Chapter 328: New member of Zeyi’s family

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Although the Tibetan herdsmen already have an apartment, the grazing will have to migrate within a certain range. Some people still keep the custom of moving with the seasons. There are still sporadic yurts in the depths of the Naqu grassland.
On the afternoon of this afternoon, in the distance of the grassland, the fire burned the clouds to dye the sky into thick colors. Zeyi’s grandmother finally rushed back to the flock, and the black spots appeared in the distance. The person on the horse must be her aunt Dunzhu. .
"Mo La, Mo La, you see, my grandmother is back!" Ze Yitong's little face with the blush of the plateau, an old lady with a small scorpion first opened the felt from the yurt.
When she was old, her vision was not good. Zeyi’s grandmother squinted and forgot for a while, until the woman riding the sheep in the sheep was close, she recognized that it was the same mother.
"Dunzhu, you are late today!"
The woman did not turn down from the horse as usual, but waved from her daughter.
"Ze Yitong, you come to help me."
Ze Yitong ran over, and after seeing Ama, there was another person who had nowhere to work. The whole person was on the back of the mother, and was smashed and smashed, or she fell off early.
The herdsmen's staple foods are all milk. Zeyi is a young man, and his strength is not small. It is her "Mo La" who looks at the tremors, and there is still a little strength!
When I helped my grandmother put the man on the horse on the ground, Zeyi discovered that this is a very beautiful woman. The skin on her body is more delicate than milk. It is dark and black, wearing a white dress and contaminated. A lot of smudges. Pulling her hair out, she found her eyes closed, her brows wrinkled, and seemed to admit the great pain in her sleep.
"Ama, who is she?" Ze Yitong found that the woman had neat clothes, a small pearl on her wrist, nothing.
Dunzhu is busy with the sheep circle, and there is not much thought to answer Ze Yitong. "I don’t know if I was robbed by the lake. I can’t prove my identity."
Such a woman with a slim skin and a white skin is not like a Tibetan. The pearl shook his head. This female tourist is really bold and dare to go alone into the grassland, hoping that no money will be harmed except for the money.
Seeing that her grandmother was busy, Zeyi took a slap in the face, and a big dog who helped catch the cattle and sheep came out.
With the help of the big dog, the little girl finally dragged the comatose woman back to the yurt.
Her Mo is doing dinner, and Zeyi is a small man, cleaning up the dirt on the woman.
Hey, what is this fabric skirt, looks good, and doesn't even touch the mud.
She saw the woman's clothes alone, covered a blanket on her body, and ran out to help her grandmother work.
When Zeyi returned to the yurt, the woman was still not awake, and Mola was doing "Xiangzhai". When she thought of the deliciousness of "Xiangzhai", Zeyi could not swallow. Only when her Ama Dunzhu is at home, Mo La will do a good job, because Mo La said that the grandmother is the pillar of this family, we must ensure that she eats well.
Xiangzhai is to cook the eight ripe potatoes, then peeled, dried and cut into small pieces. This kind of pre-worker Ze Mo has already finished, she is now cutting the onion, the oil in the oil pot is already smoking, Mo La put the onion section down a little fried, just fish it out and put it Smashed in the stone trough,
Then there is the paste-like curry powder, which is adjusted with cold water and poured into a frying pan to make an oil curry. It is also used as an onion.
The mutton is smashed into pieces, which are also fried with ghee and stuffed with a pot.
Mo La stuffed the mutton in the pot and went to make butter tea. Leaving Ze Yitong on the side of the pot, he was dying. The cooking in Xiangzhai is too complicated. Zeyi has not eaten for two or three months. I miss this taste very much, so I am reluctant to leave the pot.
In the yurt, there was gradually a taste of mutton, and the pearls came in with felt. Mocha hit the butter tea and handed her a bowl. Drinking a fragrant butter tea, the day's exhaustion removed a lot, Dunzhu put his eyes on the woman who was rescued, and found that her face had abnormal flushing.
"She has a fever." I don't know how long the woman was stunned by the lake. It must have been cold, and it was a fever. There is still some brown sugar in the house, and the pearls tell me to cook the brown sugar water.
Ze Yi jumped over and touched the woman's forehead, and it was really hot. I was reluctant to leave the pot of lamb, and I had to leave to cook brown sugar.
Mo La looked at the mutton of mutton almost, added potatoes, oil curry, salt, ginger, fennel, cloves, call, Tibetan Mastiff and other total spices, took a stick of stir, and cooked this fragrant village You can eat it.
The three men in the yurt were busy, and Zeyi quickly poured the brown sugar water back to the woman who was rescued.
Because the woman who was rescued burned for a night, Ze Yitong felt that the dinner of the dinner was nothing to eat. This family seems to be three women, only one of the main labor force of Dunzhu, because tomorrow will be grazing, Ze Yitong Mo has rushed to rest, leaving her and Zeyi to take care of the woman who was rescued.
Zeyi kept the middle of the night, and the half-sized child slept well. When she didn't reach the dawn, she couldn't help but sleep. She was awake by her.
