When the girl boiled the milk tea and put it on the table in front of Cheng Zhong, she found that the young adult slept very sweetly.

In her hometown, she also has a younger brother of this size, who is very close to her and one of the people she misses the most these days.

She looked at the boy with a little distress, and couldn't bear to wake him, but she thought that he must be hungry too, so she shook his arm vigorously.

When he woke up from his dream, Cheng Zhong's mind couldn't turn for a while, and he didn't know where he was at this time.

After two or three minutes of being stunned before he was fully conscious, he quickly stood up and thanked him one after another.

The taste of milk tea is very unique, it is a mixture of goat's milk, cooked tea, salt and sugar, the first one or two sips are a little unaccustomed, and the fragrance is quickly drunk.

In a few bites, a cup of milk tea will be delicious.

The girl wanted to ask him if he was used to drinking, but when she saw that the bowl had already bottomed out, she had to hurry to the back kitchen to bring the teapot and continue to fill it.

The Tibetan man also carried a large plate of cold beef and a plastic bucket up, in which were two catties of authentic barley wine, with a faint aroma of wine.

The girl put on two pairs of chopsticks, and when she was about to retreat, Cheng Zhong stopped her:

"Please give my sister a face, and sit down to eat together! Today I first arrived in your place, and I am tired of the two of you for your hospitality, and the boy is grateful, let me invite the two of you to have a meal together!"

The girl glanced at the man quietly.

"There are no other guests in Hengzhu, this doll is sincere, let's eat together!"

The man was talking to the girl, and the two went to the back hall together.

Looking at the cold beef salad that was as thin as cicada wings and sprinkled with verdant garlic sprouts, Cheng Zhong's index finger moved, and his throat stretched out his hand.

But thinking that he had just arrived, and he was in the territory of an ethnic minority, it was really inconvenient to move his chopsticks first, so he endured his hunger and drank milk tea again and again.

In a blink of an eye, the girl holding the white "Hada" and the man holding the silver bowl stood in front of Cheng Zhong.

"Little brother, you are a distinguished guest from afar, and some courtesies are indispensable. The man said with a smile on his face.

Through reading, Cheng Zhong also has a rough understanding of some Tibetan etiquette.

He stood up, bowed calmly to the two of them, waited for the girl to put the "Hada" around his neck, took the bowl from the man's hand with both hands, and said with a smile:

"Hehe, uncle, sister, I'm young and don't know how to count, I hope you two will teach me!"

The man didn't shirk either, and picked up another wine bowl.

He held the bowl with his left hand, dipped the ring finger of his right hand lightly in the wine, and began to teach Cheng Zhong how to respect the heavens, the earth, and the gods.

Cheng Zhong earnestly learned from him to do it, although the movements were a little stiff, and the routines were quite complete.

When he had finished these movements, and was about to raise his head and drink it all, the girl whispered:

"You can leave the wine unfinished, and you're still on an empty stomach!"

The bowl of the Tibetan toast is as big as a child's rice bowl, and it is a toast three bowls in a row, and if all three bowls are drunk, the adults with a smaller amount of alcohol may get drunk.

When Cheng Zhong heard this, he cast a grateful look at the girl, obediently only took a small sip, and returned the wine bowl with both hands.

Then came the second bowl, the third bowl.

Contrary to the impression of ordinary people, the Tibetan people are actually a people who pay great attention to etiquette.

Tibetan folk customs are simple, courteous and modest, respect for the old and love for the young, honesty and non-deception are pure and good customs handed down from ancient times.

In the "Sixteen Purity Laws" formulated by Songtsen Gampo, filial piety to parents, respect for virtue, respect for elders, sincere love for relatives and friends, and integrity and non-deception are important contents, which have had a profound impact on the ethical etiquette and living customs of the Tibetan people.

The food etiquette of the Tibetan people intuitively reflects the simple folk customs and ethical spirit of the Tibetan people......

After some etiquette, the three of them knelt down together and sat down at the table, and Cheng Zhong began to feast heavily.

