Chapter 132 Feminine States

Everyone waited anxiously for Zhong Yueming's news. About an hour later, Peima's father came down and his hands were full of mushy powder. He walked to the door and washed his hands and told everyone, "The young man has a broken leg. He has been dealt with it. He is asleep. He should wake up tomorrow morning."

"Uncle, can his feet fully recover?" Zhou Xirui asked, which is also what everyone is most worried about, because exploration, which often walks on rugged mountain roads, can only be withdrawn if their legs are not good. Now Uncle Li and John have quit, the cat is dead, and the team can't lose anyone else.

As Zhong Yueming's best friend, he can especially understand his mind. This boy is no less adventurous than himself. It will really suffo him to let him return to his previous step-by-line life.

"Ha, don't worry, such a fracture may be really hard to say in other places. The young man is lucky. When he meets me, he will cure him." The uncle laughed, and his tone was quite confident. Such a positive tone made everyone's hanging heart down.

At this time, Zhou Xirui looked carefully at this huge living room. In fact, it should be a Buddhist hall. I heard Peima say that the size of the Buddhist hall is the symbol of a rich family. It seems that this family should be the richest man in this village. Sure enough, it is easier for medical practitioners to make money.

The hostess of this family, Pema's mother, is busy preparing food for guests in the kitchen. It is a kind of pasta that is fried in oil. After picking it up, it is a bit like a Chinese crispy fork. First, it should be used as a tribute, and then everyone can enjoy it together.

A local living Buddha knew that Chinese guests had come. He specially came in to say hello and began to recite scriptures. Villagers also came to the welcome ceremony one after another. The hostess immediately served a lot of small buckets containing drinks like rice wine.

This was also drunk by Bhutanese during the festival, and the villagers presented wine to the guests. Out of politeness, Zhou Xirui and several others tasted it.

The rooms were full of men chanting scriptures, while women stood outside and began to sing. They couldn't understand the content. I guess it was blessings and prayers.

At this time, a man with a rice bucket and butter tea came in and first served rice for the living Buddha, and everyone sitting there grabbed it with their hands. At everyone's kind invitation, Zhou Xirui also followed the customs and simply sat on the ground. It was a blessing for them to approach the life of ordinary Bhutanese people in this way.

The decoration of room supplies looks similar to that of China in the 1970s and 1980s. The hostess specially took them to her mother's house next door. Seven or eight people were at home. Everyone gathered around them and brought out rice wine. Zhou Xirui just felt that if he drank like this, he was afraid he would be drunk today.

Although they were speechless, their simple enthusiasm made Zhou Xirui feel at home and deeply moved by their hospitality and openness.

The novelty and strangeness when I first came here were quickly disappeared by the friendly and heartfelt smiles of the people here.

I don't know if it is unique to the alpine nation. Bhutanese have a magical calmness and humility. No matter your skin color or appearance, whether you are a foreigner or not, there is no difference between Bhutanese.

They neither regard you as a rich foreigner nor a suspicious outsider - in fact, they naturally regard you as one of them, which is probably an important reason why Zhou Xirui has a very good impression of Bhutan.

It was late at night, and the villagers went home one after another. Zhou Xirui and others went upstairs to see Zhong Yueming and saw that he had herbs on his legs and slept soundly. Pema kept applying special herbal water to his feet and hands, saying that her father could open up the blood and not block the blood, so that the bone would be repaired quickly.

It is said that he had to apply hot compress repeatedly for several hours. Zhou Xirui was very sorry to see the sweat on Peima's forehead. After all, Zhong Yueming and this girl are not close to him. How can he be applied for so long? And if he applies it for a few more hours, it will be dawn. He said apologetically, "Pema, go and have a rest. I'll apply it!" Ha ha, it's okay. I know where to apply it. Go and have a rest!" Pema insisted. Peima's mother also came to ask Zhou Xirui to rest, so he had to thank him with gratitude and go to rest.

When the morning sun penetrated the window and sprinkled on Zhong Yueming's face, he woke up. When I opened my eyes, I saw Peima lying by the bed and falling asleep. Her well-defined face was so peaceful and pure. An unprecedented emotion penetrated Zhong Yueming's heart, and I couldn't tell whether she was grateful or a trace of throbbing.

He moved his foot and was unconscious, and there was a burst of ecstasy in his heart. In fact, he was also worried about his legs and was afraid that he would be disabled. He slowly sat up and gently covered a blanket on the girl. Peima suddenly woke up and saw that Zhong Yueming could sit up. She was very happy: "Are you feeling better? Do you want something to eat? I'll let my mother do it!" After saying that, I'm going downstairs.

