, they found a young man in front of them, who was not yet twenty years old, and the two of them walked over to take a look, and found that the young man was dragging a dustpan behind his back, which was full of it.

No less than four or five hundred.

So he asked, "Friend, do you want to dig cordyceps?"

The young herdsman turned around and saw that it was two peers, and grinned, "Yes." ”

"How much have you dug up?"

"That's it. ”

Fan Yang also sat down and handed out a cigarette to the man: "We are also here to dig Cordyceps, do you sell this grass?"

Unexpectedly, the herdsman nodded: "Sell." ”

The two of them were happy: "How did you sell it?"

"How much do you want?"

"You want them all here. ”

"All of them?"

"Hmm. ”

The herdsman buried his head, dialed it in the dustpan, made a rough estimate, and said, "Give 20 yuan." ”

"Okay. Fan Yang didn't say a word, so he touched 20 yuan and handed it to the herdsmen. Then he asked, "Do you still have any?" ”

"If you want to take it, it's okay, I still have it at home, go back with me." ”

"Do you have any more at home, how many?"

"A pocket. ”

"Okay, where do you live?"

"It's right down the hill. The herdsman pointed to a hillside on the opposite side and found that on the opposite hillside it looked like a wooden building.

"Okay, shall we go now? We'll take all of them. ”

"Okay. ”

The three of them packed up the cordyceps and followed the herdsman to the other side of the hill.

Talking on the way, I learned that this herdsman's name is Tsering Dorjee, and he often goes to the hillside to dig cordyceps to subsidize his family.

When he arrived at Tsering Dorjee's house, there was a cement dam in front of the door, and a dog was leashed, Fan Yang saw that it was a pure Tibetan mastiff, locked with an iron chain as thick as a sugar cane.

The voice is also loud and barks wildly there.

It's just that it has been tied all year round, and the hair on this Tibetan mastiff is very messy, but it has the ferocity of a fierce dog.

"This dog is so big, hey, can you tie this chain?"

"It's okay, it doesn't bite. Tsering Dorjee stomped on the ground with his foot.

The dog was strange to say, and soon quieted down, lying on the ground, but his eyes did not leave the two of them.

"Grandma, a friend is here. Tsering Dorjee shouted.

Turning around the hall was an elderly herdsman with gray hair and a square scarf wrapped around his head.

When I saw the two of them, I smiled.

"Come in and sit, come in and have tea. Tsering Dorjee entered the house and beckoned the two to come in.

Walking into the hall, Tsering Dorjee's mother went to boil water to make tea, Tsering Dorjee went to get cordyceps, and on the right side of the hall, like the tradition of many herdsmen, there was a Buddhist hall with a sub-thangka hanging on it, and a few oil lamps were lit on the altar in front of the shrine.

And in the middle of the shrine, what is offered is actually a Guanyin Bodhisattva.

As soon as the two of them saw this Bodhisattva, their eyes immediately widened.

Made of ceramics, this Bodhisattva statue, the two are simply too familiar.

Missing a door to Fan Yang to give him a look, and whispered: "Fan Yang, is it Lao Zhao's?"

And Fan Yang understood almost instantly.

Sure enough, Zhao Guangming's statue of the Bodhisattva was sold.

Tsering Dorjee took a sack of linen and walked out, there was a small half pocket, all of which were fresh cordyceps, and the soil on it was simply treated.

When I opened the bag, it was densely packed with no more than thousands.

I don't know how long Tsering Dorjee dug up.

Fan Yang has passed his hand, and I am afraid that the soil weighs four or five catties.

Then he said, "Okay, we want them all, how much do you have here?"

"Five or six pounds. ”

"There's so much dirt in there. Fan Yang said.

"I know, I'll count you half, three pounds. ”

"Well, yes, how much?"

"If you want it, give 100 yuan and take it. ”

"100 yuan?" Fan Yang thought for a moment, there was really no need to worry so much about these herdsmen.

"Okay. So he happily paid 100.

Looking at the Bodhisattva offered on the shrine, he became aware and asked, "What kind of Bodhisattva is this?"

"Avalokiteshvara. Tsering Dorjee replied, clasped his hands together and bowed.

"Where did you buy this?"

When Tsering Dorjee heard the purchase, his face became unhappy: "Please come back." ”

According to Fan Yang's understanding, in Tibetan tradition, Buddha statues are to be consecrated, and there is a very complicated set of rituals.

"Someone else helped us get it back. ”

Fan Yang's heart moved, and he asked, "Is it so high?" He compared his nose to his own nose: "Thin-haired, lean, forty or fifty years old, a man?"

"How do you know?"

"It's okay, I just want to ask, this Bodhisattva, please come back, I'm afraid you will spend a lot of money, right?"

Tsering Dorjee waved his hand: "It didn't cost anything." But then he held out a finger: "A yak." ”

"A yak?"

Fan Yang and Missing a door both opened their mouths into an O-shape, with an indescribable weird expression on their faces, but they quickly held back: "It's okay, it's okay, thank you, we will collect the cordyceps if you have it in the future." ”

"Drink tea, drink some tea and then go. "Tsering Dorjee was very welcoming.

"That's fine. The two drank two cups of butter tea, said goodbye to Tsering Dorjee and left.

After stepping out of Tsering Dorjee's sight, the two couldn't hold back any longer, and scolded: "Ghost, what a hell of a ghost, Lao Zhao, this guy, a thief." ”

"Yes, this guy, his brain is too bad, exchanging a Buddha statue for a yak, it's too damn what, it's amazing. Said the lack of a door.

Fan Yang understood it thoroughly.

Zhao Guangming must have sent the Buddha statue to the herdsmen's homes, but I don't know how he persuaded these herdsmen to buy his Buddha statues, but if you think about it, you should also know that this is taking advantage of the herdsmen's simplicity.

Because this custom has always existed in Tibetan areas, the hard-earned money is often donated to the temple.

It is difficult for ordinary people to fathom faith when it comes to faith.

It's like a pilgrimage to the .0 saint, not only adults, but even many children, children under the age of ten, can persist for months, and Zhao Guangming obviously took advantage of this to achieve his ulterior purpose.

"It's a thief to even come up with such a ghost idea, old ghost, old ghost. ”

"Go back to him and talk to him, it's too a thief. ”

The two of them said, they couldn't help but be a little excited, walking on the path down the hill, the lack of a door suddenly stopped, and looked down with a magical face.

"What's wrong?" Fan Yang asked.

Missing a door pointed to the road below and said, "Am I mistaken?

Looking at the finger that lacked a door, I saw that hundreds of meters away, on the road under the mountain, it was not Zhao Guangming, who was it?

Holding a stick in his hand, he led two sheep and walked slowly on the side of the road.

Say Cao Cao Cao is here?