Lady Lin’s First-ever Journey to Immortality Chapter 328: New member of Zeyi’s family
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Although Tibetan herdsmen already have housing, their grazing must migrate within a certain range. Some people still retain the custom of migrating with the seasons. In the depths of the Nagqu grassland, there are still scattered yurts.
This afternoon, in the distance of the grassland, the burning clouds dyed the sky a heavy color. Ze Yitong’s grandmother finally drove the sheep back. The black spots appeared in the distance, and the person on horseback must be hers. Ma Dunzhu.
"Mola, mola, look, grandma is back!" Ze Yitong's small face was red from the plateau, and an old lady with pigtails first opened the felt and got out of the yurt.
When she got older, she had poor eyesight, and Ze Yitong’s grandma squinted and forgot for a while, until the woman riding a horse to drive her flock was near, she recognized that it was Ze Yitong’s grandmother.
"Dunzhu, you are back late today!"
The woman did not roll off the horse as usual, but waved from her daughter.
"Ze Yitong, come and help me."
Ze Yitong ran over, and saw that behind her, there was another person who was weak and unable to focus. The whole person was on her back and was strangled with a horse whip, otherwise he would fall off early.
The herdsmen's staple food is milk and meat. Although Zeyi Tong is young, she has no strength, but she still has a lot of strength when she looks at the trembling "Mo La"!
Waiting to help grandma put the person on horseback on the ground, Ze Yitong discovered that she was a very beautiful woman—the skin on her body was more delicate than milk, her hair was black and she was wearing a white skirt , Stained a lot of stains. Pulling away her hair, she found her eyes closed, her brows frowned, she seemed to admit to the great pain while she was sleeping.
"Ama, who is she?" Ze Yitong found that the woman had nothing but neat clothes and a big pearl on her wrist.
Dunzhu was busy fixing the sheep pen, and didn't have too much thought to answer Ze Yitong, "I picked it up by the lake, I don't know if it was robbed, and there is nothing to prove his identity."
Such a slender and fair-skinned woman like this is not like a Tibetan. Dunzhu shook her head. This female tourist is really bold and dared to go deep into the Nagqu grassland alone, hoping that apart from money, she would not suffer any harm.
Seeing my grandmother busy, Zeyi slapped him together, and a big dog helping to drive cattle and sheep came out.
With the help of the big dog, the little girl finally dragged the unconscious woman back to the yurt.
Her Mo La is cooking dinner, and Ze Yi and the young master, clean up the dirt on the woman.
Hey, what kind of fabric is this skirt? It looks good, it doesn't even stick to mud.
She saw the woman's clothes alone, covered her with a blanket, and ran out to help the grandmother.
When Ze Yitong returned to the yurt, the woman was still awake, and Mo La was making "Xiangzhai". When she thought of the deliciousness of "Xiangzhai", Ze Yitong couldn't help swallowing. Only when her Ama Dunzhu is at home, Mo La will make good food, because Mo La said that her grandmother is the backbone of this family, and we must make sure that she eats well.
Xiangzhai, the potatoes are boiled for eight years, peeled, drained, and cut into small pieces. Zeyitong’s Mo La has finished this kind of preliminary work. She is now cutting the green onions. The oil in the frying pan is already smoking. Mo La puts the green onions down and fry them for a while, then remove them and place them. Mashed in the stone trough,
Then is the paste curry powder, which is mixed with cold water, poured into the oil pan, and made into oil curry, just like the green onion, it is also reserved.
The mutton was chopped into pieces and fried in ghee, stuffed in the pan.
Mo La stuffed the lamb on the pot and went to make butter tea by herself. Zeyi stayed beside the pot, greedy to death. Cooking in Xiangzhai is too complicated. Ze Yitong hasn't eaten it for two or three months. He missed the taste so much that he was reluctant to leave the pot.
The yurt gradually smelled of simmering mutton. Dunzhu lifted the felt and came in. Mo La made butter tea and handed her a bowl. Drinking the fragrant butter tea, a lot of the fatigue of the day was removed, Dunzhu cast his eyes on the rescued woman, and found that her face was flushed abnormally.
"She has a fever." I don't know how long this woman has been in a coma by the lake. There was still some brown sugar at home, and Dunzhu told Ze Yi to go and cook the **** brown sugar water.
Ze Yitong jumped over and touched the woman's forehead, which was really hot. No matter how reluctant to leave the pot of mutton, he had to leave to cook brown sugar water.
Mo Lak, the lamb is almost stuffy. I added potatoes, oil curry, salt, ginger, fennel, cloves, call, Tibetan coco and other miscellaneous seasonings. I took a small stick and stirred it until it was cooked. Daoxiangzhai is ready to eat.
The three people in the yurt got busy, and Ze Yitong quickly poured brown sugar water into the rescued woman.
Because the rescued woman burned all night, Ze Yitong felt that the Xiangzhai for dinner was tasteless. This family seems to consist of three women, with only Dunzhu as the main labor force. Because there will be grazing tomorrow, Mo La of Zeyitong rushed Dunzhu to rest, leaving her and Zeyitong to take turns taking care of the rescued woman.
Zeyi stayed together for most of the night. The half-year-old child was sleeping well. She couldn't help but fall asleep before dawn, and she was awakened by her in a daze.
