Chapter 736 Gama Village

Peng Fei's reaction just now was very fast. When he saw the white lion chasing the rock sheep, he turned on the dv. Although the scene of the white lion chasing the rock sheep was not very clear, the picture of the white lion falling on the rock sheep was clearly recorded.

"Hey, don't get excited, don't get excited, no one robs you for food..."

Zhuang Rui funnyly passed the white lion's neck. This book network elite school guy has been protecting food since he was a child. It is food that can only be moved by himself, that is, if it were Ouyang Wan and the girl, the white lion would sting his teeth. Of course, under Zhuang Rui's several reprimands, he

After hearing Zhuang Rui's words, the white lion let out a low roar in his throat and turned back to bite the rock sheep.

"Xiaozhuang, wait, don't let it eat..."

Jiacuo, who retreated to the side, suddenly shouted when he saw the white lion ready to eat.

"What's the matter, Brother Gyatso?"

Zhuang Rui turned around puzzledly. This is originally the prey of the white lion, and everyone also has food. He doesn't want to compete with the white lion for food, does he?

"Can you let me peel off the skin of this rock sheep first, and then give it to the Tibetan masticada?"

Jiacuo is a little embarrassed, but it would be a pity if such a complete sheepskin was bitten by a white lion.

Wild rock sheepskin is strong and durable, and it can sew clothes and women's handbags. Although it is not as valuable as Tibetan antelope sheepskin, it is also a rare good wool, and one is about 1,000 yuan.

Zhuang Rui thought for a moment, bent down and put his arms around the white lion's neck and said, "Let Peng Fei peel it. He is familiar with the white lion. If it were yours, the white lion would definitely disagree..."

"All right, all right, all right. In fact, giving your white lion a leg of mutton is enough for him to eat..."

When Jiacuo heard Zhuang Rui's consent, he immediately smiled. The taste of the rock sheep was much more delicious than that of the cattle and sheep raised in his family, but the rock sheep was sensitive and difficult to catch, and Jiacuo did not expect to meet it here.

Peng Fei handed over the dv machine to Zhuang Rui, took his knife hidden somewhere, and began to peel off the sheep's skin, but his eyes looked at the white lion from time to time, for fear that this guy would be unhappy and give himself such a paw.

"It's a gong rock sheep, hey hey, we all have a lucky mouth..."

Except for the little lama Basang, everyone had a smile on their faces.

After hearing Jiacuo's words, Zhuang Rui also turned his head and looked at him. This rock sheep is much larger than an ordinary domestic sheep. It is more than 1.6 meters long, and its head is relatively small. His big eyes are half-open and half-closed. There are two long horns on his head, and the two horns are "v

The fur on the back of the rock sheep is slate gray, with a slight blue markings on it, which is very similar to the color of the rocks in the mountains. The abdomen and the inside of the limbs are white, and the front of the limbs is black. Zhuang Rui estimated that this rock sheep weighs at least 80 kilograms, which Yes.

"Damn it, white lion, you can do it. This claw is almost as heavy as the tiger's pat..."

Peng Fei seemed to have done this job before. He was very proficient in dissecting the rock sheep. After a while, he picked up the sheepskin to his buttocks. He touched the place where the white lion hit with his hand and felt that the bones there had been completely broken. Even if the white lion did not make up the last bite, the rock sheep could not

You know, like leopards and lions, they basically rely on sharp claws and teeth to bite their prey, but tigers usually use their claws to hit first. Like bears, the tiger's palm power can reach 800 kg. Generally, as long as they are hit, the prey will lose its resistance. Of.

If some zoologists see the white lion, they promise to make a request to Zhuang Rui to study the white lion. It can be said that the white lion is now beyond the scope of the Tibetan masturge's ability. In some aspects, its evolution and ability are no less than that of lions and tigers.

"All that, don't be wordy. Hurry up and finish the work. Let's rely on meat to eat..."

Zhuang Rui is really loveless about the air-dried meat he carries with him. Originally, he had no appetite. When he saw this rock sheep, he immediately changed his mind and had a barbecue at noon before going on his way. It seemed to be a good choice.

Peng Fei accelerated his movements. After taking off a whole rock sheepskin, he unloaded the back leg of a rock sheep weighing about 20 catties and threw it to the white lion.

Seeing the white lion enjoying his prey, Jiacuo, Sonan and others, under Zhuang Rui's greeting, took out the hidden knife they carried with them and began to decompose the mutton.

There is a clear stream in the mountains. The decomposed mutton was washed by two small nurses at the stream and strung it with thick bushes.

Several other male doctors also began to clean up dry firewood with great interest, and dug a not very deep hole on the rockless ground and built a shelf with a few stones.

For the nomadic people of freedom, wild barbecue is almost an innate ability. After just ten minutes, a bonfire was lit on a flat hillside near the stream, and a string of cut mutton was hung up.

