She is wearing a purple Tibetan robe, with floral flowers that look like stars in the night sky. She has a hand-knit headband of blue and red coarse cloth on her black hair, and a blue face scarf. Her eyes are very bright and beautiful, and there is pretentiousness in them.
of strength and deep vigilance.
This made Han Qi want to vomit blood... I didn't do anything.
Seeing that no one was making any other moves, she prepared to leave with her children.
"Tashi Dele..." Li Xiaochuan suddenly greeted.
He didn't know what happened between Zhang Shuhao and the child, but looking at the child's snickering expression at them, he knew there was nothing unpleasant between the two. He felt relieved after mentioning it, but there was another unresolved problem.
Floated up.
He just asked in the church. There are not many rooms in the church, and the hotels on the street are too expensive. He is not willing to stay for one night at this price. Why do he have to stay in a hotel anyway when he has a tent?
So since he met the locals, he asked casually. Li Xiaochuan wanted to see if there was any cheaper and affordable place around here.
If you really can't do it, you can sleep in the open.
"Tashi Deleh, Arnold Disay Eva Ray?"
Of course Han Qi didn't know the meaning of this sentence. The girl looked back at them a few more times. It wasn't until Li Xiaochuan repeated that sentence again that she nodded slightly and said in Chinese: "Come with me."
Li Xiaochuan grinned, looked at Han Qi and shook his head:
"Walk."
Although I have no idea what happened, it feels like a good thing.
The girl held the child and led the way, followed by three people. Han Qi looked at the surrounding scenery and talked to Zhang Shuhao: "You are lucky enough. After chasing a child, you met such a beautiful Tibetan woman. Tsk, just...
Her eyes are beautiful, and her voice is pleasant."
"You, don't talk nonsense..."
"Ha ha."
Zhang Shuhao is one year older than him, but his personality is too introverted, which makes him a younger brother in this small cycling team. Han Qi and Li Xiaochuan like to tease him when they have nothing to do. After all, they are away from home.
It's not okay to be too introverted.
After leaving the small town of Yanjing, there is a narrow mountain road.
Surrounded by fields are patches of land. This kind of scene is no different from rural areas in southwest China. After all, the altitude of the salt fields is not very high in Tibet, only 2640 degrees. This kind of temperature is very suitable for growing crops, unlike higher altitudes.
Only highland barley can be grown at high altitudes.
There were many children carrying salt bags on their backs on their backs. They were probably only in their teens. When they saw people coming from out of town, they came over and asked, "Do you want to buy some salt?"
"If you don't want to buy it, don't buy it." Li Xiaochuan said in Tibetan.
When they heard someone speaking Tibetan, they lost interest and continued walking towards the town carrying their bags.
Living in such a place, they will be more interested in outsiders. After all, Yanjing is a medium-sized scenic spot, and the Tibetans who live here relying on only a few tourists will not
Too short of money.
The lack of entertainment is real.
I also saw the salt well, evenly spaced one by one, like a paddy field, but the color is not green, but the color of mud, or the color of brine?
In fact, this town is a huge salt production base, named after the production of well salt. Salt fields are built layer upon layer on the beaches and cliffs on the east and west sides of the Lancang River, and you can see them everywhere.
Li Xiaochuan said that the oldest salt field here has a history of more than 1,300 years. It can be said to have a long history. If it were not for the remote location and difficulty in attracting tourists, it would definitely be a big attraction near big cities.
After climbing over a mountain and standing at a high place, Han Qi could see more clearly.
"Is this a miraculous work of nature? No, it should be human wisdom."
A large sloping mountain near the river is almost hollowed out to make a dark salt field. Four or more pillars are used to support the 'fields' near the river, perhaps for drying.
, when the water inside dries up, it becomes the salt that people eat.
Looking from Han Qi's position, the other side of the Lancang River seems to be no longer in China, but in ancient Egypt thousands of years ago.
Moreover, the color of the salt fields can be dark or light, and some dry salt fields are even white. When the sea is calm like this, no ripples can be seen at all. It looks like it took thousands of years to form, and there are natural eye shadow palettes in various colors.
If this was an eyeshadow palette, maybe only fairies in the sky could use it.
Han Qi took many photos here, but was finally pulled away by Li Xiaochuan, otherwise he would even want to go down the mountain to take a closer look at the salt field.
I don’t know if it’s time for children to get out of school. There are a lot of children on this road. The children selling salt I saw before are not in school, but these children who are in school are more enthusiastic and will help as long as they stop by.
Three people push the cart.
He meant well, but Han Qi felt a little depressed when he saw more and more fingerprints on his guitar bag.
Gradually, these children are no longer visible.
Zhang Shuhao put the child in his car seat and pushed the car by himself.
He seemed to like children very much, and he told them stories about the outside world all the way. The total conversation he had with the two of them in the past few days was probably not more than this hour.
"Oh, I'm the most boring."
The Tibetan girl walked in front alone, looking back at the child from time to time. Li Xiaochuan looked left and right. She seemed to be in high spirits, but Han Qi herself was a little listless.
All his energy had been exhausted when he saw the salt fields, and now he even wanted to yawn.
I drove the cart for an hour.
it's getting dark.
The Lancang River and the Yantian were both far behind. When Han Qi looked back, he could still see the place where he had taken photos of the Yantian, but it was already on another hill. In this hour, they went up and down the mountain.
The journey up the mountain again.
Finally arrived.
It's not a hotel, nor a hotel, but this Tibetan girl's home.
An hour ago when he was in Yantian, Han Qi saw a hot spring hotel. He wanted to go there and ask about the price, but was forcibly taken away by Li Xiaochuan. However, Han Qi was half-hearted. He also knew that the hot spring hotel built here would never be cheap.
Prices in these places are already high, not to mention the fact that this place is a tourist attraction, so it is normal to charge high prices.
This home is rich in various decorations.
From the outside, it looks like three trapezoidal buildings. Once you enter, it is where the animals live, and then you enter two buildings connected together. The smaller one in the front is the living room, and the taller building in the back is where people live.
As soon as we entered the door, the person who opened the door was an old Tibetan man. He was stunned for a moment when he saw that his wife had brought so many people back. But soon the man welcomed the guests in with a smile.
It was also the first time for Han Qi to see a real Tibetan home.
Not counting those in Shangri-La before, the old woman's home didn't have that many decorations, and there were very few things belonging to Tibetan culture. What Han Qi liked the most was the wind horse flag on her house.
But it's different here. The rich Tibetan culture is most perfectly reflected in this family.
