Hearing that Su Rui insisted on entering the village, Zi Yang was a little embarrassed: "Although what you said is correct, the Tibetans all pay great attention to customs and etiquette. Since they don't let us live, then we can't live it. It definitely won't work."
Zi Yang was very worried that Su Rui, like Alexander in the desert, would take risks for scientific research.
"Yes, yes, you must respect local customs, and you can't ride on people's heads and shit. Besides, I think those people are irritable, not easy to provoke, not easy to provoke." Lao Wang also began to retreat.
"Of course you can't force it, but there are always other solutions."
Su Rui drew circles on his temples with his fingers, as if thinking hard. After a while, his eyes lit up and said to everyone, "Go down, go down!"
Everyone looked blank.
Su Rui pushed and pulled Lao Wang, Zi Yang, Xiao Hei, including A Chong and Qing Wen, all out of the car. In the eyes of everyone, he took a bunch of things from the rear compartment and stuffed it into the car. Then he said, "Everyone turned their heads, no peeking!"
Everyone didn't know, but Su Rui didn't seem to be joking. They can only stand in rows, with their backs to the car, and staring in the direction of the village.
In the dim night, I saw a few figures patrolling at the entrance of the village, seemingly still watching everyone.
After a while, there was no response from behind. Lao Wang said dissatisfied: "When is it, still playing tricks."
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he shouted again: "I'm hungry!"
"Okay, turn your head." Su Rui's voice behind him was slightly mischievous.
Everyone looked back and saw that Su Rui had changed a set of Tibetan clothes. A string of sardonyx dzi was hung around his neck, and a string of pendants was crowned on his head. She wore a snow-white Tibetan robe, and she wore a wide, chic and unrestrained body, set off his bright eyes and white teeth, and smiled like a flower.
Folding the skirt with both hands, posing in a dancing posture, naughty and authentic, "How are you like? Are you like a Tibetan?"
Lao Wang rubbed his chin and looked at it: "Well, it's not like it, how can Tibetans be as beautiful as you!!"
Su Rui said, "I changed into Tibetan attire and used Tibetan etiquette to contact them. Do you think they will be more acceptable
Isn’t there a Chinese saying that slaps people without slapping smiley faces? I'm so respectful, they shouldn't have the heart to turn me out, right? "
Zi Yang said, "That's what I said, but you, a big girl like a flower and jade, who doesn't even know what is going on in this village, so she rushed into the hinterland..."
"So, you have to accompany me in!"
"I… "
"Fortunately, I bought a few sets of Tibetan clothes in Lhasa. I originally wanted to use them as souvenirs. This will come in handy. Why, would you not accompany me?"
Su Rui couldn't help but pushed Zi Yang into the car, "Hurry up, hurry up, it will be dark soon."
Zi Yang stepped on the crossbar and firmly supported the door with one hand. He turned his head and faced the people seriously, and said slowly and quietly, "Everyone, please turn around."
"Hey, a big man, he's still so particular." Even though he said so, Su Rui turned around and shrugged his shoulders with a smile.
Zi Yang changed into Tibetan clothes, concealed boots, put on a Zang hat, and slapped his arms like an old hen. "What size clothes do you buy? I'm wearing loose clothes. It doesn't match!"
Su Rui smiled and bent over, "You don't need to put on Tibetan clothes like this."
Speaking, walked up and tucked the fat outer flap into the waist.
Zi Yang stretched out his hands and silently watched Su Rui fiddling with him. In memory, this is the second time she has helped herself to dress.
After getting dressed, Su Rui looked at Zi Yang and said, "Yes, like a Tibetan guy. From now on, we will be siblings."
Zi Yang protested, "Isn't it supposed to be a husband and wife? Ao, Lao Wang, isn't it?!"
Su Rui gave him a white look, "You want to be beautiful!"
Lao Wang smirked next to him: "Yes, ugly men match beautiful women, flowers and cow dung, it is indeed more reasonable for couples."
