“┗｀o─┛�如!”

A sudden wolf howl suddenly calmed down Deji Village, which was brightly lit, and then the guard dogs in the village fell into a state of madness, and the turbulent barking sounds one after another.

The village chief Tashiteng, who was toasting Li Bai enthusiastically, stood up suddenly and did not notice that the barley wine in the porcelain bowl in his hand was spilling all over him.

"Wolf!"

The couple who were accompanying each other changed their faces at the same time.

"The wolf cub chased after the smell."

Among the few people here were hunters, and they immediately realized something from the wolf howl.

"I'm very sorry, Dr. Li Bai, stay in the house well. There is wine and meat here. Don't go out! Baima, Qianda, you can protect Dr. Li."

Taxi immediately made a decision.

People in the village can have something to do, but this distinguished guest who came from afar must not have something to do.

If there is a big deal, who will treat the injured?

Even if I was sent to the county town at night, who knew if I could stay on the road and stay on the bumpy road.

Therefore, no matter what, it is not as good as the doctor here with excellent medical skills.

No one is blind. During the day, this young doctor handled the whole process with quick hands and feet. Anyone could understand that this was definitely not comparable to that of the village doctor Zhang Wang.

"Yes! The leader!"

A young herder man and woman sitting at the dining table responded in unison.

Li Bai was slightly surprised.

Taxi, who has a carefree style and dark skin, is actually the leader of Deji Village.

In the socialist new China, the old chieftains have disappeared, and the old noun has a new explanation. This headman is no longer the slave owner of the past, but the leader.

"Dr. Li, take it slowly. We have something to do, so let's go first."

Without saying a word, Taxi put down the wine bowl, put on his half-new Tibetan robe, waved his hand, and led the others out of the room.

The wolves followed the smell of the herdsmen in Deji Village, obviously wanting to take revenge.

What a group of cunning wolves!

"Solang, call the police and said that Deji Village is surrounded by wolves and needs support, so you can bring more guns."

"Mima, let all the dogs in the village be released and check if there are any gaps. The elderly and children gather together and seal the window."

"Turn the lights and burn a few more yak dung piles. Don't put out the fire. Persist until dawn is a victory..."

Taxi's loud voice came from outside the door, and was orderly issuing orders, organizing herders to be on guard to prevent the wolves from waiting for an opportunity to enter.

Although there are no guns in the pastoral area, there are knives and long swords and short swords and sticks. Some herders still have bows and arrows at home. Riding and shooting is an old tradition. There are not many people who are good at it, but in the end, there are still some. Under the leadership of Tashi, they began patrols.

In late autumn [.] On the withered grassland, ferocious figures appeared.

Some herders gritted their teeth and kept roaring, but to no avail. They could only watch outside the fence, flocks of wolves slapped their yaks.

No matter how large herbivores are, they cannot be rivals to carnivores.

The yak, which has a warm temper on weekdays and occasionally has a little bit of a slut, has no power to fight back. It is quickly knocked down and surrounded by a pack of wolves, and is bitten fiercely.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the losses in Deji Village suddenly exceeded one million.

The number of wild wolves outside the fence quickly exceeded more than a hundred.

If there were only a dozen wolves, Deji Village would not be worried or afraid and could be driven away in minutes, but once the number exceeded 100, the situation would immediately become difficult.

The old hunter standing on the roof of the pickup truck shone a flashlight away for a while, shouting loudly at the location of the Tashi-headed man: "Tashi-headed man, it seems that this group of wolves has a leader."

"Light up the fire and shine these wolf cubs with a flashlight, and don't let them get close."

Tashi had no good way, so he could only use the method of expulsion. If he had a machine gun in his hand, he would definitely shoot at these evil wolves without hesitation.

If a wolf cub enters the village, he will not be allowed to eat people!

It’s all at this critical moment. Go to the national second-class protected animals in Dama and save people first.

The leader not only leads the whole village to become rich, but also takes the blame and takes responsibility. Most people really can't do it.

The home of the Tashitouren is also the brightest house in Deji Village. The large bungalow on only one floor is about 200 square meters.

There is some ground on the plateau, and it is easy to build a house if you want to build a house. The triangular sloped roof is covered with big red tiles, each piece is the size of a washbasin. There is also a layer of prefabricated cement board inside, which is heat-insulating and pressure-resistant. Below are two layers of cement walls made of large red bricks.

Several double-layer tempered vacuum glass windows are large and wide, and are insulated. Even if there is no anti-theft net, once the door is closed, the wild wolf will probably not think about it.

The floor inside the house is at least five meters high, so naturally a small attic is built. There is no wallpaper or wall paint on the wall, but it is covered with exquisite blankets with ethnic characteristics. The cabinet is filled with Bodhisattvas and the small flames of the butter lamps emit a burst of fragrance.

