Peng Fei reacted quickly just now. When he saw the white lion chasing the blue sheep, he turned on the dv. Although the scene of the white lion chasing the blue sheep was not very clear, the white lion knocked down the blue sheep.
The picture was recorded very clearly.
"Hey, don't get excited, don't get excited, no one will compete with you for food..."
Zhuang Rui slapped the white lion's neck in a funny way. This guy has been protecting food since he was a child. It is food that only he can move. Even if it were Ouyang Wan and Nannan, the white lion would bar his teeth. Of course, after Zhuang Rui scolded him several times, he
I dare not speak.
After the white lion heard Zhuang Rui's words, he let out a low roar and turned around to bite the blue sheep.
"Xiaozhuang, wait, don't let it eat yet..."
Gyatso, who retreated to the side, suddenly shouted when he saw the white lion preparing to eat.
"What's wrong, Brother Gyatso?"
Zhuang Rui turned around in confusion. This was originally the prey of the white lion. Everyone also had food, so they wouldn't want to compete with the white lion for food, right?
"Can you let me peel off the skin of this blue sheep first, and then feed it to this Tibetan mastiff?"
Gyatso was a little embarrassed, but it would be a pity if such a complete sheepskin was bitten by a white lion.
Wild rock sheepskin is strong and durable, and can be used to sew clothing and women's handbags. Although it is not as valuable as Tibetan antelope skin, it is still a rare and good wool, and one piece costs about a thousand yuan.
Zhuang Rui thought for a moment, bent down and hugged Bai Shi's neck, and said: "Let Peng Fei peel it off. He and Bai Shi are relatively familiar with each other. If it were you, Bai Shi would definitely not agree..."
"Okay, everything is fine, everything is fine. In fact, giving your white lion a leg of lamb is enough for him to eat..."
When Gyatso heard Zhuang Rui's agreement, he immediately beamed. The taste of the blue sheep was much more delicious than the cattle and sheep raised in his own home. However, the blue sheep were alert and difficult to catch. Gyatso did not expect to encounter them here.
arrive.
Peng Fei handed the dv player to Zhuang Rui, took his knife that was hidden somewhere, and began to peel off the sheep's skin, but his eyes looked at the white lion from time to time, for fear that this guy would get upset and do it to him.
Such a claw.
"It's a male blue sheep, hehe, we are all in luck..."
Except for the little lama Basang, everyone had smiles on their faces.
After Zhuang Rui heard Gyatso's words, he also turned his head and looked at it. This blue sheep was larger than the ordinary domestic sheep. It was more than 1.6 meters long and had a smaller head. It had a pair of big eyes half-opened and half-closed.
There are two long horns on it, which are in a "V" shape and curve backward and outward.
The fur on the back of the blue sheep is slate gray with slightly blue markings, which is very similar to the color of the rocks in the mountains. The belly and the inside of the limbs are white, and the front of the limbs is black. Zhuang Rui estimated that this animal
Blue sheep weigh at least 80 kilograms, which is enough to feed a dozen people like me.
"Damn, white lion, you can do it. This claw is almost as heavy as a tiger..."
Peng Fei seemed to have done this job before. He was very skilled in dissecting blue sheep. In a moment, he peeled off the sheepskin to his buttocks. He touched the place where the white lion struck with his hand and felt that the bones there were completely intact.
If it's broken, even if the white lion doesn't make up for it, the blue sheep won't be able to escape.
You know, leopards and lions basically rely on their sharp claws and teeth to bite their prey, but tigers usually hit with their claws first. Like bears, a tiger's palm strike force can reach 800 kilograms. Generally, as long as the slap is strong,
, the prey will lose its resistance.
If some zoologists see white lions, they are guaranteed to make a request to Zhuang Rui to study white lions. It can be said that white lions have now exceeded the capabilities of Tibetan mastiffs. In some aspects of evolution and ability, they are no longer beyond the capabilities of the Tibetan Mastiff.
Less powerful than lions and tigers.
"Okay, don't be nagging, hurry up and finish the work, we will rely on meat to eat..."
Zhuang Rui really didn't like the dried meat he carried with him. He had no appetite at first, but after seeing this blue sheep, he immediately changed his mind. It seemed like a good choice to have a barbecue lunch before going on the road.
Peng Fei sped up his movements. After peeling off a whole piece of blue sheep skin, he took off a whole hind leg weighing about twenty kilograms and threw it to the white lion.
Seeing the white lion enjoying its prey, Gyatso, Suonan and others, under Zhuang Rui's call, each took out their Tibetan knives and began to break down the mutton.
There was a clear stream in the mountains. The decomposed mutton was taken to the stream by two little nurses, washed, and then strung up with thick shrub branches.
Several other male doctors also enthusiastically started to collect dry firewood to start a fire. They dug a not very deep hole in the rock-free ground and built a shelf with a few rocks.
For ***, a nomadic people, barbecue in the wild is almost an innate skill. After just ten minutes, a bonfire was lit on a flat hillside near the stream, and the strings were cut into pieces.
