Although Tibetan herdsmen already have shelters, they have to move within a certain range for grazing. Some families still retain the custom of moving with the seasons. There are still scattered yurts deep in the Nagqu grassland.
In the afternoon of this day, in the distance of the grassland, the fire cloud dyed the sky into thick colors. Ze Yitong’s mother finally came back with her flock of sheep. The black spots appeared in the distance, and the person on the horseback must be her mother Dunzhu. .
"Mo la, mo la, look, grandma is back!" Ze Yitong's face was flushed from the plateau, and an old lady with braids came out of the yurt first.
As she got older and had bad eyesight, Ze Yitong's grandma squinted her eyes and forgot for a while, until the woman on horseback driving the sheep approached, and she recognized that it was Ze Yitong's grandmother.
"Dunzhu, you came back late today!"
The woman did not fall off the horse as usual, but waved from her daughter.
"Ze Yitong, help me."
Ze Yitong ran over and saw that there was a limp person behind Grandma who had nowhere to exert his strength. The whole person was on Grandma's back and was strangled by the whip, otherwise he would have fallen off.
The staple food of the herdsmen is milk and meat. Although Ze Yitong is young, she has a lot of strength. Even her trembling "Mo La" still has a lot of strength!
After helping his mother put the person on horseback on the ground, Ze Yitong realized that she was a very beautiful woman—the skin on her body was more delicate than milk, her long black hair was wearing a white dress, and she was stained with various stains. Less smudges. Pulling her hair aside, she found her eyes were closed tightly, her brows were frowning, as if she was still admitting great pain in a lethargic sleep.
"Grandma, who is she?" Ze Yitong found that the woman had nothing but neat clothes and a big pearl on her wrist.
Dunzhu was busy putting the sheep in, and didn't have much thought to answer Ze Yitong, "I picked it up by the lake. I don't know if it was robbed. I don't have anything to prove my identity."
Such a woman with a slender frame and fair skin doesn't look like a Tibetan. Dunzhu shook his head. This female tourist is really brave. She dared to go deep into the Nagqu grassland alone, hoping that she would not suffer any harm except money.
Seeing his mother busy, Ze Yitong slapped her hands, and a big dog that helped herd cattle and sheep rushed out.
With the help of the big dog, the little girl finally dragged the unconscious woman back to the yurt.
Her Mo La was cooking dinner, and Ze Yi, fellow head of the house, cleaned up the dirt on the woman.
Tsk, what kind of fabric is this skirt? It looks good and doesn't even stick to mud.
Seeing that the woman had nothing but clothes, she covered her body with a blanket and ran out to help grandma with her work.
When Ze Yitong returned to the yurt, the woman was still awake, and Mo La was cooking "Xiangzhai". Ze Yitong couldn't help swallowing when he thought of the deliciousness of "Xiangzhai". Only when her grandma Dunzhu is at home, Mo La will cook delicious food, because Mo La said that grandma is the pillar of the family, and she must make sure that she eats well.
Xiangzhai is to boil the potatoes to eighth maturity, then peel them, drain them, and cut them into small pieces. Mo La from Ze Yitong has finished the preparatory work. She is cutting the scallions now. The oil in the oil pan is already smoking. smashed in stone troughs,
Then there is the pasty curry powder, which is mixed with cold water, poured into the oil pan, and made into oil curry, which is also used for spare like scallions.
The mutton was chopped into pieces, fried in ghee, and kept in a pan.
Mo La stuffed the mutton on the pot, and made buttered tea by herself again. Zeyi was left to guard by the pot, so greedy to death. Cooking in Xiangzhai is too complicated. Ze Yitong hasn't eaten for two or three months. He misses the taste very much, so he is reluctant to leave the pot.
The yurt gradually smelled of cooked mutton. Dunzhu lifted the felt and entered. Mo La made the buttered tea and handed her a bowl. Drinking the fragrant butter tea, the tiredness of the day was relieved a lot. Dhondup turned his attention to the rescued woman and noticed that her face was flushed abnormally.
"She has a fever." I don't know how long this woman has been unconscious by the lake, but the water vapor must have chilled her body, which is why she has a fever. There was still some brown sugar at home, so Dun Zhu told Ze Yitong to finish cooking ginger and brown sugar water.
Ze Yitong jumped over and touched the woman's forehead, it was really hot. No matter how reluctant to leave the pot of mutton, he had no choice but to leave to cook brown sugar water.
Seeing that the mutton is almost stuffy, Mo La added potatoes, oil curry, salt, ginger, fennel, cloves, calli, Tibetan coriander and other miscellaneous seasonings, and stirred it with a small stick until it was cooked. It's ready to eat.
The three people in the yurt got busy, and Ze Yitong quickly poured down the brown sugar water for the rescued woman.
Because the rescued woman had been burned all night, Ze Yitong felt that the Xiangzhai for dinner was tasteless. There seemed to be only three women in this family, and only Dunzhu was the main labor force. Because there would be grazing tomorrow, Ze Yitong's Mo La drove Dunzhu to rest, leaving her and Ze Yitong to take turns taking care of the rescued women.
Ze Yitong stayed in the middle of the night, and the half-grown child slept well. Before dawn, she couldn't stand it and fell asleep, and was woken up by her Mo La in a daze.
