After returning to the roadside, before Wei Ran could open the car door, he sneezed three loudly in succession.
"Who's talking about me?"
Wei Ran murmured as he opened the car door and got in. He took out a tissue and blew his nose vigorously. Then he began to think about whether he should stop by the address provided in the metal book.
That address is really convenient. It happens to be on the only way to get here from Songpan, and it's only about half an hour's drive from here.
The difference between going here and not going there is actually just whether or not you should step on the brakes when you pass by there.
Just find a place to have a meal...
Wei Ran found a good enough reason for himself, and ignored the off-road vehicle that was still here. He turned the direction of the domestic pickup truck and drove back.
However, he had only turned it on for more than 20 minutes, but he keenly noticed that even though he had adjusted the temperature of the heating to high enough, his body still did not feel warm, and instead felt slightly cold.
You won't catch a cold...
Wei Ran muttered secretly, and increased the speed again amidst sneezes one after another.
He drove like this for half an hour, and when he saw that he would reach the town where the address provided by the metal book was in ten minutes, he noticed that there was a man wearing a robe on the roadside in the distance.
Waved at him.
Subconsciously he glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that there was no other car behind him. Wei Ran gently stepped on the brakes and stopped next to the two waving people on the roadside.
It was only then that he noticed that this was a woman who looked to be in her fifties. She was wearing a warm-looking Zang robe, with a yellow urea woven bag and a pickaxe at her feet.
Behind her, in the grassy swamp on the roadside, there was a Delica van with a Mainland license plate poking around. The body of this old car, which was probably older than Weiran, also had a particularly arrogant slogan, "Youth is not for sale."
For the price, travel around China in five years!”
Next to the van, there was a man also wearing a robe. He was driving a half-sized yak calf, trying to pull the van out.
Even though he thought he had good driving skills, Wei Ran could not imagine how skilled the owner of that van was in being able to drive the van upside down in the mud with the front wheels almost hanging in the air.
.
He even thought seriously for a moment before opening the car door. If it were him, would he have recreated the scene of the accident?
"Even if that scumbag Jima came over, he wouldn't be able to achieve such an achievement." Wei Ran made a firm judgment in his heart while pushing the car door open.
"Comrade, can you help me? Can you use your car to pull their car out?"
Before Wei Ran could get out of the car, the woman in her fifties asked hurriedly using the Chinese word for "comrade" followed by a long paragraph of Zang language.
"Let me help you!"
Wei Ran didn't try to respond in Zang language. While speaking in Chinese, he ran to the front of the car, pulled out the hook of the winch, ran down the roadbed, and handed it to the uncle in Zang robe who looked to be in his fifties.
"Little comrade, thank you for your willingness to help!"
The old man in Tibetan robes, whose hands were covered in mud, took the trailer hook and said enthusiastically in Chinese with a strong accent.
"No... Ah Zhi! Ah Zhi!"
Wei Ran finished sneezing and waved his hand, "Nothing, you're welcome! Once you hang it up, I'll start pulling!"
"good!"
After the uncle in Zangpao finished speaking, he stepped on the mud that almost covered half of his calf and hung the tow hook on the front tow hook of the van.
"Dude! Thank you!"
In the van, a young man who looked younger than Wei Ran said loudly and gratefully.
"You are welcome!"
Wei Ran waved in response, and then he saw the uncle took off his robe and put it on the trailer cable.
"Put it on quickly, you'll catch a cold!"
Wei Ran greeted loudly, but the uncle waved his hand indifferently, and after leading the calf away, he waved his hand to signal Wei Ran to start pulling it back.
Not daring to waste time, Wei Ran took out the remote control of the winch, hid beside it and pressed the switch.
As the winch increased power, the wire rope gradually tightened. The young driver in the van also stepped on the accelerator and started to control the car to exert force. However, the uncle and the aunt in Tibetan robes had already gone around to the rear of the car and were standing there.
I started to help push the cart in the cold mud.
With the cooperation of the three parties, the van was finally pulled out of the mud. It was only then that Weiran noticed that only a hub was left on the left rear tire of the vehicle.
