Mr. Sun watched her leave, shook his head helplessly, and said to himself: "This little girl, we will have to bear it in the future." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Xian'er shouting in the next compartment: "Who is the little girl, when I became a sperm, your grandfather's grandfather was not born yet!" ”

This time, it was Mr. Sun's turn to have nothing to say.

After getting off the bus, Mr. Sun contacted a local dealer to buy some things for training, and he packed them all into a big bag, but he didn't let us see them, which made each of us feel like a cat scratching in our hearts.

After three days in Sichuan, Mr. Sun asked someone to get a van, he prepared enough food and water, and then drove us across thousands of miles to the pastoral area of Qinghai.

When we were about to arrive at Tianjun Mountain, Mr. Sun called Uncle Liu in advance and told him that we were almost there, and Uncle Liu also came early to wait for us near the road that crossed the pastoral area.

When I saw Uncle Liu from the lathe of the van, I couldn't help but smile.

He was still dressed the same as before, with fur and a big jacket, and the complexion on his face was still dark with a sunny blush.

But under this blue sky and white clouds, Uncle Liu, who was riding on a horse, had an indescribable sense of coordination, as if he had become one with heaven and earth, or rather, he was an inseparable part of heaven and earth.

The car got closer and closer to Uncle Liu, and I realized that he was still leading a horse behind him, and the person on the horse turned out to be the blind Uncle Ke.

It seems that no matter where they go, these two uncles are always together, and I have never seen either of them alone.

Although Uncle Ke is blind, I have always felt that his eyesight is no different from that of a normal person, and sometimes, he can even see some things that we can't see clearly with our naked eyes.

At this time, Uncle Liu saw our car, and it seemed that he couldn't determine who the people in the car were, but just looked at us from a distance. But Uncle Ke has already begun to wave at us.

It's a pity that Uncle Liu didn't see Uncle Ke waving behind him, and he didn't grin at us until Mr. Sun was about to drive the car in front of his face.

After that, Uncle Liu turned the horse's head around and waved at us to drive the car into the pasture.

In the spring months, the pasture has completely turned emerald green, and we really can't bear it when the van walks on the grass.

Uncle Liu rode in front, his speed was much faster than ours, and every time he ran a distance, he had to stop and wait for us.

What surprised me was that Uncle Ke actually rode his own horse, but his horse didn't look as strong as Uncle Liu's, and the speed was a little slower.

While holding the steering wheel, Mr. Sun said to us, "Have you noticed that Lao Liu and Lao Ke's horses don't have saddles and stirrups?" ”

As soon as he said this, I noticed that there were indeed no stirrups on the horses under the crotches of the two uncles, and as for the saddle, I don't know the layer of cushions laid on the horses.

To be honest, it was the first time I had seen such a strong horse in reality, and the first time I had seen a person riding a horse with my own eyes.

At this time, Mr. Sun said to us: "Lao Liu is a local, he is the same as the people here, Tianma." They did not saddle their horses because they were afraid that the saddle would wear out the horse's fur. When you come here, you have to learn to take care of the herdsmen's horses. For them, horses are a part of life. ”

I looked through the front lathe and watched Uncle Liu driving his horse running on the endless grass, and I felt as if he had become one with his horse, and every undulating movement, every bump, the man and the horse maintained a high degree of coordination.

After walking for a long time, I saw in the distance a long and narrow stream flowing out of the hills, spreading towards the place where the sky and the earth were connected, and near this stream there were many tents, and a team of herdsmen drove yaks and sheep whistling farther away.

Mr. Sun said to us, "This is Lao Liu's ethnic group, and when you meet the patriarch later, he will invite you to drink butter tea." This tea is not to be drunk casually, there are many etiquettes in it, although you are guests from afar, Lao Liu's people will not specifically ask you to abide by their etiquette, but out of respect, you still have to ......"

When it comes to the etiquette of drinking butter tea, Mr. Sun becomes a little gushing.

He said that Uncle Liu's ethnic group is a very old clan, but since they don't have a specific surname, generally speaking, people in the industry often refer to them as "that ethnic group" instead of "that clan".

The patriarch is the real master here, his name is Tsering Wangdui, he is a respected elder, and he, like my Uncle Liu, is also very hospitable, every time a guest comes, he has to receive it personally. When we met him, he, as the host, would take a porcelain cup and place it in front of us, and then he would add butter tea to it.

According to etiquette, we had better chat with the host first, and when the master stands in front of us with the butter teapot for the second time, we can get up the cup and blow the oil slick on the top of the cup with our mouth, and then we can take the first sip, praise it after drinking, put the teacup back on the table, and the host will help us fill the tea.