The mutton was hung up.
Gyatso is a person who travels all year round. Even when he goes to the mountains, he actually carries barbecue materials with him, a mineral water bottle filled with cooking oil, and a small brush, which is constantly stained with oil.
on mutton.
The mutton was roasted and changed color quickly, and the low oil stains fell on the fire, making a "sizzling" sound, and a rich aroma came to the nostrils. Suonan was holding cumin and chili powder beside him, and sprinkled it on
On top of the golden mutton.
"Okay, let's eat while it's hot. Rock mutton is a delicacy that you can't usually eat..."
A piece of oil paper or a plastic bag was laid out in front of each person. Gyatso skillfully used a knife to place pieces of mutton in front of each person. The aroma made the white lion beside him, who had already eaten and drank enough, couldn't help but twitch his nose.
.
Some meat rolled off the oil paper and fell onto the grass. The doctors didn't care, stuck a knife on it, and started eating directly. Compared to eating elegantly with knives and forks in a big hotel, this scene was undoubtedly more generous.
It whets one's appetite.
"Delicious!"
Zhuang Rui took a bite of the golden mutton and almost swallowed his tongue. The delicious taste was something he had never tasted before.
I don’t know how Gyatso did it. This roasted mutton has no mutton smell at all. The meat is tender and crispy, slightly spicy in the mouth, and even has a faint fragrance.
It's a pity that yesterday's Maotai wine was finished, and only the highland barley wine brought by Laba Tsering was available. Although he couldn't get used to the taste of this wine, Zhuang Rui still drank almost half a catty of mutton.
After more than an hour, these 11 people actually ate a full 40 to 50 kilograms of mutton, leaving only a mutton skeleton.
In the end, Gyatso even drank the sheep brain, which was originally meant to be given to Zhuang Rui, but Zhuang Rui really couldn't enjoy the treatment and finally took advantage of Gyatso.
With food in their bellies, they were not tired from work. On the way down the mountain, everyone quickened their pace. After crossing a canyon and climbing over a not-so-high hill, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon, and the Karma Village also appeared.
In front of everyone.
"This...is this Karma Village?"
Standing on the hilltop and looking at the village in the distance, Zhuang Rui couldn't help but have a picture of a landscape flash in his mind.
The clear stream meanders and merges into a small lake. Under the afternoon sun, it reflects bright light like a mirror, with blue sky, white clouds, snow-capped peaks and cliffs reflected in it.
The terraced fields in the mountains are filled with grains that are about to mature. After the breeze passes, waves of ripples are stirred up, like a string of fence sounds, which resonates with Zhuang Rui's soul.
There are about thirty or forty wooden houses, built unevenly on the shore of the small lake. From a distance, you can hear the sounds of children playing and the roar of Tibetan mastiffs.
The children who were probably playing in front of the door started shouting loudly when they saw Zhuang Rui and his group. Several adults came out from each wooden house and came over to greet them.
The leader who came from the village was an old man with gray hair. His face was covered with furrows and wrinkles, and the vicissitudes of time were reflected in it.
After chatting with Lhakpa Tsering for a few words, the old man laughed heartily, waved his hand back, and shouted a few words loudly. Following the few young people behind him, he immediately turned back and ran towards the wooden house, looking at the village.
Rui is a little confused.
But Zhuang Rui understood immediately. After several young people ran back to the village, more people came out of the village, some holding hadas in their hands, and some holding butter tea. They were here to welcome the distinguished guests.
At this time, words were already redundant. Zhuang Rui was surrounded by several people, and the enthusiastic villagers offered several snow-white hadas around his neck. The white lion also received the same treatment. The hadas on his neck were even better than those of Zhuang Rui.
Just a lot more.
Beautiful mountain villages and enthusiastic Tibetans. Although the journey was hard, Zhuang Rui felt that the soul here was extremely peaceful and there was no noise in the big city. This search trip was not as boring as imagined.
The Tibetans here did not understand Chinese at all. Zhuang Rui stood in front of the village and listened to their conversation for a while before being welcomed into the village.
Several Tibetan mastiffs that were roaring in the village immediately rushed over after seeing the white lion, but they just followed the white lion obediently. They obviously regarded the white lion as their leader, which frightened Zhuang Rui.
Jump.
After entering the village, Zhuang Rui saw two men in mountaineering clothes walking out of a wooden house. Judging from their appearance, they should not be locals from ***.
"Who are they?" Zhuang Rui turned to Gyatso and asked him, indicating that he should ask the people in the village.
"Hi, how are you..."
While Gyatso was communicating with the villagers, another person walked out of the house, but it was a foreigner with a high nose. After seeing Zhuang Rui and Peng Fei, he greeted Zhuang Rui and Peng Fei enthusiastically in Chinese.
"Hello...you guys..."
Zhuang Rui was a little stunned. He didn't expect that in such a remote Tibetan area and deep in the mountains, he could actually see people coming from outside, and there were also foreigners?