It turns out that the rescued woman is already awake, and Mo La is touching her forehead.
"My name is Ze Yitong, and my grandmother said that my name represents olives. What about you?" Ze Yitong has also gone to school and can speak Chinese.
The woman frowned, "Name?...I don't remember."
The voice is clear and moving, and Putonghua is also very standard. Ze Yitong thinks women speak very well, but how can he forget his name?
Is it a fever that burned my brain?
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"Anal, hurry up, bring the heated milk!" Ze Yitong yelled at Anal. Anal was the woman her family had rescued a week ago, because she forgot her name and did not With her ID card, she also begged Zeyi's family to take him in temporarily, and Zeyitong named her Anal, which was convenient to call her.
Anal means pomegranate. Although she doesn’t remember who she is, Ze Yitong discovered that she knows a lot of things, she has a lot of strength, and she is hardworking, so Ze Yitong’s Mo La and Ama are very like her.
Anal is like a new member of Zeyi's family. Within a week, he has slowly integrated into this family.
In order to facilitate her work, she dangled two braids of her thick, black long hair and hung it over her chest. After showing her face, Ze Yitong said that she was more beautiful than pomegranate flowers.
Anal is holding a big pot with steaming yak milk in it.
According to Ze Yitong’s instructions, she poured milk into a four-foot-tall wooden barrel. Ze Yitong said that this barrel was used to make ghee and was called "Xue Dong".
A cow produces four or five catties of milk a day, and only five or six catties of ghee can be extracted from 100 catties of milk. This is a laborious job, but the herdsmen can’t lack ghee in their homes. Mo La of Zeyitong is old. Ma Dunzhu is going to graze again. Ze Yitong used to do the work of extracting ghee, but now it is taken over by Anal.
After pouring the steaming yak milk into the wooden barrel, Anal began to beat up and down, so hundreds of times, the oil and water would separate.
The hard work made Anal's nose overflow with fine beads of sweat, and her small face was like a shining gem in the sunlight of the grassland.
Slowly, a lake-yellow fat-like object has floated in the bucket. Ze Yitong scooped it up and poured it into his leather pocket. After cooling, this is an indispensable food for every Tibetan, ghee.
The two worked together, and they beat four or five pounds of ghee, enough to eat for a while, and Anal cleaned up the guy.
Ze Yitong found that Anal was very smart. When she first went to milk her, she would be kicked down by the sheep. Now she is like a herder girl who grew up on the grassland. She is very comfortable doing everything.
"It's still early, shall we go digging for wild vegetables?" Anal put the tools in, brought out a pocket, and Okinawa smiled.
Ze Yitong licked his mouth, his small face was full of joy. Pastoral areas are no better than Tibetan cities. Highland barley meat is the staple food. There is no rice, let alone vegetables. However, since Anal came, Zeyi’s family table often has two delicious wild vegetables. .
Anal knows a lot and cooks deliciously, and Ze Yitong is not willing to leave her.
Looking at the backs of one big and one small, Zeyitong's Mo La laughed in front of the yurt. Anal is not only a hardworking girl, since she came, the lonely Ze Yitong has had a partner, because the whole family likes Anal very much.
In addition to the waterfowl on the clear lake, a wild vegetable called "water celery" grew in summer. Ze Yitong thought it was a waterweed, but Anal picked it back, blanched it with water, and added some salt and ghee. , Very refreshing.
The two picked a bag of cress by the lake. Anal sighed as he looked at the fat fish in the clear lake.
She vaguely remembered that making fish by herself was delicious, but because of water funerals, the real Tibetans did not eat fish. She did not dare to mention this topic, so she picked up water celery and took Ze Yi back together. .
Because it was still early, the two played on the grassland for a while. At this time, May hadn’t passed. The grassland was full of flowers. Anal picked some wild flowers and made a garland in Zeyitong. On her hair, she braided her hair into braids again and wrapped it with flowers. Ze Yitong giggled and ran to the lake to shine her shadow on the water.
Anal is good at everything, but she loves to be clean, and told her to take a bath and wash her hair in three days. Ze Yitong sighed. It seems that even the perfect person has shortcomings.
As the sun sets, Ze Yitong’s Ama Dunzhu has driven the cattle and sheep back. Ze Yitong took off her wreath and yelled at her, running on the grassland, healthy like a vigorous deer.
At dinner that day, everyone robbed Anal of the wild vegetables.
Anal ate the sour water celery while pinching the glutinous rice cake, and drank a sip of butter tea with dry mouth.
She feels that this kind of life seems to be a far cry from the previous days, but Anal can't remember who he was before and what kind of life he lived.
She was suddenly awakened by the low temperature in the middle of the night. Ze Yitong slept next to her. Anal had a dream. She came to Nagqu Grassland, seemingly for something ordinary.
She couldn't go home without finding such a thing for a day.
But, what exactly are you looking for? Anal touched a large pearl on her wrist. This pearl gave her an inexplicable sense of peace. Perhaps her identity must be confirmed by this pearl.
The night in the grassland was very cold, Anal shrank into the blanket and fell asleep again in a daze.
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"Mo La" means grandma, not Ze Yitong's grandma named Mo La~(*^__^*)