"Be careful where you step, this road is not easy to walk on."
Regardless of whether she understands it or not, I still try my best to remind her.
After saying that, I couldn't help but look back at her face.
Can't read more...can't read more...
Sherpas do not intermarry with Tibetans, and I don’t know about the Han people. I was walking in front alone, and I muttered in my heart: "If we take her to the experimental field..."
"No, no, this will definitely not work..."
"But what if I take it back to camp?"
As soon as I thought about it, Xiaoxuan's eyes suddenly appeared in my mind. They were red and red, like wild beasts. I was so scared that I gave up the idea immediately.
"Magazine!"
"Magazine!"
Suddenly, there was a woman's shout.
I look back.
I saw a Sherpa woman in her thirties running over with a worried look on her face. She was carrying a large bamboo basket behind her. Just looking at her face, she looked a lot like the girl in white.
"Mara!"
Seeing the two hugging each other, I suddenly realized.
It turns out that this is her mother. Her name sounded to me like "Mama Jane", but that's definitely not how she was written.
Her mother also recognized me and bowed to me repeatedly with her flashlight on. I immediately helped her up.
The woman said a few words of thanks to me (I guess), and then took her daughter to leave.
"Mara! (Mother)"
Calling her Magma is too hard to pronounce, so I'll just call her a little fairy.
The little fairy quickly ran up to me, took off the bamboo basket on her back, took out a small plastic bag from her arms, filled half of the bag of psoralen and gave it to me, meaning it was for me.
She just stretched out her hands with a smile on her face.
I took it and put it in my arms, and she immediately ran away jumping up and down.
"etc!"
She stopped and turned to look at me.
I rummaged around quickly, sweating on my forehead. I didn't have anything that could be given as a gift. I rummaged through my pockets and found only a shotgun, a knife, two hundred yuan, and half a pack of cigarettes.
An aluminum windproof lighter.
Gritting my teeth, I walked over and gave the lighter to her, and said, "Take it, this is my gift to you. When I'm done with my work and I'm free, I'll go to your tribe to play with you."
She accepted the lighter and left with the middle-aged woman, while looking back at me curiously.
Watching her retreating back further and further away, I felt a little empty. It felt like I was watching a cooked duck fly away.
I immediately shook my head and slapped myself in the face, reminding myself that business was the most important thing and that I should keep my head still.
Here’s a quick aside, I saw some people said that you can use vinegar to pour a cement tomb open, and some people said that you can use fire to boil it. That’s impossible. If you don’t believe me, just try it and you will know. Who can use vinegar to boil hundreds of tons of concrete tombs?
The cement block dissolved, and I immediately transferred him one million. As for burning it with fire, it was even more unreliable. I guess even if we cremated ourselves, we wouldn't be able to burn the cement tomb.
Then, fortunately, there was no danger, and I arrived at the experimental field around two o'clock in the afternoon the next day.
I went to the wooden house and reached out to knock on the door.
"Uncle Guo! Uncle Guo!"
"Uncle Guo, are you at home? It's me!"
After waiting for a few minutes, the door opened. When he saw it was me, Guo Qingzhong was surprised and said: "It's you, young man. Why are you back again? Aren't you a group of people in the mountains?"
"Uncle Guo, is there any cold water? Let me drink some water first. I've been running all night."
He pointed to the water tank placed in the corner of the room.
I ran over quickly, scooped out a big ladle of water with a wooden ladle, and drank most of it.
The cool mountain spring water rushed into my throat, and I felt better.
"Uncle Guo, yes...that's it. I heard that you have a hammer drill and a small generator here. Let me borrow them."
