"Uncle, I actually think this proposal is very good!" Dazhen also joined the discussion on this topic.

"I am now working as a tour guide at the entrance of Mount Everest Base Camp, and I can attract guests here. Now many tourists who go to Mount Everest Base Camp will go to Chentanggou or Zhangmugou to continue their trips after they come down from Mount Everest. I have also learned that few of these tourists know about our Rongjiegou. If these tourists can come to Rongjiegou for tourism, if there is a hotel at home, it will definitely attract these tourists to stay. Uncle, you are the best hunter in the entire Rongjiegou. You can also serve as a guide for these tourists. The guide fee is very high now."

"Yes, Dad, Sister Dazhen is right. If any tourists come, you can be a tour guide for those tourists and take them to the most beautiful places to visit. Dad, think about the mountain climbers who wanted to climb Menlongze Peak that year asked you to be a guide. You would earn 10,000 yuan in a few days." Lausanne was also making an idea.

Aunt Dazhen hesitated and said, "Building a hotel is indeed a good idea, but it costs a lot of money to build a house here, and this fund..."

Dazhen said, "Aunt, if you and my uncle really want to open a hotel, I will go back and tell my dad that I can lend you some money first."

As Aunt Dazhen said, because of inconvenient transportation, it is indeed very expensive to build a house here. Otherwise, the three-story Benshan teaching building in the Township Central Primary School would have cost 7 million!

Tserin Pingcuo shook his head and said, "Dazhen, you don't have to borrow money from your family. I have a way to build a house."

As he said that, he turned his head and asked Liu Mo'ang: "Brother Liu, you are a hotel and hotel. I ask you, if you set up a kind of hotel with us...well, do you think it's OK to set up a kind of cabin-style hotel similar to that of foreigners in TV?

"Big house?" Liu Mo'ang was stunned for a moment, "Brother Tsering, do you mean a wooden house built with that kind of log?"

"That's right. Sometimes there are foreign movies on TV. In movies, you can sometimes see those wooden houses built of wood built by foreigners in the woods. It's not cold to live in it in winter..."

"Okay! This kind of wooden house is definitely good! This kind of thing is relatively rare in our country. If you can build some such wooden houses, it will definitely attract many tourists to stay. But Brother Tsering, this wood seems not easy to work with, right? Although there are trees all over the mountains and fields, the country now has strict control over tree cutting..."

"Just be fine!" Tsering Pingcuo laughed, "Brother Liu, maybe you don't know yet. There is no profitable industry in our Rongjie Township. Forestry logging is a main source of income for us. The temperature here is high, the precipitation is sufficient, and the trees grow very quickly, so the loggers on our side will not have much impact on the mountains and forests while logging wood."

"Writing is allowed here?" Wang Erhu was also a little surprised. In addition to several major forestry provinces in China, logging is also allowed. Most of the trees cut are artificially planted fast-growing trees. The trees in most places are now more valuable than gold. If you dare to cut down a tree casually, you will be bound to be restricted for ten days and half a month.

If there is any deforestation incident, even the local leaders will be implicated, and the parties involved will definitely be sentenced!

But logging is even allowed here!

Tsering Pingcuo shrugged and said, "What kind of fire is used for logging wood? Besides, we all responded to the call of the official palace and planted as many trees as we cut. Moreover, there are not a thousand people in our entire village. With such a large mountain forest, we can't cut all the people."

Wang Erhu: "Then what you mean is that the logs for building a house are fine?"

"Well, no problem! I don't dare to say that there are too many, but it's still okay to build a few wooden houses. Besides, I'm spending money to buy it, either I'm stealing it myself, or the price is lower."

After hearing what Tsering Pingcuo said so confidently, several people did not ask about logs. They are native landlords here. Since they said that, they naturally have the confidence to get the logs used for building houses.

Liu Mo'ang smiled and said, "Building a wooden house with logs will definitely attract people to move in. However, when building a wooden house, you must also consider waterproofing, fireproofing, insect and ant prevention."

Tsering Pingcuo said: "It's okay. How many old people here know how to build such a wooden house."

Wang Erhu clapped his hands and said, "Okay, since brothers Tseren want to build a wooden house, after I go out, I will send you ten tons of cement."

Liu Cheng: "I'll send sand!"

Liu Mo'ang shook his head and smiled, "It seems that I can only give asphalt."

Even when building a wooden house, cement and sand are essential. As for asphalt, it is used to prevent moisture and water.

Tsering Pingcuo waved his hands repeatedly: "This is not possible, I can do it myself."

