Chapter 63 Tibetan Guide

The market is on a small hill near the Burada Palace. There are small shops on both sides, with some incomprehensible Tibetan words, but looking at the goods placed at the door of the store, you can still tell what is sold.

Of course, due to regional restrictions, there are not many eye-catching things in the market in Tibet, just horn knives, horse whips, roast mutton, dried yaks, and various tourist souvenirs hanging on bamboo poles. But the good thing is that these things are exquisitely made and bright in color, and it is worth buying a few pieces. The enthusiastic boss will also present Hada to the generous guests to express their most sincere gratitude. It can be said that the guests are all happy.

Not long after Liu Dashao and his party left, they found a noodle restaurant to sit down. Fan Debiao said that the small knife noodles in this noodle restaurant are a great skill here. Barley flour is rolled with ice waterers on Tianshan Mountain, and with a skilled master sells it into a hot pot with a knife. It is not only lubricated, but also chewy. It is not a factory. The machine in it can be made. Another point is that the soup in this pot is cooked with beef bones, which is quite delicious and nutritious. When the noodles are ready, put them in a big bowl, drizzle some sauce soup, sprinkle some vegetables, and add a few chopsticks for barbecue. It really hurts my tongue.

After Fan Debiao's seductiveness, the greedy insects in everyone's stomachs are also eager to move. At present, they looked for tables and chairs and sat together happily.

The temperature in Tibet is very cold. In this season, the normal temperature outside can almost drop to more than 20 degrees below zero. Often, as soon as you pee, you will get ice and slag halfway. At this moment, the heat exhaled by everyone had long condensed into small drops of water, white, covering the sight.

There are a lot of people taking care of business in the noodle restaurant. In order to be afraid of the hunger of diners, the shopkeeper specially holds a hot water bottle and pours a cup of hot ghee tea for the noodles that has not yet eaten. In this weather, such a hot drink feels warm just by putting it in your hand. Rolling down your throat, there is an inexhaustible mellow fragrance.

Fan Debiao drank two cups in one breath, while Yang Weidong and Cai Qingchong tasted it one by one. From time to time, only Liu Dashao took a sip and put it down and frowned. It seemed that he was not used to it.

"What the hell is this? Milk is not milk, green tea is not green tea, yawning, why is there salt..." Liu Dashao sneezed, and the muscles of his cheeks were tightly held up.

The shopkeeper was not far away. After listening to his words, his smiling face immediately turned black. Fortunately, Fan Debiao saw that the opportunity was fast and lost a mistake, so he coaxed him away.

"Young master, didn't I tell you on the plane? Pay attention to the customs and etiquette of Tibetans. Fan Debiao lowered his voice and quietly pushed Master Liu's arm.

"You... You didn't say what this thing tastes like. I thought it was some kind of green tea, but you tasted it. It's strange, sweet, bitter, salty or salty..." Liu Dashao said with a bitter face.

"When you get here, now that you have taken a sip, you have to drink it all, otherwise people will think you don't respect them."

"Do you have to finish it?" Liu Dashao's eyes were black. He really didn't like this kind of sticky, yellow **.

"Drink it up!"

Seeing that Liu Dashao was a little reluctant to drink, Jia Zhuangyuan demonstrated it, and then explained it slowly. However, it turned out that because Kangzang is a high-cold area, it is more than three or four kilometers above sea level. Zangba, milk, ghee, beef and mutton are the staple food of Tibetans. In high-cold areas, it is necessary to consume high-calorie fat, but there are no vegetables. The rice cake is dry and hot. Too much fat is not easy to decompose in the human body, and tea can not only decompose fat, but also prevent dry heat. Therefore, Tibetans have created the plateau living habit of drinking butter tea in their long-term life.

Butter tea is to boil the brick tea in water, add ghee (butter refined from yak milk), put it in a slender wooden barrel, and beat it hard with a stirring stick to make it a milky liquid. Another way is to put the ghee and tea in a leather bag, tie the mouth of the bag tightly, and beat it hard with a wooden stick. Therefore, the configuration of ghee tea is called "da" ghee tea. It is a very laborious job for the hostess to entertain guests.

