The man who repaired the car is a Han nationality, but he grew up in Tibet. His name is Wang Heng.
As soon as he started repairing the car, Nima Zhandui and his family went out to make preparations for the move.
He piled the luggage he had already packed next to the car and drove on as soon as the car was ready to set up the tent at today's destination. And Tashi began to drive the livestock.
In nomadic families, most of the work is done by women, such as driving yaks, milking cows, and making dairy products.
Dairy products are an important source of income for Nyima Zandui's family. They will sell these dairy products to Dangxiong and even to the holy city.
Fresh milk is the raw material for making sweet tea, and after the squeezed milk is refined, the butter made can be used to brew butter tea. Therefore, in any restaurant, the price of butter tea is higher than that of sweet tea.
Chen Xing couldn't help much, he only helped with a few things.
In fact, he really wanted to learn to ride a horse, but Nima Zhandui didn't have time to teach him now, and Chen Xing didn't dare to sit on it by himself, so he had to give up.
He sat down next to Wang Heng and asked, "How did your family come to Tibet?"
He was lying under the car and spoke Mandarin very well.
"My grandfather was among the third batch of college students to support Tibet. After arriving, he lived in Damxung to unite the local herdsmen. My mother came here to do handicraft business and opened a shop. I can take you there later. Go take a look and take care of our business."
We had talked just now, and Chen Xing took his car back to Damxiong.
He yelled and said: "You are still a rich second generation, and you still repair your own car?"
"Haha, I sell motorcycles and I am friends with Brother Zhandui. What about you? How did you get here and stay here for one night."
"I'm just an ordinary tourist, but it was an accident that I came here."
"It looks like it was an accident."
"How to say?"
He climbed out from under the car to rest and said to Chen Xing:
"Brother Zhandui's lawn was often being plowed by people driving in, so he thought of a way to stop them and force them to charge every time they came in. After a while, tourists complained online, and those who drove in were forced to pay. There’s a lot less.”
"Ah? What if someone calls the police?"
"If outsiders don't know the situation, why don't the police know? Besides, those tourists are trying to evade fares to see Namtso, so they don't care if they call the police."
"Too."
He got under the car to repair it again and said, "I'll get it done right here. You go and borrow a motorcycle helmet from Brother Zhandui. He won't need it at this time anyway. I'll help you return it then." give him."
"okay."
Chen Xing stood up, patted the dirt on his pants, and went into the house to look for someone.
It takes half an hour to drive from here to Damxiong, and he doesn't dare to get on a motorcycle without protection.
The cold wind will definitely tear small holes in people's faces.
Ten minutes later, the car was repaired. Wang Heng went in and started it, then came out and shouted: "It's fixed, Brother Zhandui! It's not a battery problem!"
Nima Zhandui also shouted: "Okay, thank you, come and have barbecue tonight!"
"okay!"
He turned around and saw Chen Xing watching the horse, and said with a smile: "Let's go, you have to stay here for a few days anyway. When Brother Zhandui is not busy the day after tomorrow, you can ask him to teach you how to ride a horse. Anyway, he has nothing to do in winter." matter."
Chen Xing shook his head and said, "I don't know how long I will stay."
We have made an appointment with others to go to Mount Kailash, and we will do it as promised. It is not good to change our minds midway.
I hope Yu Jie will be slower.
Wang Heng took off his work clothes and put them in the toolbox, got on his motorcycle and said to Chen Xing: "Let's go, I'll take you to Damxiong for a walk, but I have something else to do. I'm going to eat in the afternoon." Come find you again."
Chen Xing went to get his luggage and sat on it with his helmet on.
The motorcycle was speeding along.
It's very cold in November, especially here in Damxung. It's even colder because it's close to the Himalayas.
When he first got off the bus, his hands were numb.
"Chen Xing, why don't you go to the souvenir shop run by my mother to buy something? Among other things, yak meat, saffron, etc. are absolutely authentic. If you buy more, you can get free shipping to your home."
"No, no, thank you."
He wasn't planning to go home soon, and the gifts he sent back didn't have a sense of ceremony, so he might as well bring them himself when the time comes.
"That's okay." Wang Heng got on the motorcycle very gracefully, turned on the accelerator and said, "Let's go now. I'll contact you later."
"good."
Chen Xing carried his travel bag again and walked on the very familiar main road in Damxiong.
It was here yesterday that he got into Xie Kaiji's car.
The restaurant where we eat is less than a hundred meters ahead.
He walked slowly along the street. The surrounding snow-capped mountains were like the moon in the sky. No matter where you went, they would always be there.
Chen Xing began to feel that this town also had a charm.
This place is too close to Namtso, but one is a remote city in the dust, and the other is a fairy lake that is also called a pearl among many scenic spots in the world. The contrast between the two fascinates Chen Xing.
There must be some secrets in this county that I don't know about, Chen Xing thought to himself.
As he walked, he was also looking for where to have lunch today.
Isn’t traveling just about seeing the scenery and then eating and drinking? When you come here, you can’t always look for Sichuan restaurants, you still have to eat local dishes.
There are many Tibetan restaurants. You don’t need to look at the name. You just need to look at the door of the store to see if there is a Tibetan-style fabric curtain. Then you look up at the signboard and you will see that it is a Tibetan restaurant.
Generally speaking, a restaurant with a lot of customers will definitely taste good, but with these curtains, Chen Xing can't see what's going on inside the store at all.
I found a random house and opened the door and went in.
There are quite a lot of people.
Everyone looked at Chen Xing in unison. This formation made Chen Xing's heart skip a beat.
What's going on here?
I went into a restaurant that was booked by someone else?
It was the waiter who came over to help Chen Xing.
"Hello, would you like something to eat? Here is the menu."
When Chen Xing sat down at an empty seat near the door, those people looked away and ate quietly.
The chairs in this restaurant are sofa-style, and you can sit very deep. It feels like two huge square chairs are spliced together. The table mats, tablecloths, etc. are all in the style of the outside curtains, and the colors are very bright.
Open the menu.
The first page shows two portions of hot pot, large and small. The prefix is Tibetan hot pot. The large portion costs more than 500 and the small portion costs more than 400.
Tsk.
This price.
It’s higher than other Sichuan restaurants outside.
Continue to look at the menu.
Lalam jelly, which looks like jelly, costs 58 yuan.
Kangba Hanzi (BBQ), 288.
lotus root saffron, 58
Secret shredded beef, 68
Yak sashimi, 228.
Why do you suddenly no longer want to eat Tibetan food? From the picture on the menu, it looks like the snacks you usually buy in the supermarket. If you tear them apart and pour them on the plate, the price is more than three times more expensive. Is it too easy to make money?
Vegetables are also very expensive, but the vegetables here have to be shipped from outside, so the freight is not simple.
Chen Xing ordered snowy yak paw (cow hoof), fried yak meat with sour radish, and curry potatoes.
Two meat dishes, one vegetable dish, and a serving of sweet tea.
Sweet tea is really cheap, costing ten yuan a pot. The boss said it’s been a while since she’s seen tourists come to her home for dinner, and she even let Chen Xing get a free refill after he finished drinking.
