Chapter 1496 The Confessions and Songs of the Little Lama
"Gululu——"
Just when Wei Ran was about to fall asleep while tossing and turning, the little lama next to him made a loud rumbling sound from his stomach.
Then, when he opened his eyes, the little lama had already gotten up, put on his bamboo hat in a hurry, and stumbled away.
Looking at Nurse Ji who was sleeping on the other side of the little lama, Wei Ran pointed at the direction the little lama left and whispered, "Go on sleeping, I'll go take a look."
After a slight hesitation, Nurse Ji nodded worriedly and lay down again.
Getting up gently, Wei Ran waited for the darkening symptoms in front of his eyes to disappear, then put on his bamboo hat and walked into the rain with a wooden stick.
Soon, he found the little lama who was squatting on the edge of this small highland and seemed to be scurrying away.
"What's wrong with you?" Wei Ran asked in Chinese.
Hearing this, the little lama waved his hands, followed by a sputtering sound and a stench that hit his face.
"Where does your stomach hurt?"
Wei Ran deliberately continued to ask in Chinese, of course he knew that the other party could not understand.
He just hopes that the other party can't help but say a idiom so that his language library can match the language he just learned.
"I don't understand what you are saying, and my stomach hurts."
The little lama finally said a chant, followed immediately by another crackling sound and an abnormal smell. This time, Wei Ran could finally understand it, and at the same time he confirmed that what he learned this time was really the chant.
language.
However, when he opened his mouth to chat with the other party in Zang language and asked the questions that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time, he found that although he could understand, he could not open his mouth at all.
It's true, literally I can't open my mouth. There is no doubt that this comes from the limitations of the metal notebook.
In desperation, Wei Ran could only draw a nine-square grid on his stomach with his fingers, and repeated in Chinese over and over again, "Where does it hurt? Does it hurt here?"
"It hurts here"
After Wei Ran asked again and again, the little lama finally gave the answer he wanted in Zang language when Wei Ran pointed to the position directly above his own belly button, and nodded at the same time.
"It should be acute enteritis. Could it be caused by horse meat jerky..."
Wei Ran's heart sank into the valley, and he quickly ran towards the small high ground where he was camping.
Fortunately, when he came back, except for Nurse Ji who looked at him worriedly, everyone else was still asleep and did not have the worst symptoms.
"Is the little lama okay?" Nurse Ji lowered her voice and asked worriedly.
"Don't worry, it's okay."
When Wei Ran responded to the other party, he gave him a reassuring smile, then took out a kettle filled with cold boiled water from the bamboo basket, pulled out the stopper of the new kettle that he had cut just before going to bed, and handed it to Nurse Ji, whispering
Said, "Add some salt to it."
Hearing this, Nurse Ji didn't ask any more questions. She took out Monitor Liu's glass medicine from the bag in her arms, carefully knocked some coarse salt into the palm of her hand and asked in a low voice, "Is this enough?"
"enough"
Wei Ran nodded quickly, and after waiting for the other party to shake the pinch of coarse salt into the kettle, he immediately tightened the wooden stopper and shook it vigorously to accelerate the dissolution of the salt particles.
Without explaining too much, he took out two more pieces of charcoal he had collected from the embers before going to bed, and returned to the little lama's side.
After a while, the little lama had stood up and was walking back staggeringly on a wooden stick.
"Open your mouth, ah - open your mouth." Wei Ran stopped the other party and spoke in Chinese, doing several demonstrations in the process.
Perhaps because he had long been familiar with this method of communication, the little lama opened his mouth in an especially cooperative manner and allowed Wei Ran to place the two pieces of charcoal, which were about the size of quail eggs, in his mouth.
"chew"
After Wei Ran finished speaking, he winked and made a chewing gesture.
When the little lama saw this, he chewed the two pieces of charcoal in his mouth. When he was done chewing, Wei Ran immediately handed over the kettle and motioned for him to drink water.
After pulling out the wooden stopper, the little lama only took a sip and then stopped. At the same time, he muttered in Zang language, "Why is it salty?"
"Drink, keep drinking." Wei Ran, who could understand but couldn't speak, made gestures of drinking water again.
After hesitating for a moment, the little lama took another shot of salt water. It wasn't until Wei Ran patted his arm gently that he stopped.
He took the kettle and put the wooden stopper on it, but Wei Ran hung the kettle on his shoulder.
But after a while, the little lama's expression changed again, and then he returned the kettle to Wei Ran, and hurriedly walked away.