This driving skill is really good...
Wei Ran smacked his lips and continued to operate the winch, pulling the car back onto the road with some difficulty.
Before the two cars stalled, the uncle who had been dumped and covered in mud also picked up the robe on the wire rope and put it on, while the aunt took the half-grown calf to the roadside and was busy
Put the two yellow urea woven bags on the back of the cow.
"Thank you! Thank you very much!"
The young driver who got out of the van said gratefully, holding two cans of Red Bull and a stack of red tickets as a thank you gift.
As for his face...
Wei Ran couldn't help but want to laugh. This guy definitely had a bruise at this time. There was even a curved steering wheel mark on his forehead, dried blood on his nostrils, and even a cut on his lip.
A bite the size of a grain.
The old man in Zangpao waved his hand and rejected such a gift without thinking. Instead, he took the initiative to shake Wei Ran's hand and said, "Little comrade, thank you for stopping to help."
"Don't you know each other?"
Wei Ran asked while shaking hands with the uncle. In the end, he couldn't help but cover his mouth with his hand and sneeze again. He was now extremely convinced that he did have a cold.
"My car skidded and had a flat tire."
The young driver with a bruised nose and face explained while forcing the thank-you gift in his hand to Wei Ran, "At that time, he ran directly off the road and almost hit this uncle's yak."
"You...ahshee!"
Wei Ran sneezed again, pinched his nose and asked, "Are you okay? Let me see... ah-sneeze!"
"I'm fine"
The young driver said with a silly smile, "By the way, my name is Zhang Yang, and I am traveling around China by car."
Wei Ran twitched the corner of his mouth. Before Wei Ran could introduce him, Zhang Yang put his hands together and said, "Brother, I want to send the Buddha to the west. Can you help me?"
It's still snowing, can you please help carry this uncle, this aunt and their cows to the town ahead?"
Before Wei Ran could agree or refuse, classmate Zhang Yang added, "Take the money and keep it for washing the car and refueling. If it's not enough..."
"Need not"
Still before Wei Ran could speak, the uncle quickly said in accented Chinese, "This is not far from the town, we can just walk back by ourselves."
"what would you do?"
Wei Ran said, but he had already put the stack of red tickets in his hand back into the other person's hand. He walked around to the back of the car and opened the tailgate of the cargo compartment and asked. Although there were a lot of things in the cargo compartment,
But there is still no problem in putting down the yak calf.
"There are two spare tires on the roof of my car."
Zhang Yang pointed to the van behind him, "I'll just stop here to rest today. I'll wait until I put on the spare tire and then..."
Before he could finish his words, the uncle who had put on his robe again had already stepped on the bumper and took off the spare tire on the roof of the car. From the looks of it, he was obviously preparing to 'send the Buddha to the West'.
"Let's put on the spare tire together. There's no telling when the snow will fall here. It's too dangerous to camp here."
Wei Ran said as he walked to the side of the uncle, "What do you call me, uncle?"
"My surname is Jiang"
While the uncle was busy, he gave an answer that Wei Ran never expected, "That's my wife Yang Jin. She doesn't know a few words of Chinese."
"Last name is Jiang?"
Wei Ran came to his senses and immediately said, "Uncle Jiang, take Aunt Yang Jin to my car to warm up. You are all wet. I will help you change the spare tire."
"No, we're fine."
Uncle Jiang said with a bright smile that Wei Ran felt more and more familiar with, "Don't make your car dirty."
"Why don't you go and warm yourself in my car?" Zhang Yang said quickly, and opened the door of the van.
"Clang!"
As the car door opened, a mat and a long pillow with the 2D wife printed on it also fell out of the car.
It was only then that Wei Ran noticed that the van with the curtains drawn inside was completely a bed truck.
Grinning awkwardly, Zhang Yang quickly said, "Actually, there's a place to sit inside. It's really...there's really a place to sit."
"You might as well find them two clean towels."
As Wei Ran said that, he had already helped Uncle Jiang, who he met by chance, to take off the spare tire from the roof of the car. As for whether the other person was the "Jiang Xiangyang" he was looking for. He believed that even if not, they must know each other.
