When the liar's words come true, I win

The two sturdy men laughed heartily. They probably didn't know much Chinese. They chatted with Shen Jia for a long time, half in Chinese and half in dialect.

Shen Jia smiled and greeted the two of them, then looked at He Muzhou: "What are they talking about? What is the Ximo you just mentioned?"

He Muzhou pursed his lips and chuckled, "They praised you for your good looks. Ximo means wife."

Shen Jia's facial features were squeezed into a shit-like shape.

Damn, this is all nonsense so early in the morning, and it won’t help him get calcium supplements.

Telling your wife not to sleep is against her will and is against the law!

This type of fish is probably one of the most difficult types to catch by anglers. It is at the level of a bighead carp, and it is extremely difficult to charge and catch.

After the fish takes the bait, the fisherman has to walk a long distance in the water, either jump into the rapids and swim with it, or wait for the fish to break the fishing line.

He Muzhou ignored her response and gestured for her to get in the car.

I didn't expect her to blush at all.

Your husband, who used to shamelessly call you "my husband" for so long in every photo of her abs, isn't she allowed to call you back?

After driving for nearly another hour, we saw several yurt-like felt tents in the distance.

In addition to the fresh and free atmosphere on the meadow, there is also the smell of sheep and cow dung.

The yurt has a strong smell of sheep.

Well, putting all that aside, at least the guys who have traveled to scenic spots have hidden their filters very deeply, and they are not turned up to the maximum here.

Everywhere you look, there is greenery, with cattle and sheep grazing at leisure, and horses galloping across the mountain meadows.

It's the taste of freedom.

The hostess here is called Jianma, wearing a red top with ethnic characteristics and a tie-dyed long skirt. Her hair is wrapped in a navy blue headscarf decorated with five-colored stones. Her skin is dark, but her smile is very contagious.

Can't tell his approximate age.

She greeted He Muzhou and Shen Jia warmly, and welcomed them with sweet rice wine.

Shen Jia turned his head to look at He Muzhou, and saw that he was familiar with the process, as if he had done it more than once or twice, so he followed his example and took the sweet rice wine from Jian Ma's hand.

He Muzhou said: “This is your first time on the plateau, so just drink a sip.”

"Oh." Although he thought he was terribly strong, Shen Jia still obeyed and only drank one sip.

The main thing is that He Muzhou had already explained the precautions on the way.

When you first enter the plateau area, you cannot take a shower or wash your hair. After drinking this wine, I don’t know whether I will suffer from altitude sickness, but everything will turn into sweat in a short time, and my body will definitely feel very uncomfortable.

There was another man next to them who was slightly younger than the two men lassoing horses. His name was Buha. It was said that they were three brothers.

And Jianma called them Boze.

Buha's Chinese is more fluent and standard than that of his two brothers. He explained to Shen Jia that "Bo" means husband.

Shen Jia, who was shocked by this sudden surprise, looked at the children riding ponies and herding sheep returning from the distance. They surrounded the men and shouted happily, greeting He Muzhou enthusiastically but a little shyly.

The envy in my heart increased a little bit.

Children of several years old ride on horseback, feeling a sense of freedom as they face the sun.

She wanted to feel it, too.

But He Muzhou refused to let her go, saying that she had to be observed for at least a few hours and that she would not have any altitude sickness before he could let her ride the horse. And he had to hold the rope.

But the little girl just now was clearly a wild rider.

I'm so envious that I'm about to get red-eye disease!

Buha held the youngest girl in his arms and told Shen Jia, "Her name is Shui Luoyisha, she is our youngest child, she is just 5 years old this year. The two boys over there are named Muqu and Rege."

Shen Jia was a little stunned, "Then, what do they call you?"

"Big Dad, Second Dad, Third Dad!"

A large-scale female-dominant article shines into reality!

Shen Jia was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Conjunctivitis has changed from a concrete form to a special effect, but the special effect is not on her face, but in the corners of Janema's eyes.

Jianma smiled, took her hand and welcomed her into the yurt.

Inside, low tables were piled with food.

Potatoes, meat, a large pot of soup of unknown origin, smelling sour, and a plate of houttuynia cordata root cubes covered in chili sauce.

In Guangdong and Guangxi, this thing cannot escape the fate of being made into herbal tea.

The tea on the table here is buckwheat tea, which is a bit fragrant, but bitter. For a person from Guangdong Province who needs to rely on herbal tea to sustain life every day, Shen Jia is not moved at all, and even feels that it is a bit sweet.

Jianma was very proud. She said that these Houttuynia cordata roots were a large area that she had cultivated herself. The cattle and sheep ate the branches and leaves, while the rhizomes below became delicacies on their table.

Looking at the oregano roots that were kindly placed in his bowl, Shen Jia picked up a small piece as if ready to die.

The Budu family looks more like a pure nomadic people.

Because their language is not like the language of the Liangshan residents in the villages that have been assimilated to Chinese for many years, and still has a Trump accent, the language they use when communicating with their families sounds more like their ancient national language.

It is said that there are many rules when visiting a minority ethnic group's home, and Shen Jia didn't want to spoil the fun.

Because I still want to ride their horses.

But if she took that bite, what would be bitten off would not be the watercress, but her happiness for the rest of the day.

Help!

Today is the day to be murdered by Zhe Er Gen!

She can drink the herbal tea made from Houttuynia cordata, but it is really hard to comment on its effect when eaten raw.

No, I can't accept it at all.

Seeing Shen Jia's painful expression, about to vomit, He Muzhou picked up the Houttuynia cordata from her bowl and put it into his own bowl. He smiled and apologized to them and explained: "I don't mean anything else. She's not used to it, give it to me."

Wow, He Muzhou is such a good person.

The male Bodhisattva who saved her from the suffering of Zhe Er Gen.

Maybe it was because of the different regions, but in fact most of the food on the table was not to her taste.

Just like many northerners who are not used to the light taste of Cantonese cuisine.

I had to eat even if I wasn't used to it. I'd been hungry all night and my temper was gone.

She doesn't eat potatoes with mutton soup without chili powder.

Those huge pieces of meat were also very spicy.

The ingredients in the pot could not be seen, but Jianma said it was sour soup tofu pudding, which is also a local specialty.

The yogurt on the table is delicate and smooth, and tastes much better than the one bought outside.

The children were quite well behaved. They gathered around and ate quietly. Occasionally their eyes met, but they would just smile shyly and continue eating quietly.

After dinner, Budu took the lamb that the child had brought back and went to slaughter it nearby, because it would take a very long time to roast a whole lamb.

The men all went to help, and He Muzhou followed.

Only Janema was holding Isa and chatting with Shen Jia in not very fluent Chinese.

According to Jianma, although this is their temporary residence once a year, they live here basically half of the year.

When the cattle, sheep and horses have eaten most of the food in this meadow, they will move to another meadow.

The two boys are already of school age and are usually in school. They only come back here during the winter and summer vacations.

He Muzhou accidentally came here ten years ago when he was driving here alone and stayed here for nearly a month.

At that time, there were only three Budu brothers, and Jianma had not yet married.

From then on, every year, He Muzhou would drive here alone at about the same time and stay for a short while.

For this purpose, Budu built a felt tent specifically for him.

However, He Muzhou always brought a camping tent with him every time he came, and occasionally he would leave them for a few days, find a place alone, and live in the tent.

Adults all have their own ways of de-stressing.

However, for someone like He Muzhou who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, I really don’t know what worries he could have.