Compared to the rich dishes, Lao Liu prefers the barley wine brewed by Zhuoma's family.

This kind of barley wine brewed by Zang Pi’s own home is different from the bottled barley wine on the market. Most of the bottled barley wine sold on the market is distilled, while the barley wine brewed by Zang Pi’s own home is usually not distilled

This home-brewed barley wine has an orange-yellow color, and the taste is also a bit sweet and sour. It has a low alcohol content and is limited in the higher than beer. It tastes very comfortable.

In fact, Lao Liu was a little uncomfortable with the barley wine sold on the market, even if it was a bottle of high-end barley wine from Tianyoude and Muzhu brands that cost hundreds of dollars. He always felt that the wine had a strange smell.

In contrast, Lao Liu prefers to drink this homemade barley wine.

Zhuoma couldn't sit with Lao Liu and the others during the meal. The men accompanied Lao Liu and the others, including Zhuoma's two brothers.

"These wines are brewed by my family." Brother Zhuoma's Mandarin is worse than that of Zhaxidava. He must speak slowly to Lao Liu to understand.

"Brother, how is this wine brewed? Can you tell me?" asked the big dog on the side. Although Zhuoma's parents were less than fifty years old, they got married early and had children early. Zhuoma's elder brother was even one year older than Tian Peng, so Lao Liu and the other three followed Zhuoma and called him brother directly.

This makes you look closer.

"Actually, it's nothing. Just choose some granules of full grains to wash them, put them in the pot and add water to boil them. When they are cooked until they are 80% mature, take them out and hang them for about half an hour, then spread them on a clean cloth to spread the wine koji, stir evenly then put them in the pot for fermentation, wrap them with a quilt outside to keep warm. It takes about three days to ferment in winter, and two days in summer. After fermentation, add water and filter it, and it becomes the barley wine we drink now."

"However, there are many details to pay attention to, such as how much water is added when cooking barley, the temperature of drying before sprinkling wine, the time and temperature of fermentation must be controlled well. If there is a place that is not done properly, the fermentation will not be barley wine, but a pot of rotten soup that cannot be described..."

Several people laughed, then touched each other's wine bowls and drank the wine in the bowl in one sip.

In fact, there are also some special considerations when drinking as a guest at the Tibetan family, such as toast songs and the rules for guests to drink.

But Lao Liu and the others did not know much about these things, and Zhuoma's family also understood them very well, so no one cared about this.

"Dog, go back and ask your brother for advice. After arriving at the hotel, we will also make some barley wine." Old Liu said with a smile.

"Brother Ang, I'm giving me this bag." Dagou nodded with a smile, then poured wine into Brother Zhuoma and his wine bowls, stood up and toasted Brother Zhuoma.

Tibetan men are usually quite capable of drinking, especially low-degree beer and this kind of home-brewed barley wine. It cannot be said that they can be poured casually, but nine out of the ten Tibetan men must have a box of beer, and their faces will not change color after drinking...

However, the big dog is not a vegetarian. Not to mention anything else, just looking at this guy’s piece of meat, you can tell how much he can drink.

In fact, Big Dog's alcohol tolerance is indeed proportional to his weight.

This guy can drink a pound of 52 degrees of white wine by himself, just boiling peanuts with a plate of water, plus a pig's ear or a pig's mouth. After drinking the white wine, he has to have another pack of beer to rinse...

(EMMMM... Lao Mo knew the alcohol content of the big dog. This guy usually drinks it like this. So, Da Dog is a little brother in Lao Mo's reality, and he does have a good person. As for the alcohol content, you can drink two and a half pounds of white wine and beer at will...)

As for Tian Peng and Mo Long, they are all okay. Although Lao Liu can drink at most one pound, his alcohol content among the four of them is the worst.

So when Big Dog and Brother Zhuoma drink it, it really makes for a flagpole hanging rod hammer - stick to stick, hard to hard!

Tian Peng didn't drink, his afternoon task was to drive.

Originally, Lao Liu planned to drive in the afternoon without drinking, but Tian Peng took the initiative to take over the driving task, so Lao Liu would be liberated.

The host is naturally very happy if the guests can drink with them.

But when the wine was half over, a motorcycle came outside the village. When Dunzhu Zhuoma saw the person riding the bike, he immediately smiled in surprise and quickly met him.

Brother Zhuoma, who was slightly drunk, rolled his eyes and muttered in a low voice: "When I see Brother Love, I don't care about anything..."

Old Liu blinked at Brother Zhuoma and asked in a low voice: "Brother, is this the young man Zhuoma likes?"

"Well, it's Pubusanji from the east, who grew up with Zhuoma. Now he works in the western railway class."

Lao Liu suddenly felt that the name was familiar. After thinking about it carefully, he remembered the last time Zhuoma took her to the lakeside for a trip. She seemed to have asked the uncle named Sangji, who was on duty on the road shift.

Could it be that Brother Sangji is the Tibetan young man in front of him?

But this guy looks pretty good, over 1.8 meters tall and quite burly. Although it's a little dark, it's still pretty attractive and handsome.

No wonder Zhuoma girl always talks about his brother Sangji, who is a typical childhood sweetheart.

Zhuoma led the young man to Lao Liu and saw Lao Liu's joking eyes. Even though Zhuoma was a very cheerful girl, she couldn't help feeling shy at this time.

After a greeting, Zhuoma asked her brother Sangji to sit on Lao Liu's side, but Sangji did not take the seat immediately, but took out something from the basket hanging in the back seat of the motorcycle, including a white furry little guy, who was alive.

A group of people surrounded him curiously.

"I heard Zhuoma say that a friend was coming to visit at home in the morning, so after I got off the night shift, I rode my bike to the mountains west of the Holy Lake to pick some Fritillaria for my friends in Dongshan. When collecting Fritillaria, I found this little guy in the meadow under the cliff in the west." Pubusangi said while holding the trembling little guy in his palm.

Fritillaria on the plateau, especially the Black Water, is the best among Fritillaria. This wild Fritillaria produced in the high-altitude areas has excellent efficacy and is a plateau magic medicine that is as famous as Cordyceps.

Unlike Cordyceps that are mined around May every year, Fritillaria does not start collecting until August and September. Pubusanji picks Fritillaria as a gift, which is a great thing.

The little guy in his palm was pure white hair, furry, and only his beak was slightly curved.

"What kind of bird's chick is this? Could it be the chick of the plateau divine bird?" Zhuoma's elder brother asked curiously.

Pubusanji shook his head and said, "It's not like the chicks of the divine bird. The chicks of the divine bird are gray, not this kind of grayish white."

The divine bird in their mouths refers to the alpine vulture. On the plateau, the alpine vulture has a very high status and is called the "divine bird" by Tibetans.

Several other Tibetans surrounded him, but they did not recognize the grayish-white furry little guy as the bird's chick.

But Old Liu's heart moved...
Chapter completed!