"Oh, yes, yes!" Zhang Yang reacted immediately, leaned his upper body into the car and began to rummage through the boxes.
"At least let Aunt Yang Jin go to my car to keep warm."
Wei Ran said to Uncle Jiang, "Anyway, I was going to find a place to wash my car in the town ahead. It doesn't matter even if it gets dirty. And wait...
A sneeze! A sneeze!
I’m going to the town ahead for dinner later, and everyone happens to be on my way.”
"this..."
Uncle Jiang hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded, and explained to Aunt Yangjin who was comforting the yak.
"That little calf should get in the car too." Wei Ran pointed to the cargo compartment, "There's room anyway."
"When you get to town, you go to my house for dinner." Uncle Jiang sent out an invitation that he could not refuse.
“I have a big appetite”
Wei Ran said in a joking tone before Zhang Yang, who was holding two new bath towels with cartoon wives printed on them, was about to speak.
"No matter how big the meal is, it will definitely keep you kids full!"
Uncle Jiang laughed and said, but waved his hand again and did not take the bath towel in Zhang Yang's hand, "Put it away quickly, don't get it dirty."
"Just take it."
As Zhang Yang said, he had already put one of the big bath towels around Uncle Jiang's neck, "Just think of it as a hada for you. I can do the job of changing the spare tire myself."
As he spoke, he put a second bath towel around the neck of Aunt Yang Jin, who looked slightly embarrassed.
At Wei Ran's suggestion and insistence, the three of them first let Aunt Yang Jin get into the passenger seat of the pickup truck, then lifted the calf into the bed of the pickup truck, and finally helped Zhang Yang give him the broken bread.
Put on spare tire.
Without wasting too much time, the two cars, one behind the other, drove towards the town in double-dodge, and at Uncle Jiang's prompt, they parked the car at the entrance of a small white-walled courtyard on the roadside.
Through the courtyard wall, he could still see the square and particularly beautiful two-story building inside, as well as the colorful prayer flags hanging diagonally on the roof, and the flagpole in the middle of the roof that rustled in the wind and snow.
Chinese flag.
Looking at the courtyard gate directly in front of the car, there is a wooden sign hanging on one side. There are two lines of large characters "Xiangyang Red Herb Purchase Station" written in Han Zang bilingual on it, as well as the words "Jiang Xiangyang" and a word in the corner.
The string is identical to the mobile phone number provided in the metal book.
"Uncle, do you still run a herbal medicine business?" Wei Ran asked pretending to be curious, pointing to the wooden sign.
"Yes! I also grow a lot of herbs myself."
As he spoke, Uncle Jiang and his wife, Aunt Yangjin, pushed open the car door one after another, "Get out of the car quickly and go to my house. I'll treat you to dinner."
Looking down at the tattoo on the tiger's mouth on his left hand, Wei Ran even began to wonder if the Living Ancestor had secretly contributed to this coincidental encounter.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! But whether it was a coincidence or a deliberate arrangement of the metal book, he had no reason to refuse such a rare opportunity.
Together with Zhang Yang who pushed the door to get out of the car, he helped the couple get the half-sized calf off the cargo bed. At the warm invitation of Uncle Jiang and his wife, the two walked into the door with the word "Glory" nailed on the lintel.
"Home" doorway.
Before he could continue walking inside, Wei Ran smelled a unique yet extremely familiar smell.
Following the smell, he looked over and saw that under the iron shed against the wall of the yard, there were a lot of herbal medicine called "Zhu Na" that he had eaten hanging on the horizontal wires.
And on the shelves in the shed, there are many sacks and bags that smell like medicine.
While he was looking at the herbs in a daze, Aunt Yangjin had already opened the two snakeskin bags she had brought in, and poured out two more piles of "Zhu Na".
"Uncle Jiang, what kind of herbal medicine is this?"
Wei Ran asked, pointing to the herbs hanging on the wire, and then couldn't help sneezing again.
"The black ones are Qianghuo, and the white ones are Duhuo. Cook them together and it is very effective in treating colds and colds."
