Ngawang was an ordinary Yedi man, and he did the same thing every day. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

When he got up early in the morning and fed the calves in the pen, he went to the house of the elder Pugong to help. Pugong was the richest elder of his generation, and his family was full of gold, and when the sheep were gathered together, they were bigger and whiter than the clouds floating in the sky, not to mention the women of the family, who were the most watery in the world.

Every time he thinks of the woman in the twenty-seventh room of Pukun Sinna, Ngawang feels hot on his body. The woman was once the most beautiful flower in the whole Yangjin Mountain, and when she was still an adult, she was called a gift from the gods to the Yangjin tribe, a gift from heaven, and when she became an adult, her tent was full of the hearts sent by brave hunters everywhere: the fur of a black fox, the curved horns of a yak, and even the giant palm of an ice bear.

The girl smiled and refused, leaving one of the most illustrious hunters of the tribe sad. Everyone was speculating about which young man the flowers were intended to be given, and some people had speculated that it might be the eldest son of the patriarch, the legendary Changji who dared to fight bears alone, but no one expected that the flowers were really inserted in the cow dung, and Elder Pugong, who was old enough to be the girl's grandfather, turned over and became a groom again.

Ngawang didn't feel sorry for it. He never expected that he would have anything to do with the flowers, and he didn't even dare to expect her to look at him squarely, but Elder Topgon's blessing that he was finally able to look at the flowers a few more times when he was helping, and when the flowers were in a good mood, they would casually say hello to him, or smile at him, as a reward for his hard work.

In Ngawang's eyes, flowers are flowers all his life, and before the group of strangers appeared from the cave at the foot of Yangjin Mountain, he never thought that flowers would be beautiful and ugly.

Yangjin Mountain is the name of Qiongdan Mountain by the Yedi people, because every morning when the sun rises, the light of the sunrise is reflected, and the snow summit on the top of the mountain emits a golden light. Early in the morning, the golden Yang Jin Mountain was no different from the previous days, and Ngawang went to feed the calves as usual, then cleaned the courtyard, and then walked to the house of the Elder Pugong with a scimitar for chopping wood.

Because the cow in the family had given birth to another calf last night, it was much more troublesome than usual to take care of the calf, so he went to the old house of the elder of Pugong a little later than before. Still, he wasn't alarmed.

Elder Pugong is a highly respected person, and he has always been kind to his subordinates and long-term workers, except that he has married a ridiculously large number of girls, so that a considerable number of men in the Yangjin tribe have maintained the state of bachelors, but he does support a large group of people, so the people of the tribe are not dissatisfied with him.

Ngawang tiptoed to the elder's house, thinking that there was one more calf, and the cow's milk had increased, and now the mother's illness was settled. The calf is also a cow, but unfortunately the family can't afford to raise it, and after ten days, to see if it can live well, then find a small family and sell it, and the money obtained plus the money saved before, maybe you can ask for a daughter-in-law who looks good. I heard that there was a new family of people fleeing the famine ten miles ago, and the woman in the family was quite good-looking, and while Elder Pugong was still enjoying the flowers and had no time to take care of them, he had to hurry up and rush to the others to propose marriage.

He thought so, muttering, not beware of going further and further, almost to the edge of the cliff. At this moment, the sound of women's laughter from under the cliff suddenly woke him up.

He had never heard such a beautiful voice, and although he couldn't understand it, he knew that the other party had no malicious intent.

His life as a farmer had sharpened his courage almost to the size of a needle, and he shrank behind a rock, and then dared to look down the cliff.

At the opening of Yangjin Mountain, a canoe jumped out. The people on the wooden boat were like immortals, clothed and fed, which they had never seen and heard of.

As an older unmarried young man, Ngawang was most concerned about the two women on the wooden boat.

One of the women was slim, but she was held tightly in the arms of a handsome man, and it was obvious that she had a master. Looking at the woman's hands, which were as white as goat's milk exposed outside the sleeves, Ngawang swallowed a mouthful of spit and cursed secretly, thinking that if this woman called Elder Pugong to see, she would definitely be dragged home to be the twenty-eighth room. And as for himself...... If there is such a woman with him, even if he is told to do nothing, just holding that white and tender little hand every day, thinking that there is a woman made of goat's milk lying next to him, I am afraid that he will wake up laughing every night.

"No wonder the man was so rare about her. If I get this daughter-in-law, I won't let it go until I die...... No, no, no, you still have to leave when you work. Then make a box at home and hide her. Not really...... Could such a tender woman suddenly turn into milk again?" Ngawang was full of thoughts, and at this time, he finally turned his gaze away from Wanrou and fixed on Liji's body.

Ngawang's mind "boomed", and then he picked up the stone with his mouth half open, until the stone dripping with saliva was wet, and then he suddenly came back to his senses—the canoe had already gone far, bypassed the col, and could not be seen.

"This is a woman. This was the first thought that crossed Ngawangmu's stunned mind. The woman smiled skillfully, although she was very young, but if she grew up, she would definitely become the most beautiful flower on Yangjin Mountain.

She was like a bright red rhododendron, and against her backdrop, all the flowers of the past had turned into dog's tail grass, and disappeared without a trace in Ngawang's mind. The face of the flowers was like bricks compared to the girl's, and the body of the flowers was as heavy as a bear preparing to hibernate in late autumn, with its nests and bulging everywhere.

Ngawang looked blankly at the direction where the canoe disappeared for a while, and drooled for a while, and then suddenly it was as if he had been pricked by a needle, and the whole person was so shocked that he didn't even remember to go to the old man of Pugong, so he chased after the wooden boat.

He was sure that many people had already seen the wooden boat at the foot of the mountain, and he didn't know how many men had taken a fancy to the girl on the boat. He must be at the forefront, there is so much money at home, and he will take out all the money that people want. The calf didn't have time to sell, so if it didn't work, I just gave the cow to them. No matter what, he had to marry that girl as his daughter-in-law, and he had to watch her every day, and he couldn't go out to work.

However, this idea was rejected by him in a blink of an eye. It is impossible not to work in any case, otherwise the two of them will have to starve to death. Marrying a daughter-in-law is not to let her die for herself. He can learn from the women of the tribe, make a package and carry it on his back, and tie the girl to his body like a child, and no one can snatch it.

Yes, exactly.

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