Su Rui took out a white hada from his luggage, held it respectfully with both hands on his chest, nodded and raised his chest, and said to Zi Yang, "Wait a minute, I will be responsible for communication, you are responsible for drinking tea and wine, listen now My password, one two three, go."
Lao Wang shouted behind him, "I haven't eaten yet, hey, I haven't eaten yet!"
The two slowly approached the entrance of the village. Zi Yang was nervous. Theoretically, he would not slap the smiley, but his inconsistent attire would make people see evil fires and emotional out of control. . .
The leading middle-aged man put his arms around his chest and watched the two approaching coldly.
Su Rui respectfully handed Hada up, saying "Tashi Delek" in her mouth.
The middle-aged man did not answer, looked at Su Rui suspiciously, then turned to whisper a few words to a young man next to him, and then the young man rushed back to the village.
After a while, a skinny old man appeared at the entrance of the village, in his sixties and seventies, his skin had been tanned by the sunlight on the plateau, and his face was full of wrinkles.
Su Rui was more respectful, with his head lowered and his hands up, Hada sent to the old man.
The old man took Hada, and said in a desolate voice: "Tashi Delek."
Su Rui's face was overjoyed and replied: "Tashi Delek Shu (Fourth Tone)"
The old man nodded and handed Hada to the middle-aged man, who respectfully accepted it.
The old man turned around and motioned for Su Rui and others to follow. The two walked deep and shallow behind the old man, and Zi Yang touched Su Rui's hand, motioning her to pay attention to her surroundings.
The old man led everyone to a building built on earth and stone, opened the door and bowed his head in.
The two went in and saw a huge carpet spread in the middle of the room, and an old woman with a square scarf on her head was pinching glutinous rice cakes in a bowl.
The old man whispered a few words to the old woman, and the old woman nodded to the two. "Tashi Delek."
Zi Yang followed Su Rui in reply and replied: "Tashi Delek Shu"
The old man motioned Su Rui to sit down with Zi Yang. Su Rui sat on the left hand of the old man, Zi Yang naturally sat on Su Rui's hand. The old man rolled his eyes and glanced at Zi Yang.
After the two of them sat down, the old man began to talk with Su Rui in Tibetan, and the two asked and answered each other.
After a while, the old woman came out carrying a tea table and placed it in front of everyone.
The old woman placed the polished porcelain bowl in front of the two of them, raised the teapot and shook it a few times, then filled the butter tea with her hands and gave it to Su Rui.
He filled the bowl in front of Zi Yang again. Zi Yang happened to be a little thirsty. He picked up the tea bowl in front of him and drank it, folded his hands and nodded to the old woman in thanks. But found that the old woman's face had changed.
Looking up to see the old man frowning, Su Rui winked at himself nervously, wondering if my attitude was not respectful enough
Su Rui held the tea bowl with both hands and placed it beside her mouth for a few drinks, then put half of the bowl of tea back on the table. The old woman refilled her, but ignored the empty bowl on Zi Yang's side.
Su Rui whispered a few words to the old man, the old man nodded, and raised his hand to signal the old woman to add tea to Zi Yang.
Su Rui picked up the tea bowl and signaled Zi Yang to learn from him, so he poured and drank. After drinking three bowls, the old woman took the tea cup with satisfaction. The old man whispered a few words with Su Rui and got up and went out.
Seeing the old man disappearing at the door, Zi Yang said softly, "Why did they look so ugly when I drank tea just now."
Su Rui whispered to Zi Yang, "Tibetan custom, butter tea must be served to you by the owner before you can drink it, and it cannot be drunk in one sip. You have to taste it slowly, and wait until the owner fills it up halfway, and then drink it slowly. … You remember a key, three mouthfuls and one bowl.
To respect tea, you must drink three bowls in a row. Drinking only one bowl is disrespectful, Zang Yan said: One bowl becomes an enemy!
Drinking like yours is a very impolite behavior. "
Zi Yang scratched his head and said, "It's over, did the old man go out and find someone to beat me up?"
