"No, no. Dorjee find a place to stay! I can't take it anymore! "The strong altitude sickness made me tired to death every time I took a breath, and my head was also in pain.

This western Tibetan plateau really lives up to its name, but fortunately, Dorjee has been accustomed to the low-oxygen living environment many years ago, and he is seen sitting with a red face and all kinds of things.

Senior Sister Gege was fine, only a slight headache, and the most serious thing was that I had come up lying in the back of the car since I entered the altitude of 3,000 meters. After surviving most of the day, I finally couldn't hold it anymore.

However, this Tibetan area is barren and inhabited, and it will be really difficult to see a village for a while.

After driving rapidly for another three hours, I finally saw a village in the distance. Looking at my watch, it's almost four o'clock in the afternoon.

It wasn't until I drove close that I saw that this was a small Tibetan village, probably less than 100 households. Walking around the village, I found that most of the Tibetan men were wearing long robes without collars and with open right plackets, with no buttons and sleeves with more than 10 centimeters of hair. Tibetan women also wear robes, but trimmed at the collar, cuffs, and hem. The waist is surrounded by a colorful apron called a "bangdan". The chest is equipped with accessories such as coral.

After a while, an old man came to talk to us, and Dorjee hurriedly greeted us. They talked in Tibetan, and I couldn't understand a word. Besides, now that my whole head is about to explode, how can I still think about what they are talking about?

They talked enthusiastically, and the old man seemed very happy, and he didn't know what Dorjee had slapped him on.

He welcomed us to his small bungalow, and later I learned that where is Dorjee's sycophancy, Tibetan compatriots are very hospitable, after hearing Dorjee's introduction, he said that he would be happy to receive our guests from afar.

After sitting down at the tea shop, a girl with a teapot came from the back room, and after pouring a bowl of butter tea for each of us, the old master picked up the tea bowls one by one and handed them to us, and I quickly reached out and took the tea. Although the customs and cultures are different, the heart of politeness and hospitality has not changed.

During this period, Dorjee acted as the old man's translator, probably asking for ordinary personal information.

After some exchanges, I learned that the old man is 56 years old this year and has children and a boy, the eldest daughter has married far away, and the younger girl is the girl who poured tea just now. The eldest son has already started a family and is herding cattle in the pastoral area.

When it was time for dinner, I barely bothered myself to eat some beef. Because the old man's son is a herdsman, the meals are mostly beef and mutton.

After a hurried dinner, I went to bed, because the altitude sickness was so damn intense that it was comparable to a burning knife in the fifties.

I am a relatively polite native of the Central Plains, and I am not happy to see other Tibetan compatriots greet us warmly. So I endured my headache and went with Dorjee, ready to drive to the town to buy some gifts or daily necessities for the old man.

After all, it will be disturbed for several days, and if you eat and live for nothing, you will still be able to feel sorry.

After learning that we were going to town, the old man's little daughter also wanted to go with us, perhaps because she had not ridden much in the car, and Mai Duo (the name of the old man's little daughter) seemed very reserved. When it was bumpy, she clung to the seat tightly, for fear of being bumped.

During this period, the two had been talking in Tibetan, talking and laughing. Completely left me aside, the end of summer in Tibet was still very cool, with the glass open, and the wind outside the car was blowing. I wrapped my coat tightly and curled myself up in a corner. Anyway, I don't understand what they say, so I might as well get some sleep!

After an hour of confusion, the car was still driving on the vast land, and occasionally I could see a few shepherds' tents, and cattle and sheep grazing with their heads bowed.

At this time, a middle-aged man riding a black horse in front of him whistled at Dorjee, and Dorjee also waved to him with great interest. Looking at this posture, I don't know if I thought Dorjee had seen his old watch.

The man wore a felt hat and rode a black horse side by side with the car, and through the car glass, Dorjee and he talked enthusiastically.

"Young Master, he invited us to his house as guests!" Dorjee said to me excitedly.

That's it! It's not easy for Dorjee to come back once, since he went to the United States with me, the number of times Dorjee has come back can be counted with a slap, and since he is back this time, let him go.

After following the black steed around the land for a few minutes, several black zero-hour tents came into view.

The man kept urging the horse forward, and slowly overtook our broken van. Hey! I'll go, it's too violent.

When we arrived at his tent, young and old were lined up with Hardy in their hands, waiting for us!

The hostess lifted the white Hardy, a symbol of pure friendship, to the top of her head, then stretched it out and handed it to me, and I quickly took it with both hands and tied it around my neck.

As soon as we sat down here, butter tea was brought up.

The Tibetan people are some of the most hospitable I have ever met.

Here, they continued to chat in Tibetan with great interest.

After some observation, it was found that this was the tent of two brothers, the eldest brother had two sons and no daughters, and the younger brother had one son and one daughter, plus the parents of the brothers. It's a big family.

Dorjee acted as our interpreter, and I also chatted with my Tibetan brothers. As I chatted about my eldest brother and his father leaving the tent and going outside, I wondered for a while, how could I just leave.

While I was sighing, they turned back and pulled me out along the way.

When I came out, I saw a fat sheep being grabbed by the horns by one of the two mistresses, and the sheep was docile, and fell on its knees, waiting for us to slaughter it.

When I rolled up my sleeves and wanted to go up to help, my eldest brother pulled me and signaled that I didn't need to help, just let me see.

The process of killing the sheep is nothing, but when the old man skins the sheep, it is a little interesting, and I see that the short knife in the old man's hand seems to be swimming, and it is very smooth. In a few moments, a whole sheepskin had been stripped off.

The younger brother and daughter-in-law were busy cleaning up the haggis, while the eldest sister-in-law tied the whole sheep to the rack with the children.

This is the rhythm of eating roasted whole sheep!

Before I could read any more, the eldest brother and the second brother pulled me into the house to sit down, drink tea and chat.

The smell of roast sheep is constantly coming from outside, and this kind of local roast sheep can really not find any other place except for the herdsmen.

When the meal was served, a whole roasted golden whole sheep, exuding a rich aroma of meat, wafted in the tent. Several children were waiting for the move, looking at the red little face, I was afraid that it would be more ruddy because of the delicious food in front of them.

didn't wait for the food to start, the eldest brother brought several jars of barley wine. Dorjee was completely like his own home, reached out to take the wine jar, tore open the paper envelope and poured himself a bowl slowly.

I took a sip, and it was really fragrant. It is said that the water of this barley wine comes from the snowy ice spring, and the taste is really cool.

Seeing that the collector brother is so enthusiastic, my altitude sickness is also seven or eight percent.

Now that the body has adapted, where do you dare to hide from alcohol? Bowl after bowl poured down, eating roast whole sheep, tasting all kinds of dairy products, and air-dried beef jerky, an authentic Tibetan feast, in the laughter of everyone, although the 56 famous ethnic groups of Great China, at this moment of laughter and laughter also slowly melted into a family.

After resisting the toasts of the second brother and the old man, I was drunk for seven or eight minutes, and then the sister-in-law and sister-in-law began to show the amount of wine, and began to toast me one after another.

This Tibetan daughter-in-law is more than one by one, and she was not poured down by men, but she was defeated by her sisters-in-law.

As a result, the memory began to fragment again since the toast of the eldest sister-in-law and the second sister-in-law.