When drinking tea, it is not good to drink the whole cup of tea in one go, at least half of it should be left, the owner will take the initiative to fill the tea, if you don't want to drink it, don't touch it when the owner fills the tea bowl. Generally speaking, when you are a guest at the host's house, it is most auspicious to drink three bowls of butter tea, and when you leave, you can drink a few more sips of tea in a row, but you can't drink it dry.

In fact, when Uncle Liu said this, we didn't remember it at all, but after living here for a long time and seeing more guests, we gradually figured out the etiquette of drinking tea.

Uncle Liu came to the largest tent, got off the horse, and ran back to pick us up, his movements were very quick, and he kept smiling on his face, as if our arrival was a very happy thing for Uncle Liu.

When I got out of the car, Uncle Liu also patted me on the shoulder hard: "Good boy, it's getting stronger and stronger." ”

I smiled a little embarrassedly, and then Uncle Ke also came over, and he dismounted smoothly and said to us, "Let's start training again tomorrow, just come today, get used to the new environment, and taste the food here." ”

When he said that, I suddenly felt a little hungry.

Uncle Liu printed that we entered the largest tent, and there was an old man sitting at a table, looking through a book, the words on the book were all handwritten, and it looked like a ledger.

Uncle Liu strode up to the old man and said something in Tibetan that we didn't understand.

The old man's ears don't seem to be very bright, and when Uncle Liu talks to him, he has to use a very loud voice. It wasn't until Uncle Liu finished speaking that the old man picked up a glasses with thick lenses from the table, put them on the bridge of his nose, and looked up at us.

Then he left the table, leaned in front of me, looked at it carefully, and asked me in slightly accented Chinese, "Are you Mr. Chai's apprentice?" ”

I nodded respectfully.

The old man immediately showed a very bright smile on his face, and while he took my hand, he turned to Uncle Liu and said, "The guest is here, why don't you say something?" ”

Uncle Liu smiled a little embarrassedly: "It's all my own family, and I didn't treat them as guests, so I didn't say it." ”

"Alas, you've been out for a long time, and you're becoming less and less like us." The old man said jokingly: "Whether it is your own person or not, to us, we are all guests, and we have to go out to greet us." ”

The old man probably rarely meets Han people like us on weekdays, and he doesn't understand some of the Chinese he speaks, but after listening to the whole sentence, I can still understand what he means.

After saying these words to Uncle Liu, the old man invited us to sit down again, and asked Uncle Liu to get the cup for drinking tea.

When we drank tea, we had forgotten all the etiquette that Mr. Sun had said before, but fortunately, the patriarch didn't ask us anything, just let us be casual.

The patriarch said that he and my master are good friends, and he also knows that we people who are in the same line hate those red tape things on weekdays.

He said that when my master first came, he was still very young, and he didn't do things like me, and my master was more casual in everything, and for a while, the patriarch even thought that my master might be a very rude person. Later, he discovered that although my master was more willful and natural in his daily life, he knew more about their beliefs than they did, and at the same time, my master's respect for Tibetan Buddhism was completely from the heart.

In fact, although we do not belong to any one sect, we have some knowledge of most religions, and Master has also warned me that when studying the beliefs of others, we must be in awe.

There is another name for this kind of reverence, which is called inclusion.

What is Inclusion? My master's explanation for this word is "all-encompassing, all-inclusive."

When I wrote this book, I may have surpassed Master in terms of cultivation, but in many ways, there is still a big gap between me and Master, so much so that I still can't understand why Master interprets the simple word tolerance in such a way.

I've always thought that inclusion should be a word related to human nature.

While drinking butter tea, Uncle Liu asked me if I was hungry, and I wanted to be polite, but Liu Shangang was very excited and shouted in front of me: "Hungry!" ”

Later, Uncle Liu brought us a kind of fried noodles that the Tibetans called "zān" ba. Tsamba is the staple food of herders and is said to be one of the four treasures of the Tibetan people, with high nutritional value.

Its eating is also very interesting, before eating, with a small amount of butter tea and cheese, sugar stirred together, and then kneaded by hand before entering, at first Uncle Liu was worried that the tsamba is not my appetite, but I love its slightly loose taste, and a little bit of milky aroma.

The patriarch had a smile on his face when he saw that we were having a good meal, and he asked Uncle Liu to bring us qula (a kind of pasta made from the milk left over from boiling ghee) and some beef and mutton jerky, as well as some other food made from milk.

This meal was full of freshness, we listened to the patriarch describe the production process of those foods, while eating without moderation, eating and eating, and the dairy products, beef and mutton themselves are not easy to digest, the patriarch saw that we were uncomfortable, so he asked Uncle Liu to take us out for a spin first, digest and digest the food.