As Uncle Jiang said, he reached out and broke off two whiskers from the two medicinal materials and handed them to Wei Ran and Zhang Yang, "Qianghuo is bitter and spicy, and Duhuo has a sweet taste. It is the most common medicinal material here besides pine shells."
.”
I took the two whiskers and tasted them. Sure enough, the black ones were bitter, spicy and had a strong taste, while the white ones were sweet.
After tasting the freshness, Uncle Jiang warmly greeted Wei Ran and the two of them and continued walking in. At the same time, he said, "I see that you are sneezing all the time. I will make you a bowl of Qianghuo soup later and keep it for you to drink."
I stopped sneezing after that."
"It turns out that it's called Qianghuo..."
Wei Ran smacked the unique taste lingering in his mouth. Even the fifty-year-old uncle in front of him seemed to gradually overlap with the young lama in his memory.
As he walked into the door of the two-story building, the first thing Wei Ran saw was the hanging portrait of Grandpa Mao. There was an offering table under the hanging portrait. Not only were tributes placed on it, but there was also a colorful small incense burner.
, and also lit with cone-shaped Tibetan incense.
"Sit anywhere!"
Uncle Jiang warmly greeted Wei Ran and the two of them to sit on the sofa covered with beautiful blankets, and shouted, "Ram! Ram! Bring a pot of butter tea!"
"Why--!"
In another room on the first floor, a young and pleasant female voice responded loudly, also asking questions in Chang dialect such as, "Why are you back so soon? I didn't even hear the sound."
After a while, a girl who looked to be about 24 or 25 years old came out of the next room carrying a big red kettle.
This girl's braids are covered with all kinds of beautiful Zang silver jewelry, and she is also wearing a beautiful Zang robe. On her slender neck, there are also a sky blue noise-cancelling headphones and a shiny bullet casing hanging
Pendant.
"This is Wei Ran and Zhang Yang, the young men I met on the road."
Uncle Jiang introduced us as he took off his robe stained with mud and water, "They drove me and your mother back, otherwise we would have to walk in the snow for a long time."
After briefly introducing Wei Ran and Wei Ran, Uncle Jiang added, "This is my daughter Ram. Her Chinese name is Jiang Maomao. You can just call her Ram."
"Hello"
Ram greeted Wei Ran and Zhang Yang generously, and then poured a large bowl of hot butter tea for each of them. He also thanked them for bringing his parents back.
While Zhang Yang was explaining what actually happened with a slight stutter, Wei Ran was also looking at the room filled with the aroma of Tibetan incense and butter tea.
There are several photo frames on the right side of the hanging portrait of Mao Zedong. In the photo frames, there are selfies of the girl also named Lamu on what seems to be a university campus and on the grassland. Photos of her wearing a military uniform and holding a gun. There are also photos of her wearing a bright red hat.
Flowers, as if the photos were taken at the airport.
In addition to her, there is a photo of another young man also wearing military uniform and wearing a big red flower on his chest, raising his hand in salute at the edge of a boundary monument.
There was also an old man sitting in the living room, taking a family photo with Uncle Jiang and his wife, Ram and the young man in military uniform.
Looking at the left hand side of the hanging portrait, most of the photo frames there are the various awards and certificates obtained by "Classmate Jiang Maomao", and at the front are two personal third-class military medals and certificates.
Two certificates for outstanding soldiers with the "Four Haves", a military medal for personal second-class merit, and three party membership certificates placed together.
The name written on the corresponding certificates of the two third-class military medals, besides "Jiang Maomao", the other name is "Jiang Zhuangzhuang".
So this is a female veteran?
While Wei Ran was stunned, Aunt Yang Jin also walked in from behind, holding a large plate of yak jerky in her hand.
So... do they know what the little lama went through back then? If so, how much do they know? And can they recognize the photo in Squad Leader Liu's medicine bottle?
The most important thing is, do they still have contact with the descendants of Squad Leader Liu’s children?
Before Wei Ran, who was secretly distracted, could find out the answer, Uncle Jiang also brought him a bowl of Qianghuo herbal soup that had a familiar but definitely not pleasant smell, and a large plate of toffee.
