Dorji, whose full name is Dorje Baren, is about sixty to seventy years old. His dark face is covered with wrinkles, and his gray hair makes the old man look full of vicissitudes of life.
When we walked into the yard, Mr. Duoji was picking meat in the yard.
Li Dong smiled and took a few steps forward and said, "Mr. Duoji, do you still remember me?"
Mr. Duoji didn't speak, he just raised his eyes and glanced at Li Dong. There was no emotion in his eyes, but Li Dong couldn't help but take a half step back.
Li Dong felt a little embarrassed, smiled and then said: "Have you forgotten? I came to see you yesterday to tell you..."
Li Dong only said half of what he said. Mr. Duoji suddenly stood up and strode towards the northeast corner of the yard.
Li Dong wanted to say something, but the big dog that had been lying aside suddenly started barking.
The dog was very big. Although it was not as small as the local Tibetan mastiff, it was not much smaller. Its head alone was the size of a basketball.
In addition, this dog is covered with black hair and has a mouth full of fangs that make people scared just by looking at it.
What's even worse is that this big dog's eyes are glowing red. Needless to say, it probably grew up eating raw meat.
The big dog kept barking for a while before Mr. Duoji said in a deep voice: "Erlang, shut up!"
Mr. Duoji's voice was hoarse, sounding like the voice of a long-time smoker.
This dog named "Erlang" was very obedient and immediately stopped barking. It just kept its front legs lying down and bowing back. If any of us made the slightest move, it would pounce and tear us apart.
Li Dong seemed to know how powerful this Erlang was. He didn't dare to move his feet, but he still said with a smile: "Mr. Duoji, what do you think these words are? Didn't we agree not to talk about it yesterday? Today ...How come you just...just..."
"What's wrong with me?" Mr. Duoji said hoarsely: "Did I say I won't be busy with you?"
While speaking, Mr. Duoji waved his hand and threw a bone in front of Erlang.
As if he had found a treasure, Erlang wagged his tail, picked up the bone and ran towards the eaves.
After throwing away the bones, Mr. Duoji threw the meat in his hand into a large wooden basin. Then he reached out and took out a fox from the cloth bag on the side.
This fox has a similar appearance and body shape to our common red fox, but its back is brownish red, its belly is white, and there are light gray broad bands on its sides, which are clearly distinguished from its back and belly.
Looking at the face of this fox, there is an obvious narrow light red muzzle, and the crown, neck, back, and lower parts of the limbs are light red. The ears are small, brown behind the ears, white inside the ears, fluffy tail, gray except for the white tip of the tail.
Li Xiaohong said in a deep voice behind a few of us: "This is a Tibetan fox, also called a Xisha fox. It is extremely cunning by nature. It is almost impossible to see it, let alone be caught."
I lowered my voice and said, "According to what you say, this old man is not simple!"
Xiong Ming said disdainfully: "Isn't it just catching a fox? What's so big about it? If I were willing, I could catch ten or eight of them! If you really have the ability, let me catch a snow leopard. !”
Perhaps he heard someone speaking ill of his master. Erlang, who was gnawing on bones, suddenly raised his head and stared at us motionlessly with a pair of red eyes.
I looked at Erlang's blood-red eyes, and I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart. I said to Xiong Ming in a deep voice: "Dali Xiong, you have to deal with this big dog beforehand!"
The bear understood me and didn't speak. He just swallowed silently.
We were talking in low voices, but Mr. Duoji ignored us and was just minding his own business skinning the Tibetan fox.
The Tibetan fox was not too big, only about forty or fifty centimeters at most. It was like a rabbit being carried by Mr. Duoji in his hand.
Mr. Duoji held a small knife in his other hand. He first made a small cut under the fox's butt, then he inserted the knife along the inner thigh and made a few light cuts on the left and right sides. .
Immediately afterwards, he took out a V-shaped knife from his waist, stretched the knife along the gap made earlier, and flew up and down along the muscle of the Tibetan fox. Lao Duoji's technique was extremely Quickly, the fox's skin was completely peeled off in a short time.