After taking the kettle, Wei Ran could only wait patiently, and at the same time secretly prayed that the others would not fall down after eating those horse meat jerky.
And this was also the reason why he kept the whole piece of horse meat jerky that was given to him without eating a bite. He was prepared for this moment, in case everyone had diarrhea, there had to be someone who could still move.
After standing in the continuous rain and waiting for more than ten minutes, the little lama staggered back to Wei Ran with a wooden stick, and then saw that the latter was already waiting for him with two pieces of charcoal.
If nothing else, the little lama had great trust in Wei Ran. He opened his mouth without thinking, letting the latter throw the charcoal into his mouth, chewing it again, and then became familiar with it.
I drank a few mouthfuls of salt water.
Fortunately, he did not continue to run away this time. What made Wei Ran even more fortunate was that when the two of them returned to the camp, Zhang Erwa and Li Zhuang had already woken up, but neither they nor Nurse Ji had diarrhea.
symptoms.
This is undoubtedly good news, at least it proves that those dried horse meats are edible.
After explaining the little lama's situation to everyone, before Zhang Erwa and others could say anything, the little lama had already covered his stomach and ran away in a hurry.
"Er baby... monitor, do you think he can still leave like this?" Li Zhuang asked worriedly.
Seeing Zhang Erwa looking at her, Nurse Ji hesitated for a moment and then replied, "How about another night's rest to let him relax? If we leave at this time, the little lama will definitely not be able to keep up, and we won't be able to go far."
"It can only be this way..."
Zhang Erwa said worriedly, "We can't just wait. Nurse Ji, you stay and take care of the little lama. Li Zhuang, Wei Ran, let's go look around to see if there are any wild vegetables and firewood that can be burned."
"
"Let Comrade Wei Ran stay"
Nurse Ji had already stood up with a wooden stick while speaking, and also gave a reason that Wei Ran and the others could not refute, "After all, it is easier for him to take care of the little lama than me. In addition, I also know more edible wild vegetables than him."
, so I’d better go.”
"This...is good"
Zhang Erwa agreed to Nurse Ji's request, "Comrade Wei Ran, just stay and take care of the little lama."
"give it to me"
Wei Ran agreed happily. He didn't want to take the opportunity to be lazy, but he also wanted to take advantage of this period of time to see if he could get something out of the young lama - even if he could only understand the Zang language but not speak it.
Before the three of them had gone far, the little lama came back with a pale face, clutching his stomach.
Raising his finger and pointing in the direction of Zhang Erwa and the others, the little lama looked at Wei Ran and asked in Zang language, "Where have they gone?"
"I'm looking for wild vegetables."
Wei Ran replied in Chinese, and at the same time asked him to sit down in the tent. He reached out and pulled out a piece of grass at random, made a chewing motion with his mouth, and then pointed in the direction of Zhang Erwa and the others.
Seeing this, the little lama who had just sat down stumbled to his feet and said "I'll go too" in a chant he thought only he could hear.
"You'd better stay"
Wei Ran pulled the other person to sit down again, waved his hand towards him, and then motioned for him to lie down on the horsehide, which was smelly but could isolate a considerable amount of moisture.
"Why did you follow me into the grass?"
Wei Ran asked in Chinese. At the same time, he pointed at the little lama, and then pointed in the direction he came from. He also said a few Chinese words that the little lama knew and often talked about.
"Revolution, Anti-Japanese and Comrades and Jiangpa Gesang".
"Revolution, anti-Japanese, comrades and Jiangpa Kelsang," the little lama repeated again, and at the same time he patted his bony chest hard and made a "bang bang" sound.
Hearing this, Wei Ran once again pointed in the direction he came from, then pointed at the little lama, and then he picked up the shoulder of the tattered Red Army uniform he was wearing and gently lifted it up.
After thinking for a while, he took off the bamboo hat he wore to protect his head from the rain, pointed to the words Workers' and Peasants' Red Army on it, and finally pointed to the little lama again.
"Yes, yes! I want to join the Red Army!" the little lama said quickly in Zang language, nodding vigorously at the same time, and then again popped out the Chinese words "revolution, anti-Japanese and comrades" that he knew.
"Bang bang"
The little lama patted his chest again and said proudly, "Jangpa Kelsang!"
Seeing this, Wei Ran sighed helplessly, patted the other party's shoulder gently, and gave up his plan to continue asking.
Similarly, the little lama also became depressed, his originally straight waist also bent down, and he stared blankly at the strong rain curtain outside the tent and fell into silence.
