Then, Glelanger took Lin Feng and his family into the account room.

This is a Tibetan tent similar to Obao, woven from yak hair, which can resist heavy rains, wind and snow, and high cold climates on the plateau.

There are about four or five such accounting rooms on the grassland.

They were all surrounded by turf or stones, and there were almost hundreds of sheep in it.

On the top of the tent, there are patterns such as exquisitely crafted auspicious eight treasures, five blessings to support longevity, white clouds and lions, and six paths of reincarnation. They are very exquisite and luxurious, and they are obvious at first glance.

The space inside the tent is very large, and it can accommodate at least hundreds of people. Looking around, it is noisy and many people are busy.

Taxi introduced Lin Feng to his tribe members, and the herdsmen were hospitality and greeted Lin Feng and took photos.

Many herders were curious about Lin Feng's drone. They had never seen such high-tech things before. Lin Feng let the drone fly around the air.

These people have been grazing all year round and have a relatively backward vision. They have never seen such high-tech, which makes everyone stunned.

In a blink of an eye, after noon, the food was ready.

It was indeed a Tibetan festival. The table was filled with various roasted and marinated beef and mutton, butter tea, tsampa and yogurt, and a food similar to sausage, with a dark red color.

Taxi explained to Lin Feng that this is a blood sausage, which is specially used to entertain VIPs.

Looking at the large table full of delicious food, Lin Feng couldn't help swallowing.

When Tibetans eat, they will worship Buddha first. Lin Feng does not have this kind of belief, but he follows the local customs and pretends to recite 8 six-character mantras.

The sound of Zen comes out of the tent and echoes on the empty grassland, making people's hearts calm quickly.

The audience in the live broadcast room was also infected and launched barrage.

"So devout, why do we Han people have no such faith?"

"We have Confucian beliefs, but few people now value it."

"There is no Huaxia after Yashan, and there is no China after the fall of the Ming Dynasty. This is not a casual talk."

After reciting the scriptures, everyone chatted for a few more words. Glelanger raised a large cup of barley wine, spoke a lot of Tibetan language, and then drank it all in one go.

Lin Feng didn't understand a single sentence anyway, but fortunately, Taxi translated it for him.

"My father said that today is a festival, the happiest day of the year for us Tibetans. He also said, welcome friends from afar, you have returned alone from the Grand Canyon, a child blessed by God, a warrior and hero of Tibet!"

Lin Feng was surprised and happy when he heard this. The hat was so big that he could not bear it. So he raised his glass: "Dear uncles, I have disturbed your holy lake. I feel deeply guilty. If you can come out of the Valley of Death, luck will account for most of the warriors and heroes."

After saying that, Lin Feng drank it all in one go.

Glelanger praised Lin Feng a few more words, and everyone around him looked at him with kindness.

Lin Feng felt a little embarrassed when he saw it. He just hoped to start moving as soon as possible. The temptation of lamb legs on the dining table was too great!

"I never left that lamb leg when I looked at Mr. Feng!"

"It looks delicious!"

"This table of things is probably not enough for Mr. Feng to eat alone!"

"Master Feng's small universe is about to explode, one mouthful of Wang Sicong!"

“66666 upstairs!”

"Principal: You're dead, do you believe it?"

...

After a while of politeness, the meal finally started.

Lin Feng looked at the barrage. All of these people were complaining about themselves, but he was used to it. How could anyone not complain about the anchor?

An anchor who has never been criticized is definitely not a good anchor.

Lin Feng tore off a piece of lamb leg meat and placed it in front of the drone's camera, and smiled: "Dear viewers, look, this lamb is still steaming? Wow, it smells so good..."

As he said that, he stuffed a large piece of lamb leg meat into his mouth and chewed it in big mouths. The butter in the meat flowed down the corners of his mouth.

Then, he took a big sip of steaming butter tea, which was salty, fragrant and smooth in his mouth, which was so delicious!

"Brothers, this mutton is roasted just right, neither old nor tender, very fragrant, and the butter tea tastes just right, it's perfect match!"

While eating, Lin Feng introduced that this made the audience in the live broadcast room so greedy, and Mr. Feng started to poison again!

"Remove the clearance, get the clearance!"

"Brothers, get rid of the gates and go!"

“+1.”

"Why does an outdoor anchor always play poison in the live broadcast room? Is it the distortion of human nature or the degradation of morality..."

"I drooled onto the keyboard, I want to eat mutton skewers!"

"Master Feng, I'll exchange it for you with spicy strips, two packs!"

"A raincoat and rain will give the anchor a rocket! - Good food and drink, Master Feng, when you come back, I will invite you to drink!"

"Old Zhao next door gave the anchor a plane! - Drinking, is Brother Yanyu coming to Xijing? Take me one."

During the meal, the herdsmen took turns to toasting Lin Feng. Glelanger was also very interested in Lin Feng's profession and admired his courage.

The story of Zhaxi drinking Lin Feng’s snow leopard was told with pissing, and everyone was shocked and almost gave Lin Feng a gift!

After dinner, Tashi said that he could ride a horse and send them to the small town of Mucuo, where there were cars and he could go to Golmud.

Glelangjie led two good horses to Taxi and Lin Feng, and gave a few instructions to let Lin Feng come back and have time to take a look.

Finally, Glelangjie and other herdsmen presented a white Hada to Lin Feng and hung Lin Feng's neck full.

In this way, after saying goodbye to the herdsmen, Lin Feng followed Zhaxi and rode his pony all the way to the group of Mucuo.

Horses in Tibetan areas are all small ponies. Although they are small, they are very fierce and have a very fast pace. Tea dealers in Shuinan Province used their own tea to exchange horses for Tibetans, leaving behind the eternal legend of the ancient tea-horse road.

Farewell to Taxi, Lin Feng said to the drone camera: "Friends, these days in Death Valley, I encountered wind, snow, thunderstorms, wild beasts, and then sucked into the dark river. I taught everyone how to avoid temperature loss on the plateau, how to avoid lightning, and how to escape from the plateau swamp. Although it is a bit dangerous, it is all worth it. I once again returned to a civilized society..."

"I haven't experienced that feeling myself. I think it's hard for you to understand. When facing nature, human beings are really insignificant. I hope that through my live broadcast, everyone can have more awe of the laws of nature."

"Okay, I don't talk much nonsense, it's time to say goodbye again. The separation is for a better reunion. Brothers, my name is Lin Feng, and I am an outdoor anchor. See you next time!"

After saying that, Lin Feng turned off the drone.

When we arrived in the town, Lin Feng bought a ticket to Golmud. As soon as he got on the bus, the system prompt sounded one after another!
Chapter completed!