Chapter 222: A Strange Style

"Wow, that's so good!"

Tie Qiongqiong looked at everything on the table, her eyes widened with curiosity, and she exclaimed continuously. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"Ducheng, this is the first time you have come to our prairie, and you are very unfamiliar with our Tibetan eating habits, let me introduce it to you. ā€

Basang Zhuoma stood up from his seat, holding a long chopstick in his hand, and introduced them in turn: this is tsampa, this is yogurt, cheese, that is milk lumps, cheese, and butter tea, milk tea, this plate is beef, and that pot is mutton......"

Then he pointed to the corner and said in a louder voice: "Those treasures are the barley wine that our Tibetan people, men, women and children like to drink." Highland barley wine is made from the clear water we have here, and the alcohol has a very low degree, only 15-20 degrees, which is a must-have drink for our Tibetan people's festive festivals.

"Drinks? Do they drink wine as a drink?" Tie Qiongqiong frowned and asked Yu Ducheng with a confused expression, "So, are they never drunk?"

"If that's the case, it's a good thing Cai Nian didn't come. Liu Gaoxiao didn't answer yet, so he muttered to himself.

"It's wine, and you're going to get drunk. If you drink too much beer, you will get drunk, not to mention, the barley wine is 15-20 degrees," Yu Ducheng explained slowly, and then pretended to be disdainful and said, "It's only 15-20 degrees!"

"Oh! It turns out that the Tibetan villagers call wine differently. When we talk about drinks, they can talk about drinks as well. Right?" Tie Qiongqiong suddenly woke up, as if she had suddenly made a big discovery, and she was overjoyed.

Liu Gaoxiao was not serious at all, and said: "Yes, yes, you will drink more drinks later." ā€

"You're bad, bad, bad, bad!" Tie Qiongqiong grinned and twisted a few handfuls around his waist.

Everyone enjoyed a variety of fruits and delicacies in the yurt.

Suddenly, the sound of drums and agitated music came in.

"Let's go, the tap dance to welcome our distinguished guests has begun, check it out. ā€

Gesang Dunzhu pulled Yu Ducheng by the hand, raised his hand, and motioned for everyone to stand up. "Tap-dancing on our savannah is definitely more flavorful than watching a show in an indoor theater. ā€

When everyone walked out of the yurt, they saw that the makeshift stage 100 meters away had already become a sea of joy.

On the stage, dozens of young men and women stood in a row, holding hands, accompanied by the six-stringed harp, huqin, recorder, string bells, genka, dulcimer, etc., with neat movements and distinct rhythms, they were dancing a lively and unrestrained tap dance.

Yu Ducheng and nearly 1,000 people in the village stood under the stage and enjoyed the tap dance performance. Tie Qiongqiong watched very attentively, but she would not forget to stuff a small ball of tsamba into her mouth from time to time before she walked out of the yurt.

Because the show is really exciting, several times she opened her mouth, but she stuffed the tsamba on her nostrils, and had to wipe her lips and around her nostrils with paper in a panic.

She always thought that she was moving fast, and no one noticed this embarrassing move, and when she secretly looked back, she saw two little children sucking their fingers in their mouths, sneering at her.

Obviously, they found out about her embarrassing scene just now, and Tie Qiongqiong was in a hurry, took out two exquisite keychains from her pocket and handed them to them.

They took it, curiously with a large number of beautiful little gifts, and immediately forgot all about what had just happened.

"It's finally a successful buy!" Tie Qiongqiong snickered in her heart, "They shouldn't spread this matter, my image has finally been saved." ā€

The tap dance was followed by two hours of singing, sketches, acrobatics, magic tricks and instrumental performances, each of which became more exciting, climaxing wave after wave, and immersing the whole village in a sea of festive festivities and joy.

On this day, every watchhouse in the temple and the village is covered with red and hung colors, and then look at the piles of Mani that can be seen everywhere, like a high tower, it is a forest of warp poles, and the warp stones are piled up, and the seven-colored wind horse flag printed with the scriptures and the banner cloth painted with the Buddha statue are also hunting and dancing in this cheerful song.

After all the performances, there was still an hour before dinner.

Because Basang Zhuoma has the advantage of Chinese and was born locally, it is natural that he became their guide to Yu Ducheng.

She said something in Tibetan to a few young men and women, and in a few moments they brought in the horses they had ridden.

"Go up, they're all very well-behaved, follow me to the left and right, you just have to pull the reins, they won't go wild, don't worry. ā€

With the encouragement of Basang Zhuoma, Yu Ducheng, Liu Gaoxiao, and Tie Qiongqiong each got on the horse.

Basang Dolma himself rode a group of maroon horses, came to the middle of them, and then "booed" and rode forward.

Yu Ducheng became a few of their horses, and they obediently followed it, not daring to leave its left and right without permission.

"It must be the King of Horses!" Tie Qiongqiong thought to herself, glancing in admiration at Basang Zhuoma's mount. "I didn't expect that the king of horses could hold so many horses, it's really not simple. ā€

Basang Zhuoma rode the tall jujube red steed, led Yu Ducheng and them, and walked along the Maduo River, to the most dense grass and the flattest place in the prairie.

"Sister Basang, why does Brother Gesang's family hold a Holy Spirit bath?" On the way, Tie Qiongqiong finally found a suitable opportunity, raised the question that had been held in her heart, and asked Basang Zhuoma: "What is the special significance of holding a holy spirit bath?"

"Thirty-three years ago yesterday, Kelsang Tondrup came down on the land in the yurt where he now lives. According to the rules of our ancestors in our village, to be eligible to receive the Holy Spirit bath, he must live with his parents in the land where he was born for three days and three nights, indicating that he will never forget the land that welcomed him into the world, and that he will always be grateful to his hometown, his mother, and his relatives. ā€

Pasang Zhuoma also said that now, Kelsang Tondrup is the most accomplished, most contributing, and most respected person in the village, and every old man in the village, as well as the Living Buddha Tenzin and Daden Lama of Maro Monastery, believe that Kelsang Tondrup will fly higher and higher in the future, just like the eagle on the grassland.

Yu Ducheng and the others also learned from Basang Zhuoma that she and Tsering Bian Zhen grew up in this village since childhood, and the two spent an unforgettable childhood here, and then went to the township together to finish primary and secondary school, and became a pair of inseparable sisters.

When he was in middle school, Tashi Tsering bought a piece of land and built a building in Shangri-La, near the county seat, and his cattle and sheep moved with him to the nearby grasslands with abundant water and grass.

When Basang Zhuoma and Tsering Bian Zhen were in high school together in the county seat, they lived in this home of Tashi Tsering, and Basang Zhuoma and Tsering Bian Zhen really became a pair of best friends worthy of the name.

After that, the two took the college entrance examination at the same time, Tsering Bian Zhen was admitted to Yunnan University of Finance and Economics, and Basang Zhuoma, who was outgoing and naturally active, was admitted to the School of Physical Education of Yunnan Normal University. (To be continued.) )