After sleeping soundly for one night, after waking up the next day, the altitude sickness seems to be less serious, but the hangover is still very frustrating. This state certainly cannot go to the Grand Canyon or Pudacuo according to the original plan.
While looking for places to go, the owner of the restaurant came over with a few hikers. As soon as he entered the door, he gave a warm hug to Yang Zhao, Zhao Yinfeng, Heli and Mengsu (these four were the same as him) Fighting wine is the most powerful), and then said: "Let's go, come with me, today is the weekend, there is a meeting in Napahai, come and play with us!"
"But..." Yang Zhao smiled and glanced at Tao Zhuo and the others who were still pale.
"Altitude sickness? It's okay! Take medicine and oxygen cylinders, and just watch from the side. There is a grassland. Let's race horses. Let them eat, drink and have fun next to them, so they won't get tired!" the boss shouted boldly.
There are horse races, barbecues, Tibetans' own parties...
What are you waiting for!
Ling Qingyu was the first to jump up and shouted: "Go! We must go!"
A group of people drove to the Napahai Grassland in a car, followed the owner of the restaurant, the owner of the inn, and the owner of the racecourse with the hikers who came over after hearing the wind.
Napa Lake is actually a seasonal lake. The rainy season is not yet here and the water level is not high, but the vast Yila Grassland next to it is the most beautiful time.
All kinds of flowers are blooming on the prairie, surrounded by snow-capped mountains in the distance, dotted with village houses on the blue hillside, and the smoke from the cooking smoke drifts leisurely with the wind. The cattle and horses scattered on the prairie are leisurely, a primitive scenery.
As the convoy passed through the grassland, the owner of the restaurant yelled loudly and drove the yaks, passing directly through the herd. After walking for more than ten minutes, the leisurely area on the grassland was replaced by noise.
It was a sea of joy, all kinds of tents competed with each other, and they were more eye-catching than those flowers. The crowd who came earlier had already taken out their belongings, barbecue grills, bonfires, and horses. The dark faces of Tibetans in colorful national costumes With a simple and cheerful smile on his face, he laughed and shouted loudly. Although the weather is still a bit cold, those tall and handsome Kham men are quite bare-chested and only tie their Tibetan robes around their waists. Their muscular figures, healthy complexions, and bold and unrestrained enthusiasm make everyone feel A woman's eyes can't see it.
Until Tao Zhuo muttered in a low voice: "I heard that the strongest and most capable people in the world are Kham men. I heard that they can work all night..."
Then the women were dragged back by their respective men, turned their faces away, turned their eyes to themselves, and tried hard to look like I was more handsome than them.
The owner of the restaurant and the inn also brought tents, and the horse team of the owner of the racecourse came early. They found an open space, set up their tents, and set up a grill outside. As soon as they were ready, they heard a sound Cheers, the sound of strings, and dances have already started by the bonfire in the middle.
The Kangba man pulling the strings sang a song that was as exciting as the sky, and the Tibetan girls in gorgeous costumes waved their colorful sleeves and danced in a colorful and passionate dance.
As the crowd gathered, more Khamba men joined the ranks of pulling the strings, and the thick and high voices formed a heart-stirring harmony, and as more and more people joined the dance ranks, the entire grassland was noisy stand up.
All the people danced here, and the horse teams who came to the competition over there had their top riders ride their horses and began to perform various stunts. Standing upside down, picking up objects, riding backwards, and changing horses, the riders are different from each other. The movements are more difficult than the other. Accompanied by the fast-paced string singing, the blood boils and screams.
The owner of the racecourse found Meng Su and asked him if he wanted to play too. Meng Su felt itchy and wanted to agree, but then remembered the trouble caused by the war drum, so he was ready to decline with regret.
"Meng Su! You go!" Ling Qingyu said with bright eyes: "It's okay, there are no tourists here!"
Meng Su's equestrian skills are really not ordinary, and he also likes horses. He remembered that after his big black horse had an accident in that sandstorm, he specially built a grave for that horse.
"Go!" Yang Zhao also nodded.
"Brother, come on! Let them see our abilities!" Fang Fang and Dong Ting shouted, pulling their necks.
"Then I'm going to play?" Meng Su looked at Ling Qingyu with a smile, saw her nod sharply, took off her coat, and flew onto the horse brought by the owner of the racecourse.
That horse was ridden by him a while ago, even though it was only two hours, he had already cultivated a tacit understanding, after a little familiarity, he clamped his legs and joined the ranks of the competition.
This party was originally a gathering of locals, and there were very few outsiders. Now when a Han man joined in on horseback, the people next to him laughed kindly, and the rider reminded him that this was not a joke. will get hurt.