Su Rui said with a smile, "No, he went out to greet people. They will use Tibetan etiquette to receive us-don't be the old man, they are the patriarch in this ●31 novel app download address ●, called Luorong Dengpa. "
Zi Yang said, "Okay, good communication skills, just a few bowls of tea, has changed from refusing to pick up guests to hosting a banquet
However, if Tibetans entertain guests as if women can’t sit at the main table, shouldn’t you stand behind me and wait on me? "
Su Rui said, "The people here still have contact with the outside world, so they can also accept some customs of some foreigners. Moreover, I respect them so much, and Luorong Demba still treats me as a guest."
After a while, several elders came into the house one after another, all of whom appeared to be highly respected elders in the village. In the end, the middle-aged man who blocked them at the entrance of the village also followed.
Several Tibetan women brought out plates of steaming beef and mutton, and a large pot of barley wine.
The crowd sat around, the middle-aged man poured a glass of wine from the jug, held the wine glass in both hands and raised it over his head, and toasted to Luorong Demba. Luorong Demba took the wine glass with both hands and held it with his left hand. The ring finger of his right hand was in the glass. Dip it in one medium, bounce it into the air, repeat three times, and then drink a toast.
Su Rui gently explained to Zi Yang, "I will observe carefully and follow me to learn."
Zi Yang nodded, looked at Luorong Demba nervously, and quietly asked Su Rui what he was doing.
Su Rui said: "Tibetans attach great importance to toasting etiquette. Playing the wine three times is to worship the gods of heaven and earth and pray to the Three Jewels of Buddha, Dharma, and Sangha. ."
After Luorong Demba took a sip of wine, the middle-aged man respectfully refilled him, and Luorong Demba drank it again, and finally drank the full wine for the third time. Pass the wine glass to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man filled the glass again, looked at Zi Yang, and offered his hands to Su Rui beside Luorong Demba.
Zi Yang thought it would be unhygienic not to change glasses.
Su Rui didn’t mind, and respectfully took it over, dipping his right ring finger in the wine and playing the wine three times in the air, gently chanting "Tashi Del Pingsongcuo", "Amaba Zhugong Kangsang", and "Ding Duode" in his mouth. Watuba Show!".
The old man nodded appreciatively. After Su Rui finished his three sips, the middle-aged man toasted Zi Yang. Zi Yang learned how to play the wine three times to worship the gods, the gods, the Buddha, and the monks, and then finished the drink with three sips.
The middle-aged man made a toast clockwise around the table, and Zi Yang quietly said to Su Rui, "I drink every glass of wine like this? Then when do I have to eat this meal?"
Su Rui also quietly said, "After the first round of respect, you can feel free to do it."
Zi Yang nodded and said, "That's okay, that's okay, but this place seems to be quite poor, and people don't pay much attention to it. You see so many people use a wine glass."
Su Rui said, "Sharing wine glasses is the greatest sincerity to us. Only those who are close to each other like a family can share wine glasses, and sharing wine glasses with you appears to be an outsider, which shows that Luorong Demba has a good impression of us."
"Ao Ao Ao" Zi Yang nodded hurriedly.
Listening to Su Rui whispering quietly in his ear, and a warm breath of wine scented on his neck, Zi Yang felt unspeakably comfortable.
Su Rui said, "You drink very moderately. This kind of highland barley wine has a very low alcohol content. You only drink this. You see your blushing is the same as a monkey... Guan Gong."
Zi Yang touched his face unconsciously, and it was really hot.
After the first round of drinking, everyone began to grab the beef and mutton on the plate. Zi Yang was also hungry, took a bite and chewed it a few times. It seemed that there was no taste, as if there was no salt.
Su Rui and Luorong Demba were toasting each other while chatting in a low voice.
I probably saw that Zi Yang was not strong enough to drink, and the other few did not persuade him to drink anymore. They all ate the meat silently. Everyone seemed to be in a low mood, and the atmosphere was a bit dull. The middle-aged man frowned, as if If there is something on my mind, I keep forgetting outside the house and seem to be worried about something.
This awkward dinner party ended in about an hour, and everyone got up to bid farewell to the old man.
