Wen Qingshan pondered for a while, then raised his wrist and looked at his watch, and said: "Calculating this way, we still have to walk for almost four to five hours. It is now a quarter past four in the afternoon, which means we have to walk at nine o'clock in the evening." You can reach Daga Doma Village around 10:00,”
After hearing what Wen Qingshan said, Jianjian immediately shouted: "Damn it, wouldn't it be possible to get there only after dark?"
Wen Qingshan smiled slightly and said: "The time is a little late, but it is not necessarily dark because Tibet is located in the westernmost part of China. Although it also uses Beijing time, the actual time zone is more than two hours different from Beijing, so it is dark The time is almost two to three hours later than in the mainland. At nine o'clock, it should not be completely dark yet. If you are lucky, you might be able to see the sunset."
We rested on the spot for about half an hour. Everyone felt much better than before. Dong Xiaodan's complexion basically recovered after breathing pure oxygen. In order to rush for time, we continued to drive on the road.
When we finally arrived at Daga Doma Village, it was already past nine-ten as Wen Qingshan estimated. However, the sky was not completely dark yet, and it felt like it was only six or seven o'clock at most. .
There are only twenty or thirty households in the entire Daga Doma Village, scattered dotted on a relatively gentle hillside. Now the sky has darkened, and many people’s homes have turned on their lights. We are still far away from the village. It can be seen from places several kilometers away. Looking around, those lights and the starlight all over the sky seem to be connected together, giving people the illusion that heaven and earth are inseparable.
We drove along a rugged and muddy country road to the foot of the mountain, and heard a loud barking of dogs from the village on the mountain.
Because the car couldn't drive up the mountain, we had to park the car at the foot of the mountain. As soon as I got off the car, a gust of cold wind hit me. I couldn't help but shiver. The temperature difference in the plateau area is really extraordinary. During the day, I only wore two single clothes and didn't think it was a big deal. But now the sky has just darkened and the temperature has dropped below zero. Fortunately, we all brought down jackets, so everyone hurriedly packed the down jackets in the box. Turn it inside out and replace it.
After everyone had changed their clothes, Basang led us up the mountain. On the way, Basang told us that his man's name was Tashi Duoji. Because his legs and feet were inconvenient, he lived in a house closest to the foot of the mountain. , but the telephone service in Daga Doma Village has not yet been opened, so before coming, Basang had not contacted Tashi Duoji, and did not know whether he was at home now.
The distance from the foot of the mountain to Gadoma Village is only about two to three hundred meters, and the hillside is not very steep. However, because it is in a plateau area, as long as you walk a little faster, you will feel out of breath. Feeling, so we can only slow down the pace and walk slowly up the mountain.
We walked for more than ten minutes for a distance of two to three hundred meters. When we were about ten meters away from the village entrance, Basang, who was walking at the front, suddenly stopped and muttered softly: " Hey, why are there no lights on at home?"
We looked forward and saw two adobe houses side by side at the entrance of the village. One of them was dimly lit, while the other was dimly lit. It must be Tashi Duoji's home.
Basang shouted several times toward the dark brick house: "Tashi Dorje, Tashi Dorje,"
However, no one responded.
"Isn't it surprising that Tashi Duoji is not at home? Where did he go to such a party?" Basang muttered as he walked forward. He wanted to get closer to see what was going on. Unexpectedly, before he walked a few steps, he suddenly walked from that room. A big black dog with thick hair jumped out from behind the illuminated adobe house, roaring and pounced on us.
Everyone was startled and quickly got into position. At this critical moment, a man walked out of the adobe house and shouted loudly to stop the big dog.
I took a closer look and saw that the big dog in front of me was not ordinary. Standing there, it was about one meter tall. Its whole body was covered with thick black hair, and it looked like a lion.
"It's a Tibetan Mastiff," I blurted out.
"Why is this Tibetan Mastiff so big?" Wen Qingshan was a little surprised. In fact, we have seen several Tibetan Mastiffs along the way, but we have never seen one as big as the one in front of us.
The owner of the Tibetan Mastiff is an old Tibetan man with gray hair and a wrinkled face. He is wearing typical Tibetan clothing, holding a long-barreled shotgun in one hand and a Tibetan waist knife across his waist. His eyes were cold and sharp. Although he was not very tall, standing at a high place gave him a majestic aura.
The old Tibetan man seemed to be afraid that the Tibetan Mastiff would hurt us, so he shouted a few words louder. The Tibetan Mastiff seemed to understand its owner's orders, and raised its head and growled at us a few times, and then reluctantly retreated to the owner. beside.
