The road to Mount Everest, although also called a road, is more difficult to walk than a trail. The large and small stones on the road make people's feet more and more uncomfortable the more they walk.

In addition, the terrain of the plateau is getting higher and higher, and the oxygen in the air is gradually thinning, which makes people's hearts beat faster, the number of breaths increases, the physical exertion accelerates, and the recovery is slower.

We walked and stopped until it was getting dark, and then we arrived at Rongjiang Village. Rongjiang is a small riverside village with dozens of families, all of whom live here.

The last ticket gate from Gangga to Mount Everest is located here. Geng Xin walked faster than me, and when I reached the entrance of the village, Geng Xin, who was walking in front, had already found a place to stay.

The borrowed family is an old couple and a daughter-in-law with a newborn baby. None of the people in this family spoke Chinese, so we could only communicate with each other through gestures.

After entering the door, he put down his suite, and the old man poured a bowl of butter tea and barley wine each, and asked Geng Xin and I which one to drink?

Geng Xin likes to drink barley wine, so I chose butter tea. Dinner was eaten with the old man's family, and it was boiled with potatoes and lamb intestines, and it was served with barley wine and sticky rice.

The potatoes in this area are not big, only the size of a ping-pong ball, but they have a strong aroma after peeling, and they are very powdery and glutinous in the mouth.

Basically, you don't need any sauce sauce. The sheep intestine is filled with sheep blood and condiments, and then boiled in the pot after air drying, which is very distinctive to eat.

Geng Xin and I ate a plate of potatoes and a piece of mutton intestines, drank a few large bowls of the old man's home-brewed barley wine, and we were still a little unsatisfied.

Although the old man was still persuading us to eat more, we were embarrassed to eat again when we saw that the people in the old man's family had already stopped moving.

After the meal, the old man and Geng Xin continued to drink barley wine, and I drank butter tea. The old man does not drink water, and the barley wine is his water.

The old man drank too much barley wine, and talked a lot. The old man took out the photo album of the house and showed it to us, and in the photos, in addition to the current people in the family, there were several young men and women.

From the old man's analogy, we understand that the man is his son, and the woman is his daughter. His daughters were all married, and his son went on a pilgrimage to the Potala Palace.

Sitting in front of the fire with the old man's family, drinking butter tea in a warm atmosphere, I always want to talk about family life with the old man's family.

The two sides did not understand each other's language, and tried to gesture with gestures, but they still did not understand what the other was trying to say.

In the end, I had to give up. Only the old man didn't seem to want to snub me and Geng Xin, and kept filling our bowls with barley wine and butter tea.

The old man drank barley wine and insisted on chatting with us with gestures. Because there is no reference, we can't understand the old man's words, and the gestures of the gesture also make us confused.

But we couldn't interrupt the old man's kindness, so we had to nod from time to time to show that we were listening. I said to Geng Xin self-deprecatingly, the current situation tells us how important it is to master a foreign language.

While sleeping, the old man looked at the sleeping bags that Geng Xin and I had taken out, signaling that our sleeping bags were not warm.

The old man turned around and hugged Geng Xin and me with a blanket, and at first we thought that the old man was afraid that we would freeze, so he added a blanket to us.

After the old man spread the bunk on the bed, we realized that it was a sleeping bag made of yak hair. Got into the yak wool sleeping bag, the sleeping bag was heavy on the body, rough inside, but very warm.

We were in the warm yak hair sleeping bag, and soon we fell asleep.