When the other Tibetans in the village heard that Dolma's family had come to visit, they also came with gifts. Of course, most of these gifts are mainly based on food such as tsamba, ghee, and home-brewed barley wine.

Although the Tibetans here are very enthusiastic, Lao Liu and the others feel a little uncomfortable.

Why? It's very simple, because Lao Liu and the others can't understand the words of these Tibetan compatriots.

In this small village, except for a few young people, almost no one over the age of 40 speaks Mandarin.

Thanks to the promotion of television, these older Tibetans can understand Mandarin, but they have not received a Mandarin education, so they cannot speak Mandarin, and can only say simple words such as "hello" and "thank you".

To put it mildly, if it weren't for Dolma and a few other young people who could speak Mandarin as interpreters, Lao Liu and their conversations with these enthusiastic Tibetan compatriots, it would basically be equivalent to a chicken talking to a duck......

After talking for a while, Zhuoma seemed to see that Lao Liu and their discomfort were coming, so he took the initiative to invite them to walk around the village.

And Dolma's parents and brother will also take this opportunity to prepare meals.

When he went out, Lao Liu saw that these Tibetan compatriots were all looking around the white lion.

For the snow mastiff, any Tibetan will like and respect it, just as the Tibetan compatriot is to the white yak.

In the eyes of Tibetan compatriots, whether it is a white yak or a snow mastiff, it is a gift from the Buddha and a masterpiece of God. Even Dolma's relatives folded their hands and chanted words in their mouths when they saw the white lion.

Seeing that his father was out of the door, the white lion farts ran over, and even Solang and Norbu, who were raised by Zhuoma, also ran over, and more than a dozen Tibetan compatriots were amazed.

They knew very well that Solang and Norbu had never shown such closeness to outsiders, but the scene in front of them subverted their previous perceptions.

"Huh......" Uncle Molong sighed, "These Tibetans are really enthusiastic, and I can't stand the enthusiasm." ”

Tian Peng nodded and said, "Yes, the Tibetan compatriots here are so enthusiastic, they just can't understand what they say......"

The big dog suddenly pointed to the outer wall of Dolma's house and asked in surprise, "What are these things on the wall? ”

Zhuoma said on the side: "Brother Chen Peng, these things pasted on the wall of my house are Jiuwa. Well, in Mandarin, it's cow dung. Zhuoma said, pointing to the courtyard wall and the low wall outside the courtyard wall, which is more than half a person high, as well as the cattle and sheep pen, "See, my courtyard wall and those low walls and cattle and sheep pens are all made of long tiles." ”

Hearing Dolma say this, the big dog's face changed, and he stammered a little and asked, "Sister Dolma, you said that these things are cow dung?"

"yes, what's wrong?"

"Oh...... It's nothing, I just want to ask, isn't this cow dung dirty......" Before the big dog finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lao Liu's slap on the cheek.

"Big dog, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand!" Lao Liu warned in a low voice.

Sister Zhuoma smiled and said, "Brother Liu, it's okay. Brother Chen Peng is coming to the plateau for the first time, and he doesn't know the important position of Jiuwa in our place, so I won't mind. ”

Only then did the big dog realize that he might have said the wrong thing just now, so he scratched the back of his head and said to Zhuoma with a smile: "Sister Zhuoma, can you tell me about this?"

"Yes. Brother Chen Peng, in our plateau, especially in the pastoral areas, Jiuwa is a very valuable asset, and it is a very important thing for us herdsmen. However, in the minds of many people in your interior, cow dung is probably not a good thing, it is black and dirty, and its image is ugly, and it is difficult to get into the hall of elegance. It's like in your customs, if a beautiful and intelligent woman marries an ugly and stupid man, you will describe it as 'a flower in cow dung,' right?"

The big dog nodded with a smile and said, "That's right." If you look at me, you know what they often say 'cow dung' looks like......"

Several people, including Dolma's sister, laughed happily.

After laughing, Sister Zhuoma said very seriously: "Jiuwa in our pastoral area is not like your mainland, here, Jiuwa's status is very, very high. In the past, we herders did not have a settled place like we do now, we were all nomadic herders, living in search of water and grass. So whether it's a winter pasture or a summer pasture, yaks will leave a lot of jiuwa behind. A small part of these tiles will be picked up by our herders to use as fuel, while most of the jiuwa scattered in the field will seep into the soil after being washed by rain, making the soil fertile and the pasture abundant, so that the cattle and sheep can eat fresh and tender grass and grow fat and strong. ”

"Now that the conditions are better and most of us herders have settled, we are pouring the burned ash into the toilets and the manure pits, which are the favorite organic fertilizers of the barley. With these organic fertilizers, there will be a good harvest of barley. ”

"Also, from Nikko Castle to the north and west, there will be very few trees. Like us here in Blackwater, there is not even a single tree. And we don't produce coal here, and we don't have trees to burn, so we have to use jiuwa as fuel. We don't have dirty water here, and all the water in the pastoral area is unpolluted. And the yak without upper teeth never drinks dirty water and does not eat dirty grass, so the yak's jiuwa is very clean and has no smell. ”

The big dog interrupted Dolma's words curiously, "Sister Dolma, you said that the yak has no upper teeth, what does the yak use to eat grass?"

Sister Zhuoma smiled and said: "Yaks do not have upper teeth, and yaks use their lower teeth and tongue to eat grass. I'll find a yak for you to see in a moment. ”

Mo Long and Tian Peng glanced at each other, and Mo Long said: "This is really a long experience, I didn't know that yaks didn't have upper teeth when I lived so long." ”

Sister Zhuoma smiled and continued: "The ignition point of our plateau yak is very low, even in a plateau pastoral area like ours where there is a cold and oxygen-deficient plateau, a newspaper can ignite a bunch of jiuwa. In addition, most of the Jiuwa are made of clean grass, and there is no smell or smoke when burned, but also a faint fragrance. Well, you'll be able to smell that when you eat later. It's definitely not as dirty and smelly as you might think. ”

"In our place, we rely on Jiuwa to cook butter tea, boil milk tea, make pancakes, make tsamba, fry barley noodles, stew meat, keep warm, and so on. So, in our pastoral area, the juwa is the essential thing. When our women here are fine, they go to the pastoral area to collect the kuwa, and then make the kuwa cakes, build up the city wall, and use it as fuel when the fire is used, and the burned kuwa is fertilizer. ”

"There is a saying that has spread widely in our plateau, 'Grandma Tang Jiuwala sits on Zhuomen', which translates into Mandarin to mean 'the son does not dislike the mother ugly, and the person does not dislike the cow dung dirty', and there is a saying that says, a piece of yak dung, a golden mushroom!

After Dolma finished speaking, she softly hummed a song in Mandarin: "Jiuwa, Jiuwa, precious Jiuwa, you are more precious than gold; ”

The singing is not loud, but it is extremely beautiful.

After singing it, Dolma smiled and said, "This is the "Jiuwa Song" sung by the women in our pastoral area when they are making Jiuwa cakes, is it good?"