The reason why Tibetans like butter tea, rather than brick tea, is that brick tea is acidic, which stimulates gastrointestinal peristalsis and accelerates digestion. It is easy to be hungry if you drink it alone. You must add ghee or milk. If the conditions are good, you can also add fruits such as melon seeds to stir. In this way, even if the owner goes out to herd horses, as long as you leave. Have a drink before, and you won't feel cold and hungry on the way.

After listening to Jia Zhuangyuan's detailed explanation, Liu Dashao finally gritted his teeth and drank the cup of sticky matter with understanding, but during the whole process, the twisted eyebrows never loosened.

"Here comes the noodles, authentic Tibetan wild yak beef noodles." After a while, the shopkeeper finally delivered the five sea bowls late. Unexpectedly, the Tibetan young man could speak Mandarin. Although his mouth was not very clear, he could still hear a general idea.

He lowered his head and looked at the table. Although the color of the pattern on this side is ordinary, just smelling it makes people intoxicated.

"Little brother, how much is this?" Fan Debiao pounded his chopsticks on the table and said with a smile.

"Five bowls of noodles, a total of five yuan. The ghee tea just now is for the guests, not for money." The shopkeeper said honestly.

Turning over the bowl with chopsticks, Liu Dashao suddenly felt ashamed. This big bowl is worth the weight of the four bowls of beef noodles he ate in Hong Kong. Moreover, looking at this noodle, it looks good. The most valuable thing is that yak beef alone accounts for half a bowl. If it is placed in other places, you can't even think about it. It's really It's good quality and low price.

"Not bad, not bad!" Thinking of this, he nodded repeatedly.

"Guests from afar, eat well. If you want any other dishes after eating, call me again! We also have a lot of dim sum dishes with noodles. The shopkeeper said.

"Oh, are there any side dishes?" Fan Debiao's eyes lit up.

"Well, um, yes," the shopkeeper said, "There are dried pistachios, roast mutton kebabs, rice cake and so on."

"Well, you can take the money. If you have more, you can give us some snacks. More mutton kebabs. Haha, you don't have to look for the rest." Fan Debiao generously took out a green ticket of 100 yuan and put it on the table.

Now, 100 yuan is really nothing, but at that time, it was really not a small amount. And in remote areas, this amount is enough for Tibetans from a family of three to live for several months, and they still live a rich life.

The shopkeeper took it, and he was really dumbfounded. He didn't dare to answer for a while. Fan Debiao pushed hard to force him to accept it. It was said that the Tibetans were kind. After a long time, a few large pots of snacks were delivered. The shopkeeper even moved the shelf of the mutton kebabs in front of everyone to roast ready-made fresh mutton for everyone.

A large bowl of noodles, a large piece of meat, and a non-spicy barley wine, Liu Dashao did not frown. He only cared about eating with Yang Weidong, Cai Qingchong and others. Fan De was full of oil in his mouth until his stomach could not be stuffed with mutton kebabs, so he wiped his mouth and ordered the root with the shopkeeper. Cigarettes, bragging.

At this time, Fan Debiao's mobile phone rang. As soon as he answered, it turned out that the guide he had found here in advance had cleaned up. Fan Debiao saw that everyone was still not satisfied, and he wanted to look around the market more, so he simply asked the guide to come directly to this noodle restaurant to meet them and introduce each other, so as not to be embarrassed in the future.

After about a quarter of an hour, the guide came with a hippie smile. The guy was wearing a hideous jacket and his face was dark, but his eyes were extremely cunning, and from time to time, he showed a trace of light when talking.

"Bosses, my name is Bato, a native Tibetan. If you don't understand anything on the road, just ask me. You're welcome, hehe." The guide took out a pair of chopsticks from the chopsticks cage, wiped them on the sleeves, took a bowl of noodles handed over by the shopkeeper, and ate them like a whale.

