Not far away, Chen Yang saw several herdsmen living together.
The herdsman's house was not the yurt he imagined, but a red brick house.
There was a fence outside the house, and the Tibetan mastiff drove the listless and exhausted sheep in.
Then, just like the showman, the Tibetan Mastiff ran to a shriveled old man, rubbed its huge head in the old man's arms, and snored and roared in the direction of Chen Yang, as if to say that there was a fierce person here.
people.
The old man was humped by the Tibetan Mastiff and sat down on the ground. His face was licked until there was water all over his head, as if his hair had just been washed.
His son, daughter, grandson, wife...
The whole family came out.
"Old man."
Chen Yang came over: "I'm lost. I'm asking for a bowl of water. Is it convenient?"
"What's inconvenient about this?"
The old man waved his hand proudly: "Come into the house and talk, don't talk about water, don't talk about asking for anything, mutton is enough, milk wine is enough."
Chen Yang nodded with a smile and followed the family in.
The big Tibetan mastiff originally wanted to come in, but it was stuck by the door and could only squat outside the door in frustration, just like the stone lions at the door of wealthy families in ancient times.
After a few words of conversation, Chen Yang learned that the old man's name was Batu and his son's name was Tur, and they were herdsmen for generations.
After Chen Yang introduced them to each other, he immediately asked the time.
Then, under the surprised gazes of Batu and his family, Chen Yang took a long breath and finally had a smile on his face.
"Three years."
"Only three years."
"so far so good."
Chen Yang couldn't stop smiling. It was only three years. It was nothing more than a three-year-old child. It was not the worst situation that he had imagined.
The only pity is that since three years have passed, he will never hear his child call daddy for the first time again.
But I thought I didn’t have to call my child daddy a thousand times before that, and I felt like I was making a bit of money.
Not long after sitting down, he finished three bowls of milk wine and a large basin of hand-shredded mutton was placed in front of Chen Yang.
"This is too expensive."
Chen Yang was a little embarrassed and said: "Old Batu, I don't have anything on me."
He has always known that the simple folk customs in poor places are nonsense.
People need to be well fed and warm before they can think of any etiquette.
If you don't have enough to eat, you don't have enough clothes to wear, and your wife and children think you are worthless, you will only be evil and courageous, and there is no simple truth.
Old Batu puffed up his chest and was about to show off his heroic spirit.
As a result, his depressed son Tur directly exposed the truth: "Sir from the mainland, you can eat it, but we can't finish it anyway."
"It will break if left alone."
Batu was as frustrated as a ball in an instant. The pride on his lips was immediately replaced by a big foot, and he almost kicked his son off the table.
"Because of it?"
Chen Yang cooed at the door.
There, the Tibetan Mastiff seemed to hear someone talking about it, and turned its head curiously to look inside the house.
Batu, Tur, and their wives and children nodded deeply.
Chen Yang laughed dumbly.
When he saw how powerful the Tibetan Mastiffs were when they were free-range, he knew that he could not escape this fate.
Those sheep, pitiful, will not survive.
Scared.
Chen Yang's question was like scratching their itch, and Batu immediately started to complain.
"Sir, you don't know, this old guy is a stupid dog."
"Let him not herd the sheep, or herd the sheep, but he will not listen."
"Every morning, I have to let the good sheep out and scare them half to death. Then they will be driven back when the disaster is enough."
"I can't hold it back even if I pull it, and I can't hit it even if I hit it."
"It seems that these sheep at home will not survive for a few days."
"I'd rather give the guests a ball."
Old Batu sighed.
When the family looked at the smooth and fragrant mutton, they suddenly felt that it was no longer fragrant.