The woman who had been rescued was already awake, and Mola was touching her forehead.
"My name is Ze Yitong. My grandmother said that my name represents olive. What about you?" Ze Yitong also went to school and said Chinese Mandarin.
The woman frowned deep, "Name?... I don't remember."
The voice is clear and moving, and the Mandarin is also very standard. Zeyi thinks that the woman speaks very well, but how can she forget her name?
Is it a fever that burns out the brain?
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"Anal, fast, bring the heated milk!" Zeyi yelled at Anaar, who was the woman she had saved a week ago, because she forgot her name and no identity card. She also begged Zeyi to temporarily take over with her family. Ze Yitong gave her a name called Anaar, which is convenient to call.
Anar is the meaning of pomegranate. Although she doesn't remember who she is, she believes that she knows a lot of things, her strength is great, and people are diligent, so Mo Yi and Ama of Zeyi are very fond of her.
Anar is like a new member of Zeyi's family. He has been slowly integrating into this family for a week.
In order to work hard, she smashed her long black hair with two braids on her chest. After she showed her face, Zeyi said that she was more beautiful than the pomegranate flower.
Anar carries a large pot of steamed milk.
According to the command of Ze Yitong, she poured the milk into a four-foot-high wooden barrel. Ze Yitong said that the barrel is a tool used to make ghee, called "Snow Dong."
One cow produces four or five pounds of milk a day, and one hundred kilograms of milk only extracts five or six pounds of butter. This is a laborious work, but the herdsmen can't lack ghee at home, and the same Mo Mo is old, Ama Dunzhu It is also necessary to graze. In the past, the work of extracting ghee was done by Zeyi, and now it was taken over by Arnal.
After pouring the steaming milk into the barrel, Anar began to slap up and down, so hundreds of times, the oil and water will separate.
The vigorous work made Anar's nose tip overflowing with fine sweat, and his face was in the sunshine of the grassland, like a shining gem.
Slowly, a layer of lake yellow fat has floated in the bucket, and Zeyi picked it up and poured it into his leather pocket. After cooling, this is an indispensable food for every Tibetan, ghee.
The two cooperated and played four or five pounds of ghee, enough to eat for a while, and Anaar packed up the guy.
Zeyi found that Arnal was very clever. When she first started milking, she would be kicked by the sheep. Now she is like a herd girl who grew up on the grassland, and she is very easy to do.
"It's still early, let's go and dig wild vegetables?" Anar put the tools, put a pocket out, and rushed to laugh.
Zeyi licked his mouth and his face was full of joy. The pastoral area is no more than the Tibetan city. The barley meat is the staple food, not even the rice, let alone the vegetables, but since Arnal is coming, Zeyi’s table often has two delicious wild vegetables. .
Anar knows a lot, cooking is also very good, Ze Yitong is not willing to let her go.
Looking at one big and one small back, Mo Yi, who is Ze Yitong, laughed in front of the yurt. Anar is not only an industrious girl. Since she came, the lonely Zeyi has a partner because their family likes Arnal.
In addition to the waterfowl in the clear lake, there is a wild vegetable called "water celery" in the summer. Zeyi thought it was a water grass. Anar took it back. It was hot with water, put some salt and ghee, very refreshing. .
The two picked a bag of water celery at the lake, and Anar looked at the fat fish in the clear lake and sighed.
She vaguely remembers that she is also very good at making fish. However, because of the relationship of water burial, the real Tibetans do not eat fish. She dare not mention this topic. She took the water celery and took it back with Ze Yi.
Because the sky was still early, the two played on the grassland for a while. At this time, the past was not over in May. The flowers in the grassland of Nagqu all over the place. Anar took some wild flowers and made a wreath on the hair. She braided her hair and wrapped it with flowers. Zeyi giggled and ran to the lake to look at her shadow against the water.
Anar is good, just loves to clean, telling her to wash her hair in three days, Zeyi sighs, it seems that perfect people have shortcomings.
As the sun sets, Zeyi's Ama Dunzhu has already rushed back to the cattle and sheep. Ze Yi took off the wreath and yelled at her, running on the grassland, healthy like a healthy deer.
On that day's dinner, everyone grabbed the wild salad of Anar.
Anar is holding a sour celery and eating it. After a dry mouth, drink a bitter tea.
She feels that this kind of life seems to be far from the previous days, but whoever used to live and how to live, Anar could not remember.
In the middle of the night, she was suddenly awake by the cold, and Zeyi was sleeping next to her. Anar had a dream. She came to Nagqu, and it seemed to be something ordinary.
She couldn't go home if she didn't find such a thing in a day.
However, what exactly is it looking for? Analmore licked a large pearl on her wrist. This bead gave her an inexplicable sense of peace. Perhaps her identity was confirmed by this pearl.
The night of the grassland was very cold, and Anaar shrank into the blanket and fell asleep.
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"Mo La" is the meaning of Grandma, not the grandmother of Zeyitong called Mo La~(^__^)