After Lao Duoji skinned the fox, he threw the whole fox into the large wooden basin next to it, and walked slowly to the few of us holding the leather bucket with one hand.
Li Dong greeted him with a smile. Just when he was about to speak, Lao Duoji waved his hand, telling Li Dong to step aside.
Li Dong was not embarrassed. He smiled and then stepped aside and stopped talking.
I looked at Lao Duoji, staring straight at me with his eagle-like eyes, and after a while he slowly said: "Are you Hu Tian?"
I did not avoid Lao Duoji's eyes, nodded and said: "Yes! I am Hu Tian. The main reason I came here is to ask you for a favor... "
I was only halfway through what I said when Lao Duoji suddenly waved his hand and interrupted me, "I know why you came to me... Decades ago, I owed you a favor to the Hu family. It's time that I It’s time to return the favor.”
Having said this, Lao Duoji handed me the fox skin bucket in his hand and said in a deep voice: "Take this, I will use it when the time comes."
I took the still steaming fox skin bucket and asked with surprise on my face: "What can this thing be used for?"
Lao Duoji said: "You will naturally know when the time comes."
After saying that, Lao Duoji turned around and prepared to walk into the house.
Seeing that Lao Duoji was about to walk into the house, Erlang, who had been chewing bones, suddenly raised his head and looked at us outsiders with a wary expression.
At this moment, Hua Muling, who had been silent until now, suddenly asked, "Old man, when will we set off?"
Lao Duoji stopped and turned to look at Hua Muling, then looked up at the sky. After a long time, he murmured: "The weather is going to change. Without further delay, I will pack my things now, and then we will Let’s go.”
After hearing what Lao Duoji said, Xiong Ming looked up at the sky, gritted his teeth and said, "Hu Tian, why do I think there is something wrong with this old man's mind?"
I glanced at Xiong Ming and asked, "What's wrong? You can speak ill of others behind their backs. You're not afraid of people letting their dogs bite you!"
Xiong Ming urged me to spit, and cursed: "I'm talking about seriousness here! Do you have any formality?"
I laughed and scolded: "Good guy, these words came out of your mouth without any formality, why do you feel so unreliable? You are such a good person, why did you say such a sentence?"
Xiong Ming pointed to the sky above his head and said: "I said this old man has a bad mind. The sky is so clear that it will change somewhere?"
Hua Muling suddenly interrupted: "Tian'er on the plateau is not what you think..."
As he said that, Hua Muling pointed at Xiong Ming's face, and then said with a smile: "They are just like your face, they can change at any time."
Seeing Hua Muling teasing him, Xiong Ming immediately pretended to be sullen and said, "Fourth girl, what you said is wrong. We usually have a good relationship, but you are talking about me like this!"
Hua Muling smiled and said, "What I said is the truth!"
I echoed from the side: "I raise my hands to agree with the fourth girl's statement, you can really fall out of love faster than turning the book!"
While a few of us were talking, Lao Duoji had already packed up his things for use. He had an oversized backpack on his back and a long baggage in his hand. He didn't know what was in it.
And behind Lao Duoji, there was also the big black dog named Erlang.
Old Dorje walked up to me slowly, looked at me and said, "Let's go!"
I nodded and said, "Okay!"
After saying that, a few of us jumped into the car without delay and drove towards the predetermined location.
There was no words all the way. After thirty minutes, Li Dong drove a few of us to a supply station called Gegasang on the edge of the desert.
This place is a civilian supply station, mainly providing food and drinking water to tourists who spontaneously explore or hike in Tibet.
The supply station is not big, it is an independent two-story building with a courtyard at the door.
There were two people inside the supply station, one old and one young. The old one was called Li Aiguo. He was in his fifties and was very enthusiastic. He greeted a few of us with a smile.
The young man's name is Li Xiaojun, his second son. He doesn't talk much. He just leans against the door frame with a bottle of drink and looks at us with some evil eyes.
A few of us ignored him, and after chatting for a few words with Li Aiguo, we got in the car he had prepared for us in advance and drove all the way to the depths of the desert.