The oversized short couch replaces the sofa, where the owner and the guest can sit cross-legged on it, or lie down as they please. There is a large LCD TV in the corner, a set-top box, a router, and even a laptop. The traditional features and modern combinations are mixed and matched, and the ancient nomads will not mind new things entering their homes at all.

The man who was yelling outside was soon shouting, and the two young men, Baima and Qiuda, joined forces to close the doors and windows, and they couldn't hear it seriously.

The herdsman girl who turned around once again filled Li Bai with clear barley wine, while singing a melodious toast song. The young man played the huqin accompaniment.

This pair of herdsmen and men and women mixed doubles, and they swear to never get Li Bai, the distinguished guest, to be drunk.

"Baima, is the bow on the wall real?"

Li Bai held the wine bowl and looked at the decorations in the house. When Tashi and others were there, he didn't look at it much, for fear of seeing too much, so the other party waved his hand and said: Take it away!

National habits are different, which is really embarrassing! ~

"It's true! It took more than three years to make it with the horns of a thousand yaks..."

Speaking of the bow that the head of the Tashi man hung at home, the herdsman girl Baima was as waving as if she had been known to her. It was obvious that the bow that Li Bai looked at curiously has a great reputation in the village. It was not just a beautiful decoration, but a family heirloom of the treasure bow in ancient times.

Li Bai's vision is not bad. This bow without strings is a traditional recurve ox horn bow that can be hung on a wall covered with exquisite blankets, and its value is no less than a blanket that is used as a background.

The young man Qiongda took the initiative to pick the ox horn bow off the tapestries, and then he took down a box of carved feather arrows, bows and arrows as thick as pinkies and brass rings.

"This is an arrow, a good steel arrow, with real carved feathers on it. The copper ring has a history of more than 100 years. There is also this string. The horns used for the bow come from the same cow. They are mixed with silk and ponytails. They are both traditional craftsmanship. The master who made the bow said that the bow has at least 300 kilograms of strength. If it is well maintained, it can be passed on for a hundred years."

"Can anyone pull the strength of three hundred kilograms?"

Li Bai said while stroking the recurved ox horn bow. Although it was a handmade product, the bow was well-proportioned and polished very smoothly. It obviously took a lot of thought. No wonder it was regarded as a family heirloom and hanged at home to show off.

Qiongda and Baima looked at each other and said with a smile: "Haha, no one can pull it away? Not to mention three hundred pounds, no one can pull it away even if it is one hundred pounds. Now there are guns and cannons, who can use bows and arrows to be used as a toy."

The leader Taxi just wanted to have fun and hung it on the wall like this, as a bragging topic, purely because he had money but no place to spend it and was having fun.

Spending hundreds of thousands of yuan to make a bow in Tibet is nothing. Collecting funds to shape the gold body is a big deal. They are all real gold and gems. They use whatever is good and what is expensive. They wish they could fill the temple with RMB so that they could express their piety.

For herdsmen, temples are their own homes. What’s wrong with decorating the home better?

There has always been a temple in Tibetan area first and then a city. There must be a temple in the center of the city, so it seems that there is nothing wrong with saying that!

Li Bai picked up the carefully tangled bowstring and tried to ask, "Can you try your hand?"

"No problem, no problem, I can help you!"

The young man was so poor that he agreed without any trouble.

But I was thinking in my heart that after all, the power of 300 kilograms is placed here, so it is a big deal to whether this string can be hung. Even if it is hung, it may not be able to be opened.

"No, I'll do it alone."

Li Bai, who had been walking around in another world where cold weapons were rampant, was naturally a skilled worker who fiddled with bows and arrows. Even if he had never eaten pork, at least he had seen pigs running, and he could still do it.

The three hundred kilogram strong bow was placed in ancient times, that is, the three stone bow. This is what the veteran Huang Zhong of the Three Kingdoms used. He shot the human body at close range without any pressure, and could suppress the pistol from 50 meters away.

Just sit cross-legged and gently stumble.

Bang! ~

The bow strings flicked, and the two ends of the recurved ox horn bow were hung lightly. The bow body made a squeaking sound, and finally calmed down.

"alright!"

Li Bai pulled the bowstring and hung it very steadily. In order to cherish the bow, he pulled the bow little by little, nodded and said, "It should be more than 300 kilograms, but it should be 350 kilograms."

After hanging the string, the actual power of this rewinding ox horn bow is even greater than what the master of the bow making predictions have been expected.

After all, the master has no ability to pull this bow apart. If you evaluate it based on experience alone, there will naturally be deviations.

Qiuda was stunned, is he going to be on the verge?

What about the three hundred kilogram bow?

After entering the full bow state, the Niujiao bow made a subtle sound, as if it contained terrible power, which made Qiongda and Baima involuntarily take a half step back and look at Li Bai in surprise.

"Get two arrows and let's try it."

Li Bai probably had too much steamed by barley wine, and he was fiddling with this strong bow with great interest.

It's a man, how can you not ejaculate?

The six arts of gentleman, good shooting is necessary!-
Chapter completed!