The Tibetan old man stood in front of the adobe house and spoke a few words in Tibetan to us. I couldn't understand what he was saying at all. But fortunately, Basang was there. He immediately took two steps forward and spoke to the Tibetan old man. The conversation started in Tibetan.
After the two of them exchanged a few words, the Tibetan old man finally seemed to know who Basang was and came over to meet us. Basang also immediately walked towards him. The two of them got together, and first of all there was an enthusiastic greeting. Embrace.
After Basang exchanged a few pleasantries with him in Tibetan, he turned to introduce us: "This is Uncle Qianba,"
Uncle Qiangba nodded to us, and we greeted him with the Tibetan word "Tashi Delek" and bowed to him. Uncle Qiangba said something to Basang in Tibetan, and then turned around and walked towards the adobe room. Go to the house.
Basang translated: "Uncle Qianba said it was too cold outside and asked us to sit at his house."
We all had our faces sore from the dry mountain wind, and we were looking for a place to take shelter from the wind, so we followed Uncle Qianba towards his house.
When I walked to the door of his house, I was surprised to find that the door of his house was not ordinary. It was probably only 1.34 meters high. We had to bend down as much as possible to enter the house.
Jianjian said in confusion: "Why is the door frame so low?"
Professor Dong whispered: "This is to prevent cowards from breaking into the house. The houses in this area are all designed with low doors with low inside and high outside, with a slow slope inward."
"What is a weakling?" I asked curiously.
"According to the information currently available, weak men should be a type of walking corpse. Because weak men cannot bend down, so as long as the door is designed to be shorter, weak men will not be able to enter the house,"
"What," I couldn't help but be surprised. I wasn't surprised that there were walking zombies in this place, but I was surprised that the residents in this area had changed the design of their house doors to prevent walking zombies. What was the cause of the walking zombies? How serious does it have to be to do this?
Because I had just entered the door, I didn’t ask any questions even though I was very curious. After everyone entered the room, Uncle Qianba hung the shotgun on the wall next to the door, turned around and said a few words to everyone in Tibetan. , then turned around and entered the back room. Before Basang could translate, Professor Dong said first: "Uncle Qiangba asked us to sit down first, and he went to get butter tea and tsampa for us to eat." After saying that, he raised his head and asked Ba Sang: "Brother Basang, am I right?"
Basang gave Professor Dong a thumbs up: "Very correct,"
There were no chairs or stools in the room. There were some dirty wool mats on the floor. There was a strange smell in the room. I don’t know if it was related to these wool mats. Basang sat cross-legged unceremoniously. Dong Xiaodan placed a wool mat on top of it and followed the Romans, so we had to sit down cross-legged. Dong Xiaodan thought the wool mat was too dirty, so he secretly took out a napkin and spread it on the mat before sitting down.
There are no electric lights in the house. There is an oil lamp burning on the table in the center. The light is relatively dim. Basang told us that Daga Doma Village is located in a remote place and has not yet been connected to electricity, so we can only use the most primitive Tibetan lighting method. , illuminated with butter lamps.
Dong Xiaodan asked curiously: "What is butter?"
Professor Dong explained: “Ghee is a dairy product similar to butter, which is a fat extracted from cow’s milk or goat’s milk. The ghee in Tibet is mainly produced by yak, and yak ghee is the essence of Tibetan food. People on the plateau cannot do without it. It is not only used for lighting, but also butter tea processed from butter and strong tea is a daily staple food. Butter tea not only retains the mellow aroma of tea, but also has the delicate and sweet taste of butter, which is very delicious, while Zan Noodles paired with butter tea is definitely a delicious dish," Professor Dong couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva when he said this.
"What is tsampa?" Dong Xiaodan continued to ask.
"Zanba is a dough made from ground highland barley flour, fried and then made with butter as a binder. Like butter tea, it is one of the staple foods in Tibet,"
After listening to what Professor Dong said, we couldn't help but have a little bit of expectation for the legendary butter tea and tsampa.
At this moment, Uncle Qianba walked out of the back room with butter tea and tsampa noodles. When the light yellow butter tea was brought to me, I immediately smelled a strong and strange smell, which was what was in the room before. The smell that filled the air was faint just now, but now it was much stronger. It turned out that this was the smell of ghee.
I couldn't help but frown. The smell was not very good. I really couldn't connect it with the delicate and mellow fragrance described by Professor Dong. I turned my head and glanced at Jianjian and Dong Xiaodan. Their expressions were the same as mine. Apparently I couldn't get used to the strange smell of ghee for a while.
Basang put the tsampa noodles into a bowl, poured some butter tea into it, and then started stirring it directly in the bowl with his hands. Looking at his big black hands, I couldn't help but mutter in my heart: This is My hands must not have been washed for a long time. I just mixed them in the bowl. Do I need to process them again later?