It turned out that the rescued woman had already woken up, and Mo La was touching her forehead.
"My name is Ze Yitong. My mother said my name stands for olives. What about you?" Ze Yitong also went to school and can speak Huaxia Chinese.
The woman frowned deeply, "Name?... I don't remember."
The voice is clear and moving, and the mandarin is also very standard. Ze Yitong thinks that women speak nicely, but how can he forget his own name
Could it be that the fever burned the brain
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"Anal, hurry up, bring the heated milk!" Ze Yitong yelled at Anal, who was the woman her family rescued a week ago, because she forgot her name and didn't have an ID card. She also begged Ze Yitong's family to take her in temporarily, and Ze Yitong named her Anal for convenience.
Ana'er means pomegranate. Although she doesn't remember who she is, Ze Yitong found that she knows a lot of things, is strong, and is diligent, so Ze Yitong's Mo La and grandma like her very much.
Anar is like a new member of Zeyi's family. She has been slowly integrating into the family within a week.
For the convenience of her work, she braided her thick black long hair into two braids and hung them on her chest. After exposing her face, Ze Yitong said that she was more beautiful than pomegranate flowers.
Anar was holding a large pot, which contained steaming hot yak milk.
According to Ze Yitong's instructions, she poured the milk into a four-foot-high wooden barrel, which Ze Yitong said was a tool for making butter, called "Snow Dong".
A cow produces four or five catties of milk a day, and only one hundred catties of milk can extract five or six catties of ghee. This is a labor-intensive job, but there is no shortage of ghee in the herdsman's house. Ze Yitong's Mo La is old, and Grandma Dunzhu They have to graze again. Ze Yitong used to do the work of extracting ghee, but now Anar has taken over.
After pouring the steaming yak milk into the barrel, Anal began to whip it up and down hundreds of times before the oil and water separated.
The hard work made Anar's nose overflow with fine beads of sweat, and her small face looked like a shining gem in the sunshine of the grassland.
Slowly, a lake-yellow fat-like substance floated up in the bucket, and Ze Yitong scooped it up and poured it into the leather bag. After cooling, this is the indispensable food for every Tibetan, ghee.
The two worked together and beat four or five catties of ghee, which was enough to eat for a while, and Anar cleaned up the thing.
Ze Yitong found that Anar was very smart. At the beginning, she was kicked down by sheep when she went to milk the cows. Now she is like a herdsman girl who grew up on the grassland, doing everything smoothly.
"It's still early, shall we go dig wild vegetables again?" Anar put away the tools, took out a bag, and smiled at Zeyi.
Ze Yitong licked his mouth, his little face was full of joy. The pastoral area is no better than in the cities of Tibet. Highland barley rice cakes and meat are the staple food, and there is no rice, let alone vegetables. But since Anal came, there are often two delicious wild vegetables on the dining table of Zeyi’s family. .
Anal also knows a lot, and her cooking is delicious, so Ze Yitong is not willing to let her go.
Looking at the backs of the two, one big and one small, Ze Yitong's Mo La laughed in front of the yurt. Anar is not only a hardworking girl, since she came, the lonely Ze Yitong has a partner, because their whole family likes Anar very much.
In addition to waterfowl, a wild vegetable called "water celery" grows beside the clear lake in summer. Ze Yitong thought it was a waterweed, but Anar picked it back, scalded it with water, put some salt and ghee, it was very refreshing .
The two picked a bag of water celery by the lake, and Anar sighed as she looked at the fat fish in the clear lake.
She vaguely remembered that her own fish was delicious, but because of water burial, real Tibetans don't eat fish, so she didn't dare to bring up this topic, so she took Ze Yitong back after picking water celery.
Because it was still early, the two played on the prairie for a while. At this time, May had not yet passed, and Naqu prairie was full of flowers. Anar picked some wild flowers, skillfully wove a wreath, and put it on Ze Yitong's hair. She braided her hair again and wrapped it with flowers. Ze Yitong giggled and ran to the lake to reflect on the water.
Anar is good at everything, but she loves to be clean too much, and told her to take a shower and wash her hair in three days, Ze Yitong sighed, it seems that no matter how perfect a person is, there are also shortcomings.
As the sun was setting, Ze Yitong's mother, Dunzhu, had come back from driving her cattle and sheep. Ze Yitong took off his garland and yelled at her, and started running on the grassland, healthy as a fawn.
At dinner that day, everyone robbed the wild vegetables in Anar's salad.
Anar ate the glutinous rice cakes with sour water celery, and drank buttered tea when her mouth was dry.
She felt that this kind of life seemed to be far from the previous days, but Anar couldn't remember who she was and what kind of life she lived in the past.
In the middle of the night, she was suddenly woken up by the low temperature, and Ze Yitong was sleeping beside her. Anar had a dream that she came to the Nagqu Grassland, as if it was for an ordinary thing.
She cannot go home without finding such a thing for a day.
But what are you looking for? Anal caressed a big pearl on her wrist. This pearl gave her an inexplicable sense of security. Perhaps her identity depended on this pearl to prove her identity.
The night in the grassland was very cold, Anar shrank into the blanket, and fell asleep again in a daze.
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"Mo La" means grandma, not Ze Yitong's grandma named Mo La~(*^__^*)