The only laughter is seeing the Han people who are not inferior to them in stature, not inferior to them, nor inferior in appearance, as if they are integrated with the horse, tossing upright, sitting on their backs, up and down, left and right, flowing smoothly like clouds and flowing water Harmony, and the horse was faster than theirs, and they cheered loudly.
"Damn it!" Fang Fang wiped his eyes, and asked Ying Shisan in a low voice: "Brother, is there anything else you don't know how to do?"
Ying Shisan smiled and glanced at him, but didn't make a sound. Only when he got to know each other better did he realize that these two guys are only 22 years old. Born by parents, is there anyone who indulges his own son so much? Liang Jiarong and Wu Kun are normal, right
Near noon, the dancing and dancing stopped temporarily, and the barbecue grills in front of every house gave off a strong aroma.
Everyone who comes to this kind of party is a guest, you can go to any tent to eat and drink, and you will welcome anyone to come to your place to taste the food, and being praised by others is the greatest satisfaction.
All the tents were full of laughter and laughter.
The restaurant owner takes advantage of his job, and he brings a wealth of raw materials. Ying Shisan's car has a grill, and when he puts the grill, he distributes most of the restaurant owner's raw materials.
When the aroma came together, the owner of the restaurant rushed over.
Let Ying Shisan and the others stay behind, and Ling Qingyu took advantage of Zhou Ziqing's rice bowl to go out for a few early wanderings. Once they leave, there will naturally be men who raised their defenses to the first level of combat readiness.
Tibetans are hospitable, as long as you pass by his tent, you will greet loudly: Come in and have some food, drink this cup!
Walking around, the women ate all kinds of delicious and unpalatable specialty foods, and the men...
Tao Zhuo's ostrich is almost drunk again...
The three of them looked at Yan Sanyan Qi Zhao Yinfeng sadly, brothers! Without such a thing, you three really only care about your own women! We are brothers, right? It's brother!
After dinner, people who were full of wine and food gathered on both sides of the track, and the highlight of the afternoon began.
race!
It's just a self-organized horse race. There are not many rules, and there are no group races. Hundreds of horses stand on the starting line with the knights.
During the meal, the owner of the racecourse whispered to Meng Su, Yang Zhao, He Li, and Zhao Yinfeng that the four of them were good horses, but the owner's best racer happened to be sick and absent.
After all the riders had gathered, Ling Qingyu learned from the people around him that this horse race can be bet on, so what else is there to say, of course he is betting on his own man!
Give each of the four people a pressure of 10,000.
Spectators in costumes crowded both sides of the starting line as if flowers were in full bloom. After the passionate music sounded, there was a sound of shotguns, accompanied by loud shouts from the men, and horses rushed out of the starting line. In the middle, he galloped away like the wind.
The horses started to run, and the off-road vehicles that served as referees also drove out, traveling back and forth for tens of miles. Although cheating is a shame that Khamba men absolutely cannot tolerate, supervision is still necessary.
It took tens of miles, and it took an hour to go back and forth. The audience scattered on the grassland again, took out mats and spread them on the grass, put butter tea snacks on them, and lay on the mats to bask in the sun and have a leisurely picnic.
Tao Zhuo ostrich Xiangxi directly slept on the mat, rested and sobered up.
The women felt restless and wanted to go out for a stroll. There were many beautiful Tibetan girls and boys in the party. Their appearance made them feel itchy, so they wanted to take a group photo with them.
As soon as Ling Qingyu proposed, Yan San directly suppressed her on the mat, hugged her in his arms, and said, "Don't toss too much, save some strength to play tomorrow."
Are you going to take a photo with the little girl or take a photo with those Khamba guys who are wearing less clothes than them in such a cold day...
Impatient with loneliness, the pedestrians played a game of cards, Yan Qi and Ying Shisan Yepo Cheng Jia also played a game, and asked Ling Qingyu to watch.
Naturally, I was upset that I could only watch but couldn't go out. They couldn't go out anyway, so the four women started a game by themselves.
Then, there was another scene on the noisy grassland.
Four women with white paper stickers all over their faces.
The Tibetans are hospitable, knowing that the four Han Chinese who participated in the horse race were also with them, so many people came to chat and watch their games. They were even more curious about the four women with white notes on their faces. Became the most lively group.
People who didn't want to watch came, Ling Qingyu and Huadong hurriedly picked up the card game receipt note, and took photos with those beautifully dressed Tibetans.
Tibetans are friendly and hospitable. Seeing that the four girls with white notes came here at noon, they took photos with them kindly and had a lively conversation. An old lady who was praised for her beautiful clothes wanted to take off her clothes Give them all those beautiful and brightly colored jewellery.
Ling Qingyu and Huadong were very greedy for those beautiful Tibetan clothes and jewelry, but they must not take them for nothing. When they were turning away, there was the sound of horseshoes in the distance.
The riders are back.
A group of people waited no longer to care about other things, and rushed to the side of the finish line to watch.