I don't know how long it took, but Jampa Kelsang said to himself in Zang language, "I want to join the Red Army, but I don't want to be a lama."
After he said this, Wei Ran sat up and looked at him in surprise.
The little lama was startled by Wei Ran's movement, then he hugged his knees and continued to look at the rain curtain outside and said, "I saw the Red Army last year. At that time, everyone said that the Red Army would steal all our things and kill us."
All lamas.”
At this point, the young lama sneered, "I also heard from the chieftain that the Red Army wanted to kill all the lamas and use them as food, burn the temples, and smash the Buddha statues."
Wei Ran opened his mouth and continued to listen quietly to the little lama talking to himself.
"Later, when the Red Army really came, the great lama took us to escape to the mountains. We took the yaks, the barley, the scriptures, and everything in the temple.
Not only that, we also hid in the mountains with all the serfs, leaving only the chieftains and their soldiers to guard.
Everyone is afraid that the Red Army will steal their things, that they will be captured and eaten as food, and that Buddhist statues and temples will be smashed."
"What happened next?" Wei Ran asked subconsciously in Chinese.
Turning his head and looking at Wei Ran who seemed to be in a daze next to him, the little lama continued, "Later we heard that the Red Army did not eat people or steal things, but they gave some of the chieftains' land and property to
serf.
Even if the family's highland barley was cut off by the Red Army, some found silver coins in the highland barley fields, and some found wooden boards with writing on them.
The big lama could speak Chinese, but he said it was an IOU issued by the Red Army, and he would not allow me to tell it to the serfs."
After a pause, the little lama rubbed his belly and continued, "Before I was sent to the temple to be a benefactor, I had a good friend named Lam. Her father was the serf owner's mount. Later, he accidentally fell while carrying the serf owner.
After a fall, his hand tendons and hamstrings were severed and he was thrown into the wolf's den.
The serf owners also captured her mother, cut out her tongue, and chopped off the soles of her feet."
Hearing this, Wei Ran couldn't help but tremble, but the little lama continued, "The serf owner gave that woman to his youngest daughter as a mount.
And my friend Ram, she is a good-looking girl, one year younger than me, but she did not survive either.
She was made into a thangka by the serf owner, and her skull was made into a wine bowl, which was hung in the serf owner's home and placed on the serf owner's table."
"What mistake did she make?"
Wei Ran and the little lama said the same sentence almost at the same time, just one in Zang language and the other in Chinese.
"She is not wrong, she has done nothing wrong."
The little lama's face showed a hint of bitterness that did not match his age. He clenched his fists and murmured in pain, "The thangka on her body was painted by my master. The serf owner also used that wine bowl to entertain my master."
Wiping the corners of his eyes, the little lama continued to talk to himself, "I heard many stories about King Gesar told by the bards.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! I think the Red Army may be King Gesar’s magic weapon. I believe that the Red Army can definitely save those serfs and can definitely save more Lamu. So I also want to be a Red Army
, Let’s revolution together, fight against Japan together, and save more Ram with our own hands.”
"You can, you definitely can." Wei Ran nodded in response, "The Workers' and Peasants' Red Army can definitely do it."
"Last year, there was a young lama in our temple who became a Red Army soldier."
The little lama stretched out the half of the Red Army uniform that belonged to the deceased patient Jiang Yu, "He was wearing clothes like this at that time, wearing leggings, straw sandals, and carrying a big knife. He was so impressive. Story
The generals under King Rigsal are nothing more than that.
From that time on, I wanted to be a member of the Red Army. I wanted to wear a military uniform like this and carry a sword on my back. I didn’t like to spin prayer wheels, but I was willing to pray for the Red Army and join the revolution with the Red Army to save the poor."
Having said this, the little lama patted the cannon box still attached to his waist, raised his head and thought with an unstoppable smile, "When I am also a Red Army soldier, when I come back with the big army,
I must personally arrest the serf owner who killed Ram's family.
I want to make his skin into a thangka, his skull into a wine bowl, and let my master make it himself."
Looking at the tears falling from the corner of the little lama's eyes with the rain, Wei Ran sighed silently. He only hoped that the little lama could really realize his dream in the future.
Amidst the falling rain, the little lama sang a song full of despair in Zang language, "There are wild beasts on the mountain without owners, and there are no people without owners at the foot of the mountain. Even if the snow-capped mountains turn into butter, they are still occupied by the lord. Even if the river turns into butter,
Even if it becomes milk, we can't even take a sip. Although life is given by parents, the body is occupied by officials..."