The old man ordered the middle-aged man to send Zi Yang and Su Rui back. Although he banqueted them with high standards, he still didn't intend to stay overnight.
The night outside was very dark. Although there was a moon, there seemed to be a thin layer of fog in the sky. The village was quiet and unusual.
There is no entertainment in this place at night. It is estimated that everyone will fall asleep as soon as it gets dark, Zi Yang thought.
As Su Rui walked slowly, she communicated with the middle-aged person in a low voice, she said three things, and the middle-aged person responded with one sentence.
When they arrived at the entrance of the village, the middle-aged man watched the two walk away and turned back.
Lao Wang and others have set up a tent by the car and lit a bonfire. Seeing the two came back, they hurried up and asked, "How is it? Fuck, drinking! Damn, have a big meal? Did you pack it? come back?"
Turning around on Zi Yang, there was nothing in his robe, which was disappointing.
Zi Yang pushed away his hand and said, "Go away, I'm drunk, don't make me drunk crazy."
Putting away Lao Wang's entanglement, he secretly cried out ashamed, and became so drunk after a few sips. It was too useless to get on the stage, and I don't know what Su Rui thought of this matter.
Old Wang said in a weird manner, "I'm afraid it's because alcohol isn't intoxicating and everyone is drunk?"
The words were full of resistance. It seemed that the instant noodles were not full, and they were indeed very hungry. The two of them went to drink and eat meat and returned without saying anything. They also showed their faces, not enough brothers!
Su Rui sat down by the bonfire, rubbing his hands and said, "The patriarch in the village is very polite to us. It is not as difficult to communicate as expected. However, he did not reveal anything useful, but told us very euphemistically. A ceremony is held, so it is inconvenient to let outsiders in, for fear of offending the gods."
"that's it?"
"I told him that Zi Yang is me... fiance, we have to go to the mountain to worship, pray for the blessings of the gods, and fulfill our wishes. Please help us to point us to the nearest mountain or temple."
While talking, Zi Yang snickered.
Zi Yang blushed.
"Yo-yo-yo, did the old man tell you that a flower shouldn't be stuck on the cow dung, this guy is not worthy of you, let you change as soon as possible?" Lao Wang said sourly beside him.
"The patriarch told me that there are no temples nearby. It's just that there is a lama temple far away, and usually no one goes to it. The old man also told me that the climate in this area changes a lot, and the weather may get more and more in a few days. Bad, advise us to leave early."
Everyone forgot to glance at each other. The supplies brought by the team were not very sufficient. If the weather is really bad, it would be really difficult to handle.
"I also talked to the middle-aged uncle about the situation here. They have lived here for thousands of years. Before liberation, they worked and worked for the chieftain. After liberation, they mainly lived by grazing. This place is not a regular tourist route. Basically, few outsiders pass by."
Zi Yang said every word, "Basically, there are very few, but there are still."
Su Rui nodded and said, "Well, if I ask others, the uncle is not willing to pay attention to me."
Everyone was a little disappointed, but it was just a remote tribe, and it seemed that there was no unexpected surprise.
Zi Yang said suddenly, "When I entered the village just now, I reminded you to look around, did you notice?"
Su Rui said: "I really didn't pay attention. It is actually impolite for guests to look around—have you found anything?"
Zi Yang nodded with a sullen face, "Well, there is a red clay pot with a white hada around the door of several houses."
Su Rui tilted her head and thought, "I seem to be a little impressed when you say that-it's really weird."
Old Wang said: "What's so strange?"
Zi Yang said: "When we passed the burial ground during the day, Su Rui said that the clay pots surrounding Hada were used by the mortal to be eaten by the souls. In other words, the clay pots are still here. , Has not gone to funeral. There should be dead people in the house.
I have counted this small village. There are no more than 300. If there are 4 people in each household, it will be 1200 at most. How can such a small ethnic group have such a concentrated death? And there are so many dead bodies in the burial ground more than a dozen miles away, and quite a few of them have only been hung up recently. "
After listening to Zi Yang's analysis, everyone felt a little creepy.