Jiacuo is a person who walks outside all year round. Even if he wants to go to the deep mountains, he actually carries barbecue materials with him. A mineral water bottle is full of cooking oil, and there is a small row of brushes, which can't help but dip oil on the mutton.

The mutton was quickly roasted and changed its color. The low oil stains fell into the fire, making a "sizzling" sound. The strong aroma came to his nose. Suo Nan was holding cumin and chili powder next to him and sprinkled it on the golden mutton.

"Okay, let's eat while it's hot. Rock mutton is a delicacy that you can't usually eat..."

There was a piece of oil paper or plastic bag in front of everyone. Jiacuo skillfully put a piece of mutton in front of the person with a knife. The smell made the white lion, who had already eaten and drank enough, couldn't help shrugging his nose.

Some meat rolled down on the grass from the oil paper, and the doctors didn't care. They put a knife into it and ate it directly. Compared with eating elegantly with knives and forks in large restaurants, this scene is undoubtedly more forthright and appetizing.

"Good, delicious!"

Zhuang Rui took a bite of the golden mutton and almost swallowed his tongue. The delicious taste he had never eaten before.

I don't know how Jiacuo did it. This roasted mutton has no smell of mutton at all. The meat is fresh and crispy, slightly spicy in the mouth, and it actually has a faint fragrance.

Unfortunately, I finished yesterday's Maotai wine, only the barley wine brought by Laba Ciren. Although I couldn't get used to the taste of this wine, Zhuang Rui still drank almost half a catty of mutton.

After more than an hour, the 11 people actually ate a full 40 to 50 catties of mutton, leaving only one sheep skeleton.

In the end, Jiacuo even drank the sheep's brain. He was supposed to give it to Zhuang Rui. Zhuang Rui really couldn't enjoy this treatment, and finally made Jiacuo cheap.

It was not tiring to work in the stomach. On the way down the mountain, everyone accelerated their pace. After crossing a canyon and over a not very high mountain bag, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon, and Kama Village also appeared in front of everyone.

"This...is this the village of Gama?"

Standing on the mountain bag and looking at the village in the distance, Zhuang Rui couldn't help flashing a landscape picture in his heart.

The clear stream is winding and winding, convering into a small lake. In the afternoon sun, it reflects a bright light like a mirror, and the blue sky, white clouds and snow peak cliffs reflect it.

The terraces of the first steps in the mountains are full of grain that is about to mature. After the breeze, there are waves, like a string of sound, which evokes the resonance of Zhuang Rui's heart.

There are about thirty or forty wooden houses, which are unevenly built on the shore of the small lake. You can hear the children playing and the roar of Tibetan masturrs from afar.

It should be the children playing in front of the door. When they saw Zhuang Rui and his group, they immediately shouted loudly. Several adults came out of the wooden houses and greeted them this way.

The head of the village was a gray-haired old man with wrinkles on his face, and the vicissitudes of time were reflected in it.

After a few words with Raba Ciren, the old man smiled cheerfully, waved his hand back, shouted a few words loudly, followed several young people behind him, and immediately turned back and ran to the wooden house. Zhuang Rui was a little puzzled.

However, Zhuang Rui immediately understood. After several young people ran back to the village, more people came out of the village, some holding Hada in their hands, and some holding butter tea. This was to welcome the distinguished guests.

At this time, the language was already superfluous. Zhuang Rui was surrounded by several people, and several snow-white Hada were presented by enthusiastic villagers around his neck, and the white lion was also treated the same. There were only many more Hada on his neck than Zhuang Rui.

Beautiful mountain villages and enthusiastic Tibetans. Although they have worked hard all the way, Zhuang Rui feels that there is incomparable peace of mind here, and there is no noise of the metropolis at all. This journey is not as boring as imagined.

The Tibetans here don't know Chinese at all. Zhuang Rui stood in front of the village and listened to them talking for a long time before being welcomed into the village.

Several Tibetan mastmastes who were originally roaring in the village immediately rushed over after seeing the white lion, but they just honestly followed the white lion. Obviously, they regarded the white lion as the leader, which shocked Zhuang Rui.

After entering the village, Zhuang Rui saw two men in mountaineering clothes coming out of a wooden house. He should not be a native of Tibet.

"Who are they?" Zhuang Rui turned his head and asked Jiacuo, signaling him to ask the people in the village.

"Hi, hello..."

Just as Jiacuo was communicating with the villagers, another person came out of the house, but he was a foreigner with a high nose. After seeing Zhuang Rui and Peng Fei, he greeted them enthusiastically in Chinese.

"You... Hello..."

Zhuang Rui was a little stunned. He didn't expect to see people coming in outside and foreigners in such a remote Tibetan area?