"Young master, look, this young man is quite capable and energetic, isn't he?" Fan Debiao seems to be extremely satisfied with this Bato.

"Not bad, little brother, what did you do before?" Liu Dashao took a bite of the mutton kebab and asked intentionally or unintentionally.

"It's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning. I've done a few businesses in previous years, and I've lost money. These days, I'm popular to travel. I'm good at it, so I can make a living." Barto said, "But I'm not bragging. When it comes to Tibet, there is no place I'm not familiar with. The bosses invited me, which is absolutely convenient and worry-free."

"Oh, that's it! This time, we have to worry about our brother. Come on, eat a string!" Liu Dashao took a mutton kebab from the charcoal fire and handed it over.

"Thank you, boss" Bato took it with a smug, but he didn't see that at the moment he opened his palm, Liu Da Shao and Jia Zhuangyuan's eyes narrowed at the same time.

As if they were aware of each other's reactions, Liu Dashao and Jia Zhuangyuan turned their heads and smiled at each other.

"Brother Bato hasn't eaten in the morning, has he? Come on, eat more. Anyway, we order a lot of things, and it's a waste. Major General Liu handed the roasted mutton kebabs on the table to Bato.

"Boss, you're so kind." Bartoton felt embarrassed.

"Hehe, it's okay." Liu Dashao shook his hand, and then patted Fan Debiao on the shoulder: "Fatty, let's go. I'm a little full. Come back after walking with me."

"Good!" Fan Debiao didn't see the difference. He just thought that Liu Dashou really wanted to go for a walk, so he put down the food in his hand, said hello to everyone, and took Liu Dashou.

The two walked along the aisle and walked about 50 meters away. Liu Dashao grabbed Fan Debiao.

"Don't you want to stroll around? Why don't you leave?" Fan Debiao turned his head in surprise: "Go a little further, it's a souvenir shop. I'll take you to play. This store has a good reputation.

Liu Dashao didn't say anything. He lit a cigarette and frowned.

"Young master, what's wrong?"

"From the moment just now, I feel that you are a little strange." Fan Debiao was stunned.

Liu Da Shao didn't answer his words, but turned his chin away: "De Biao, is that guide reliable?"

"Why did you suddenly ask this question?" Fan Debiao was a little puzzled.

"Just say, reliable or unreliable!"

Fan Debiao was silent for a while and nodded: "It should be reliable!"

"What's wrong with his hand?"

"Hand... Isn't the hand a hand? It's become a paw." Fan Debiao went around for Liu Dashao, and he couldn't find the north directly.

"Idiot" Liu Dashao spit out a cigarette ring: "The second joint of the Tibetan's right index finger and the outside of the thumb have a thick layer of cocoon."

"The cocoon? What's wrong with the cocoon?

"The ageb is nothing, but appearing in these two positions at the same time can only explain one problem." Liu Dashao said lightly.

"What's the problem? You should make it clear!" Fan Debiao was so anxious that he scolded his mother. He found out how Mr. Liu learned this strange temper from the old man Jia.

"You should look at Yang Weidong and you will find that the position of the calledus in his hand is exactly the same as that of Bato. Mr. Jia also found this."

"What do you mean?" Fan Debiao's eyes stared.

"He has played with guns, and he is still a veteran." Major General Liu threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it fiercely with his shoes.

"Do you think an unemployed traveler will come into contact with military assault rifles?"

"This..." Fan Debiao's face turned pale: "Maybe the people in Tibet are fierce, and there are a lot of people playing with shotguns and so on. Maybe this. Anyway, in this place, gun management is a blank. Young people have a few guns, and they can still do it. Besides, don't you think this young man is very kind? Did you think too much?"

Liu Dashao nodded: "I hope so!"

"But our action this time is confidential, and you know everything else. I hope you don't get into trouble. You should also pay attention to it. There is no leakage of money! I've been learning from the big scorps for so many years, and I've learned it in my buttocks? After patting Fan Debiao's chest, Liu Dashao went back by himself.

Fan Debiao was stunned for a long time, shook his head, smiled bitterly, and followed.