Wang Erhu asked with a smile: "Brother Tsing, how many of you are looking down on me?"

"Ahem..." Tserin Pingcuo didn't dare to say anything else to refuse.

This building material is nothing to Liu Mo'ang and others. How much does cement, sand, asphalt and other people cost? But for Tsering Pingcuo's family, this is a huge expense.

Since we met each other and had been eating and living at other people's house for two days, this is fate. Just because of this fate, it would be nothing for Liu Mo'ang and his friends to give this family some building materials.

After lunch, Tsering Pingcuo mysteriously pulled Liu Mo'ang, Wang Erhu and Liu Cheng aside, "You came to my house from all the way and gave so many gifts. I have some things I got from Nepal. If you like it, take them away."

Tsering Pingcuo's words aroused the curiosity of several people. They followed Tsering Pingcuo to the back of the house. There was a small house that was not very eye-catching behind the house. It was built of stone and cement. There was a wooden door made of logs as thick as a calf, with a general lock lock on it.

Tsering Pingcuo took out the key hanging around his neck, opened the general lock with a plastic bag outside to protect against rain, and then opened the switch inside, and a light bulb that was not very bright turned on.

The room is very small, at most six or seven square meters, not high, and Liu Mo'ang even lowered his head slightly inside.

With the help of the dim light, Liu Mo'ang saw two wooden shelves in the room, each with five or six wine jars on it. On the other wall, there were more than twenty knives of different sizes and sheaths hanging.

However, although these knives all have sheaths, Liu Mo'ang and others still recognized the origin of these knives at a glance from their strange appearance.

"Damn it, Brother Tsering, don't tell me that these knives are Gurkha dog-legged knives?" Liu Cheng asked excitedly.

"Hehe, Brother Cheng guessed it is true. These knives are all hand-made dog-leg knives I brought from the south over the years, and are pure old Nepalese blacksmiths!"

As he said that, Tsering Pingcuo took down all the more than 20 knives of different sizes and placed them one by one on a wooden empty floor.

Wang Erhu carefully pulled out all the knives, and these sharp weapons with cold light suddenly became in front of everyone.

The three of them immediately took a breath of cold air!

"Good knife! Absolutely good knife!" This is almost the common idea of ​​the three people.

These knives all present a strange but full of alternative aesthetic arc, which is the unique dog-leg arc of the famous Gurkha scimitar, which looks like an inverted dog-leg.

These twenty knives vary in size. The largest one is more than 60 centimeters long, and the smallest one is also more than 30 centimeters long. Each knife is equipped with two small knives, and the blades have some gorgeous patterns. I don’t know what it means. The material of the handle of each knife looks different, including wood, cow horns, and cow bones.

Liu Cheng picked up two knives of similar size and looked at them carefully. While comparing, he said, "Yes, this should be made by hand! Look at these two knives, they are about the same size, and they should be made in the same batch, but these two knives are different, and there are some differences in thickness and weight. If the knives are taken off the machine, there will be no such big difference. So these two knives are definitely made by hand."

Tsering Pingcuo gave Liu Cheng a big thumbs up. Obviously, Liu Cheng's judgment was very correct.

Liu Cheng put down a knife, picked up a scabbard, looked at it, nodded, "It's right from the scabbard. There are many fake dog leg knives in China, but the dog leg knives produced in China are mostly made of leather or nylon. The real Gurkha scimitar scabbard is usually made of hardwood and is wrapped in cowhide or sheepskin."

After putting down the scabbard, Liu Cheng picked up two knifes with this knife. These two knifes were only more than ten centimeters long. "Did you see, these two knifes are called auxiliary knives. Authentic dog-legged knives will be equipped with two auxiliary knives. One of these two knifes is a sharp edge to cut small objects. The other is not sharp edged, mainly used as whetstones, and can also be used as flintstones in the wild. The handles of the auxiliary knives are usually wood or keratinous, and these two auxiliary knives also meet this standard."

Putting down the auxiliary knife, Liu Cheng continued to hold the dog-legged knife in his hand: "There is another most critical point, which is the blood groove here!"

Liu Cheng pointed to the two small U-shaped grooves near the bottom of the knife blade, saying: "The blood grooves of the real Gurkha scimitar are very special, and the groove positions are also very special. The main function of these two blood grooves here is to drain blood to avoid defiling the stent. There are many imitated dog-leg knives in China that do not have such blood grooves at all. So, to sum up, these dog-leg knives from Brother Tseren are all authentic Gurkha scimitars!"
Chapter completed!