Chapter 35: The Real Tibetan Mastiff (Asking for a Reward)
Wang Yang's brain had an idea, and he smiled: "Because I'm already pulling." β
"Pretty smart!" Wang Min said with a smile: "Our side is sparsely populated, there is such a residential area within a radius of thousands of kilometers, and other places are no man's land, so people will directly ignore the no man's land and name the nearest city, but the nearest city is a ...... across hundreds of kilometers."
"Seriously, if I had the chance, I would really like to hike through the no-man's land of Nepal." Wang Yang said with a smile.
"Don't do anything stupid, the chances of surviving the trek through Nepal are ...... You're really good at pretending! Halfway through Wang Min's speech, he felt that his expression was strange, and he immediately knew that she had been "deceived".
"Uh-huh." Wang Yang laughed out loud, and he was able to travel through Nepal in the novel.
The two laughed and talked, Wang Min led him into a farm compound, where a middle-aged man was chopping wood with an axe, and when he saw Wang Min coming back with a strange boy, he stopped and asked in Tibetan, "Is he your friend?" β
"Well, Dad, he's the writer I met on the plane and the guy who gave me the song." Wang Min said with a smile.
Wang Yang was a little embarrassed, he couldn't understand anything.
"Hello, welcome to my house." The middle-aged man greeted Wang Yang in awkward Chinese.
Wang Min hurriedly introduced to Wang Yang: "My dad Dorje ......"
"Hello Uncle Dorje."
"Yes, please!" Dorje obviously didn't know much Chinese, but he smiled very enthusiastically and asked his daughter Wang Min to take him into the house.
Wang Min led him into a living room, the room is naturally decorated with Tibetan folk style, many plateau animal fur needle felt products, some tea and meal utensils full of ethnic style, of course, modern LCD TV, induction cooker, hot water kettle or something, for Wang Yang, her family is quite novel.
Wang Min smiled: "Wang Yang, you sit down first, and I'll cook." β
Wang Yang's reaction was a little sluggish, but he still followed out and chased him to the kitchen: "Then I'll help you!" β
Wang Min waved his hand and smiled: "It's okay, it's okay, I can do it alone." β
Wang Yang is just polite, he really doesn't know how to cook.
After watching at the door for a while, Wang Yang felt that it was a little rude to look dry, so she walked to the courtyard and wanted to help her father Dorje carry dry firewood.
Dorje reacted very strongly, he shook his head and waved his hand as if he was angry, and his tone was also extremely resolute: "No, no! Sit! Sit! β
Wang Yang: "......"
When Dorje was done and entered the house, he came out with a Tibetan homemade smoking stick, which he lit and started smoking as he sat under the eaves.
When Wang Yang travels, soft China is indispensable in his pocket, and he will smoke whenever people smoke, but he rarely smokes outside.
"Thank you! Thank you! Dorje took the soft China handed over by Wang Yang and put it on his ear.
Wang Yang couldn't find the topic, and he was afraid that Dorje wouldn't understand, so he was silent for a while.
Helplessly, he also came with a cigarette and another cigarette.
Wang Min finished the meal, and the three of them sat in the living room, turned on the TV, and had lunch together.
The meals are not all Tibetan flavors, there are stir-fried vegetables, braised pork and shredded potatoes, of course, there are also Tibetan milk tea, butter tea wheat cakes, come to a bottle of green naked wine to drink, this has been the Tibetan people's hospitality to the guests.
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After the meal, Dorje rode a motorcycle tricycle and took Wang Min and Wang Yang to her doghouse.
The foreign customs are in full view, gradually out of the bustling town, along the highway you can see the majestic and continuous snow-capped mountains in the distance, the glacier that converges in the snow-capped mountains, the cattle and sheep are herded, the scenery is picturesque, and the beauty is magnificent.
When he came to Tibet, Wang Yang felt that his soul had been washed again.