"Pema, I want to go downstairs!" Zhong Yueming said that he wanted to go down to pee, but it was difficult to say it clearly. Don't go. Your injury hasn't healed yet," Pema frowned. I... want to go to the toilet." Zhong Yueming couldn't help it.

Pema blushed and said shyly, "Wait." She walked downstairs, took a delicate small wooden bucket from below, put it on his bedside and said, "You pee here. I'll go down first."

I'm a little embarrassed to see such a delicate bucket. Think about how to let a girl pee for herself later. But he really couldn't help it. After peeing, he shouted at Zhou Xirui, thinking that it would be more reliable to call this boy to pee.

Zhou Xirui rushed over without wearing his clothes. He thought something had happened to Zhong Yueming, but he rushed inside and asked him to pee, but when he saw that Zhong Yueming was much better, he was relieved and happily went downstairs.

Because he had to wait for Zhong Yueming to recover, everyone stayed here for a month, and Zhong Yueming's leg injury also slowly recovered. He was gradually able to walk downstairs with a stick. During this period, Peima has been taking care of him at home and making delicious food for him in different ways. Looking at Zhong Yueming's eyes, his eyes became more and more gentle. In the end, everyone knew that both of them were a little interesting.

But what puzzled everyone was that there was a young man named Zaxi in the village who often came to Peima's house to help work. Sometimes Zhong Yueming wanted to go out for a walk, and Zaxi would help him to walk nearby. People don't know why this young man is like this. Is it that the folk customs here are too simple? There are guests in one family and neighbors are coming to help, but it seems that no other villagers have come?

One day, Zhaxi helped Zhong Yueming come to his home to play. His family was also a relatively rich family in the village. Walking into this spacious yard, a cute puppy had been around Zhong Yueming's feet.

He looked up and saw a string of eggshells and wooden yang JU hanging above the door. Needless to say, this custom is like the demon mirror and gossip mirror hanging at the door of the Chinese people to exorcise evil spirits and avoid evil.

Zasi's father greeted him. His name is Dorji. He is polite and can speak fluent English. There are only four people in this family. Zhaxi's mother went to attend a local Buddhist celebration early. Zhaxi and a little sister also went with her mother.

While chatting, I heard Dorji say that Zashi's grandfather was a living Buddha in a nearby village (sounds like a profession). Zhong Yueming gratefully told Dorji that he was very grateful to Zaxi for taking care of him during this period.

Doji waved his hand and said, "You're welcome. Anyway, we will be a family in the future." Zhong Yueming puzzled what does this uncle mean? Doggie explained to him when he looked puzzled.

Originally, according to local folklore, after marriage, the man must "get into" the woman. The couple who has just become a mother-in-law really loses money and gives his good son to his in-laws. So, who will take care of the man's old man? The obligation to support falls on my daughter's shoulders. Of course, after a hundred years, the family's property must be recorded in the daughter's account.

If you don't have a daughter and only raise a son, you will admit that you are unlucky, which will become China's "absolute account". The father-in-law and mother-in-law who married his son-in-law have been reliable since then. Moreover, after the girl got married, she is still the "pillar" of the family.

Secondly, women hold financial power. Because women "marry and never leave the door" and are still in the special role of supporting people, they often hold the financial power of the whole family. Economic independence, thick arms, even in front of parents and husbands, it is the same. Husband is just a decoration handed down from generation to generation. If he is mediocre and has no ability, how can his wife give him a good face?

In some villages in Bhutan, there is even a phenomenon of a wife "husband". Generally, the wife has an "outer heart" and can completely please men again. As long as you let your husband know, you can find a person you like to go home. In this way, Bhutanese women can have several husbands at the same time. Under that kind of folk customs, is it okay for women to be disobedient when women are in control?

Pema and Zasi have had a marriage contract for a long time, but now Pema loves Zhong Yueming and refuses to marry Zasi. Zasi and Pema have been childhood sweethearts, so he is not married to Pema. Now I hope to have a good relationship with Zhong Yueming so that Peima can marry him at the same time.

It turns out that the custom here is like this. Zhong Yueming has a big head. It's true that he likes Perma, but it seems a little ridiculous to marry a man at the same time. After all, he is a highly educated person, and a man's dignity does not allow him to do so. Moreover, even if he marries Perma, he still wants her to go with him. , he can't stay in one place forever.

After listening to Dorji's words, he was silent. When he came out of Zaxi's house, Dorji chased him from behind and said a few words to Zasi. It turned out that he specially picked some fresh asparagus from his own land and asked Zaxi to bring them to the guests.