Yu Qian was a little nervous. The dilapidated small village in front of him seemed to have become a tiger's den. The village was very small, and it was probably only one or two hundred people living at most. However, they were all real indigenous people who made a living by grazing and scrambled to eat with wild animals all day long. They could not survive without being tough.

Baza asked them to wait in place first and go to find acquaintances first. He finally got to work with a few villagers as insiders in order to buy real native mastiffs in the future.

He is a senior tour guide who specializes in outdoor activities, which is different from those who introduce fixed attractions. Although he may only have one order every month, his income is very high, and he earns at least 30,000 to 40,000 yuan each time.

In the past two years, Tibetan mastiffs are craze, and most customers are looking for him to buy purebred mastiffs. Over the years, he has become a celebrity in the circle and becomes more familiar with him the more he runs away. For example, this time Yu Qian received Xiao Jinhu and directly rewarded 30,000 red envelopes. If he really wanted to open up the treasure pot of Hashi Village, it would be even more amazing.

"We have gained a lot this time. With the Golden Tiger and the Little White Mastiff, it seems that Bazaar wants to use us to open up his own path." Wen Yiming found an opportunity to discuss with Yu Qian: "Safety is the first priority. What should we see when we go in? We can't be too active, and there will be opportunities in the future."

Yu Qian naturally agreed, and Bazaar ran back excitedly and said excitedly: "I'm lucky. After I communicated, some villagers are willing to take us around. I heard that several families have just given birth to cubs. They are all mate with each other. The native mastiff is better than the next generation, and each cub is a treasure."

The driver kept the car and adapted to the situation. The three of them followed the villagers to look for Tibetan mastiffs. Along the way, they saw several native mastiffs, majestic and murderous intent, crawling lazily on the ground to bask in the sun. They squinted their eyes and looked at several strangers from afar, and let out a low roar.

Faced with these Tibetan mastiffs, even Wen Yiming couldn't help but feel frightened. Others couldn't see it. Intuition told him how cruel the seemingly lazy guys in front of him were! His irritable mood was very strong. Even if he rashly invaded their territory, he would be attacked in an instant.

Several people followed the villagers to the innermost stone house, and communicated for a while. The villagers went in first and asked them to wait for news outside.

"This is the village chief's home, and everyone calls him Lao Qiao, who is respected and has a lot of words here." Baza whispered: "The dog collection must be passed by him. We will try our luck this time. If it is really bad, leave immediately."

After a while, the talent in the village came out and muttered to Baza in Tibetan for a long time. Baza said happily: "This time, the luck is so good. The villagers said that several children are at school age, and they used to make a living by grazing for generations. The ancestors have lived a hard life for generations. Many villagers want to send their children to school in the city and receive formal education, so they don't have to be as uneducated as they do in the future."

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. There is nothing valuable in the village, only the Tibetan mastiff is valuable. Let's go in later. I will use this chip to negotiate with Lao Qiao. If you really want to buy the native mastiff, be tough and shock him in terms of momentum."

Wen Yiming and Yu Qian looked at each other. Since they had the chance, they would definitely not let it go. Each of the cubs who got the native mastiff was a treasure.

Three people walked into the simple stone house. The room was very dark and there were no electric lights. An old man in his sixties sat in the middle, strong and majestic.

"Where did you come from?"

Just as Bazaar was about to say hello in Tibetan, the old man suddenly asked in a less standard Chinese. The three of them were stunned, and Wen Yiming replied: "Hello, old man, we are from the capital, just to find Tibetan mastiffs."

"Take the little mastiff and I'll take a look!"

The old man's second sentence directly asked Yu Qian and Wen Yiming to give him the little guy in his hand. The two of them hesitated a little, and bazaar gritted their teeth and signaled that there was no problem. Then they put the Jinhu and the little white mastiff still in the incubator in front of the old man.

The old man touched the little golden tiger with his hand, looked at its head and teeth, and nodded, "It is pure blood. The golden male mastiff should be matched with a golden female mastiff. The offspring that comes out like this may appear pure gold. But if the parents are not of this color type, or have unclear genealogy of the breeding dog's previous generation, there may also be variegated colors. When you grow up, you can only be a yellow mastiff, and you cannot become a golden mastiff!"

"Master!" The three of them suddenly thoughts flashed through their minds. They were really masters who came out of the mountains. The old man could tell the Tibetan mastiff breed at a glance, and he could foresee the future development. He was absolutely awesome.

"Hmm? Is this?"

The old man saw the little white mastiff in the incubator for the first time, and his expression was shocked. He looked carefully for a long time and raised his head and asked, "Whose is this?"

"I didn't know how to get it last night." Wen Yiming replied.

The old man looked at Wen Yiming deeply, stood up and said, "You come out with me alone!"

Seeing that Yu Qian was worried about following, Wen Yiming waved his hand. There was definitely no danger with the Golden Horn. Besides, he felt that the old man had no malice, so he picked up the incubator and followed the old man to the yard.

The old man looked at the little white mastiff very excitedly and asked Wen Yiming seriously: "Tell me what happened, tell the truth!"

Wen Yiming told the story of the snow mastiff being besieged by a wild wolf last night, and after he rescued it, he entrusted his orphans.

"It's really it, it's really it!" The old man trembled completely when he heard this, and looked at the little white mastiff with excitement on his face. It took him a long time to calm down.

"May I have your name?"

Wen Yiming looked straight into the old man's eyes and said, "Wen Yiming, Master of Incense."

"Do you want to know the story of me and the snow mastiff?" The old man fell into memories and remembered a scene, as if he was back to the moment decades ago.

"I am not actually a local. When I was young, I came here as a soldier and fell in love with the unrestrained plateau. When I was thirty-two years old, I met a pack of wild wolves in herding grazing. Not only did I kill all the sheep, but I even wanted to eat it!"

The old man recalled that experience, and he was vivid in his mind. The feeling of dying was unforgettable and unforgettable forever.

"At the moment of life and death, a huge snow mastiff suddenly appeared. After the war, he drove away the wolves, looked at me from afar, turned around and left." The old man was excited: "I will never forget its eyes in my life, arrogant and holy, like a divine beast from heaven, saving my life!"

Wen Yiming suddenly realized why Lao Qiao was so excited to see the little white mastiff? With his eyesight, he could definitely tell that this was a real snow mastiff, so he asked himself to tell the story.

"This should be the descendant of the snow mastiff! I can recognize its eyes, absolutely right!"

Lao Qiao looked at the little white mastiff gratefully. Its mother was his life-saving benefactor. He didn't expect that he could still see the descendants of the divine mastiff before he died. Naturally, he was very excited.

Wen Yiming did not answer. He didn't know if he was the descendant of the snow mastiff who saved people? But he was a little worried. Will Lao Qiao force him to leave the little white mastiff?

When Lao Qiao saw Wen Yiming nervous and alert, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, I can tell you the biggest secret not to keep the descendants of the Snow Mastiff! It is my life savior and a magical object on the grassland. If you can save it, it is to save my life. Since it is willing to give it to you, it means you have the ability to take good care of it."

Wen Yiming nodded, believing in the old man's words, people with devout faith will not tell lies and be loyal to their true thoughts.

"What do you mean?"

Old Qiao raised his head, looked at the blue sky, and sighed: "I am old and have been guarding the village for decades. Now society has changed. Our generation has been eliminated by society, but children should not live like this."
Chapter completed!