In the car, Wang Min bit his lip and said, "Wang Yang, how can I say it, my Tibetan mastiff is actually a Tibetan dog." β
"The Tibetan mastiff is a particularly ferocious Tibetan dog!"
Wang Yang said: "It's just that there are more than 40 real original 'purebred Tibetan mastiffs' in the world, and all of them are raised in the National Rare Animal Research and Protection Institute. β
Wang Min couldn't help but be curious: "How do you know so much?" β
Wang Yang continued to laugh and said: "I also 'sit at home' anyway, I often read strange books and materials, and I am about to create an adventure book about Tibetan mastiffs, so I know a lot about Tibetan mastiffs." β
Wang Min nodded and said: "You're right, we haven't seen a real purebred Tibetan mastiff, in ancient times, Tibetan mastiffs were only owned by nobles, and those nobles would castrate dogs in order to maintain pure bloodlines. β
Wang Yang thought for a moment and said with a smile: "Yes, in fact, an ordinary Tibetan dog in Tibet who cares for the home is the closest to a purebred Tibetan mastiff." β
Wang Min nodded: "Why are you so smart?" The high-priced Tibetan mastiffs on the market now are all hyped up by my father and the breeders in their circle. β
"Hype is inevitable." Wang Yang smiled.
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Not long after arriving at the dog farm, he and Wang Min just arrived near the big yard, and they saw from the outside that there were fierce lion-like Tibetan mastiffs locked in the big iron cage inside, about a dozen adult Tibetan mastiffs, and there were not many puppies.
Listening to their roars that shook their eardrums, this scene was quite spectacular in Wang Yang's eyes, and they looked like fierce little lions.
However, Wang Yang knows very well that these Tibetan mastiffs with good quality have super strings of blood, and their personalities are also extremely unstable.
He smiled at Wang Min and said: "It looks very good, but I don't plan to raise these skewers, the size of the hybrid is too large, and the food is super large, if there is a lack of exercise, it will become a pig mastiff, and such a Tibetan mastiff will hurt people if you don't pay attention......"
"Okay!" Wang Min only now understands that what he wants is a Tibetan mastiff who really cares after the home.
Wang Yang and Wang Min stood outside the fence of the dog farm, chatting as her father, Dorje, went in to feed the Tibetan mastiffs in the iron cage.
After a while, Wang Min turned around and said, "Come with me, my family's self-raised snow mastiff has a litter in the back, how about you look at the bloodline?" β
Came to a plastic shed behind the dog farm, a white-haired snow mastiff was lying there quietly, it noticed people, turned its head back to look at Wang Min and Wang Yang, and turned its head coldly.
The size of the female dog snow mastiff is not huge, it is significantly smaller than other breeds of Tibetan mastiff in the iron cage in front, the mouth shape and face are similar to wolves, but it is not like a lion at all, but more like a wolf dog, and its snow-white hair makes it have a noble and sacred temperament.
According to the quality of the Tibetan mastiff, it does not seem to be a Tibetan mastiff, more like a Tibetan dog, but this is the Tibetan mastiff that Wang Yang wants to find.
On the grass not far away, a group of puppies are playing, they are very lively, biting and fighting each other.
Wang Min: "What do you think?" β
Wang Yang counted with his hand: "123...... There are 12 in total, and there is not a single white snow mastiff? β
"The chance of a snow mastiff being born is very low, and our old snow mastiff has lived for eight years and has not yet given birth to a snow mastiff."
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(I wrote this chapter, wrote and deleted, wrote and deleted several times, checked a lot of Tibetan mastiff information, the more I checked the information, the more I felt that I was two-forced, numb, there is no unified standard for "Tibetan mastiff", please don't delve into the Tibetan mastiff's views expressed in this article, if you don't believe it, also check the information...... I went to vomit.,This chapter was written for more than ten hours.,For the sake of the author's hard work.,Please recommend.γCollectionγReward and support it.,This book has been signed a few days ago.,You can rest assured that you can support it.γ οΌ