In the process of eating and drinking, everyone introduced themselves.

The Tibetan man, named Zhao Ying, used to be an armed policeman and guarded a labor camp.

His parents had long since passed away, and after demobilization, there was nowhere to go, so he opened this tent restaurant here.

Although the business of the hotel is not good, it is better to be the only one, and the police officers and people with a bit of status want to improve their lives, so they can only come here.

The girl, Zhang Xiaoning, is a native of Chongqing, Sichuan.

She fled to Qinghai with her companions a year ago, fainted on the shore of Qinghai Lake, was rescued by Zhao Ying, and helped take care of the hotel here.

Now the relationship between the two seems to be a bit confusing.

Cheng Zhong also told his name truthfully, and as for other situations, it was ominous.

Wine is a good thing, and it brings people closer to each other.

Three glasses of wine went down, the conversation box opened, half a catty of wine went down, and the stranger became a brother.

Cheng Zhong eats more and drinks less.

He didn't know how much he drank, and he didn't have the conditions to drink before that. In addition, when I go out and have something to do, I don't dare to drink more.

Zhao Ying ate less and drank more.

Somehow, he had a crush on this strange kid and was in a good mood. Although he clinked glasses again and again, he didn't care how much the other party drank or how little he drank, but he was at the bottom of the cup.

Zhang Xiaoning ate less and drank less.

She advised Cheng Zhong to eat slowly, saying that the mutton would be cooked later, and then she would eat more hot food.

She persuaded Zhao Ying to drink slowly, saying that she would not fall down first if the guests did not greet her.

While eating and chatting, Cheng Zhong intentionally or unintentionally inquired about the general situation here.

It turns out that there are many labor camps in this area, and this is just one of them.

There are four kinds of people living in this town:

One is the police officers and their families who are in charge of prisoners, who have the highest social status.

The second type is those who have been released from prison after completing their sentences, also known as new workers, who are considered farm workers, receive salaries, and have freedom.

The third type is prisoners who are serving their sentences, and prisoners who are nearing the end of their sentences are also often seen on the streets.

The fourth type is those who live in the little bungalows and tents on the streets.

Those people have various relationships with the first three types of people, most of them are relatives who have fled and are usually doing business, and when the farm is busy, they also go to do odd jobs and make ends meet.

Zhang Xiaoning went to the back kitchen again, and after a while, a large pot of steaming mutton was placed on the table.

Looking at so much mutton, Cheng Zhong laughed:

"Sister Zhang, you are too sincere, so much meat has been served, I can't eat it anymore!"

"Big brother, when you're away from home, it's more important to have a full stomach than anything else. If you can't eat it, you will have it left, and it won't all be counted in your account. Zhang Xiaoning said.

Zhao Ying, who was red-headed and up-faced, continued:

"Brother, even if you are full and drink, my brother looks at you well, I will invite you today!"

When Cheng Zhong heard this, he shook his head again and again and said:

"No, no, no, how can it be done? You guys open a restaurant here, it's not easy to make some money, I'll have this guest today!"

He quickly took out 10 sheets of "Great Unity" and handed them to Zhang Xiaoning with both hands. And said:

"You see if the money is enough, if it's not enough, I'll take it again. ”

"How can I charge you so much for a meal, this money is enough to buy a cow. Zhang Xiaoning said honestly.

She is telling the truth, the current society has low wages and low prices, and the price of a cow is only about 100 yuan.

Cheng Zhong doesn't know much about prices, and he is not very good at spending money.

It's just that he is a young grade, and he has a lot of money because of magical chance, and he really doesn't care much about money.

Zhang Xiaoning was still refusing, and Cheng Zhong said in a resolute tone:

"I really treat you, if you don't accept the 100 yuan, you just look down on me!

Well, there are a few guests outside, and I'll go and invite them in until they're done with the meat. ”

Just now, he noticed that the thick curtain of the tent had moved several times, and that several half-sized heads had poked in and retracted.

Cheng Zhong, who was full of wine and food, walked out of the door, and he planned how to fool the boys at the door as he walked.

He suddenly appeared, and several of the children were startled and stepped back.

When they saw that it was a child of their age, they gathered around them.

One of the children glared at him and said with a fierce look:

"Who are you and where are you from? We are from the Red Soldier Brigade of the Farm Elementary School, this is the important land of the farm, and we want to check your identity!"

"Red Soldiers" was the name given to the Young Pioneers during the Cultural Revolution.

"Hehe, I am also a Red Little Soldier, and I am the successor of the revolutionary cause. I came from Xining to assist the Public Security Bureau in investigating a case. Cheng Zhong had already made up his rhetoric and said unhurriedly.

"Hmph, what case is investigated, it must be a lie, take him away!" said the kid just now.

"Wait a minute, I have something to discuss with you!" Cheng Zhong said busily.

"Say something, fart!" another child shouted.

"Look at a few of you, let's be considered peers, meet for the first time, don't convince each other, you might as well learn from each other, who wins and listens to whom, okay?

A few of you choose one of the strongest to come out, and fall with me, I lost, please eat meat. I won, and I invite you to eat meat. ”

Cheng Zhong knows that Tibetans have always advocated force, and adult men wrestle at every turn, and wrestling with young boys is even more commonplace.

A few of the children were a little confused, thinking that their ears had heard it wrong, but the word "eat meat" still attracted them firmly.

The first child to speak asked:

"What do you mean, do you invite us to eat meat if you win or lose?"

"Yes, win or lose, please. But I'm not done yet, if I win, you have to help me investigate the case. ”

The children deliberated for a long time with wide eyes and small eyes, and asked almost in unison:

"How do you win or lose?"

"Knock the opponent down first, and then control the opponent's body to win. Cheng Zhong said confidently.

At this time, Zhao Ying also came out of the tent.

He didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement, and he took advantage of the wine and said:

"Good wrestling, I'll be the referee!"

The child who spoke first was obviously the head of the bunch of dolls, and he took the initiative to come out and say:

"Let me wrestle with you. Declare in advance that you will not be responsible for any accidental injury. ”

"So much for the best. Cheng Zhong looked at the other party calmly and said.

The boy didn't wait for the bell to fall, but he was already bent down and rushed towards him.

Cheng Zhong didn't dodge, but his center of gravity shifted downward, and he steadied his horse and waited for work.

The kid hugged Cheng Zhong's waist and used all his strength, which was a hug and fall.

Cheng Zhong's body sank with its center of gravity and strength, and at the same time wrapped his arms around the opponent's neck.

His plan is that if the opponent is strong, he will use his skill to control the opponent's vital points, and if the opponent's strength is average, he will win by brute force, in short, he must not lose.

Who knew that the kid could only use a little traditional Tibetan wrestling skills, and he exerted three times in a row, but he didn't hold Cheng Zhong off the ground, so he became flustered.

Knowing the strength of the other party, Cheng Zhong had a bottom in his heart, and he already knew that this kid was far from his opponent.

He drilled down with both hands, stretched his opponent's arms apart with only half the force, and then hugged his opponent's waist with one hand, grabbing his belt with one hand.

With a shout of "hey", Cheng Zhong added a little more strength, and the opponent instantly left his feet off the ground and lost his center of gravity.

Immediately after, Cheng Zhong slammed his opponent to the bottom of the left and threw his opponent to the canvas.

"I lost ......"

The kid was already clear about the gap between the two sides, and in order not to be abused, he directly admitted defeat.

In fact, Cheng Zhong has practiced martial arts with his grandfather since he was a child, and he has a certain foundation in martial arts.

In addition, in the past two months, Xue Lihong has been taking him to running training, which has significantly improved his physical fitness, which is more than enough to deal with ordinary peers.

The contest ended quickly.

It was getting late, and Cheng Zhong invited all the five children present into the tent hotel.