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Chapter 329 Children of the Mountain!

The uplifting movement of the earth's crust created the Tibetan plateau, and the most intense part formed the mountains. These mountains built the roof of the world and brought about a step-like drop.

Snow-capped mountains, wilderness and canyons coexist, and human activities are enriched. People regard mountains as the residence of gods and regard mountains as their own homes.

The special geographical structure also forms a special cultural category here.

The rough skin due to ultraviolet rays can't stop the eyes of the children of Dashan who are far more pure than those of urban people.

Faith has color here.

The world of mortals is so nuanced.

The Rongbuk Monastery built of earth bricks on the hillside stands tall in the wind.

The prayer flags whistled in the wind.

Sangjie, who is over half a century old, leans his back against the wall and faces the sun while reciting scriptures.

He has guarded the temple alone for more than 20 years.

Hu Zhuang was taken aback.

Guarding a temple alone for more than 20 years?
Are there really people in modern society who put faith above life?
Hu Zhuang, who lived abroad since childhood and longed for freedom, didn't understand.

After chanting scriptures outside the temple, Sangjie returned to the temple and went down the stairs to a cave.

Warm yellow candlelight illuminates the cave.

Staying in the cave, he seemed to be able to feel the existence of the Buddhist master.

This cave is also what he really guards.

The oil lamps in the cave were lit, illuminating Sangjie's face and reflecting the ordinaryness of the cave.

According to legend, five auspicious and long-lived goddesses live behind the temple, among the Himalayas.

The head of the mountains is called Everest, which means the third goddess in Tibetan, with an altitude of 8844 meters.

It is surrounded by more than 40 mountains over 7000 meters above sea level.

This is the hometown of ice and snow, the highest point of Blue Star.

As the highest peak in the world, people have been climbing it all the time. So far, more than 4000 people have successfully climbed to the top.

But for Sanjie.

Mount Everest is the residence of Shen.

Before becoming a monk, Sangjie had a child.

Its three sons are all in the mountaineering team, and the second son has summited Mount Everest 7 times.

The youngest son, Tashi, works as a cook in the mountaineering team. He often visits his father who is practicing alone.

"(Tibetan) You don't need to worry about it here, Dad needs to contact us."

The mother exhorts the little son.

Traveling all the way, the youngest son climbed up the steps to Rongbuk Monastery.

Take out the prepared things and give them to your father.

After finishing these, the youngest son also helped his father carry water.

"(Tibetan) I have always wanted to climb Mount Everest. I heard from my brother that standing on the top of the mountain and looking at the world feels small. If I climb to the top of the mountain and look at the world, I will be very excited."

The younger son and his father sat on the square of Rongbuk Monastery and looked at the huge Mount Everest not far away.

Looking towards Mount Everest, there is a strange expression in his eyes.

And his father listened silently, but Hu Zhuang could feel the encouragement in his eyes through the screen.

The camera is shot from back to front.

One is a red monk's uniform, and the other is ordinary clothes.

But what the two faced together was the world's number one majestic mountain.

This sense of picture moved Hu Zhuang a little.

Sit up straight all of a sudden.

Start to watch the picture on the TV carefully.

The younger son left, and Sangjie still guarded the temple alone.

Pray for everyone who has the courage to climb Mount Everest.

Sangjie is the closest resident to Mount Everest.

"(Tibetan) I think everyone who dares to climb Mount Everest is very brave, and all I can do is pray silently for them."

Sangjie prayed while lighting a candle.

As soon as the screen turned, a long and narrow valley appeared in the camera.

The long canyon can no longer be described by measurement.

The Brahmaputra Grand Canyon is the deepest and longest canyon in the world.

It is also the most important water and air channel on the Tibetan Plateau.

The vegetation is dense and the rainfall is abundant.

In the depths of the canyon, there is a small county called Medog.

Medog in Tibetan is: the hidden lotus.

Early in the morning, Donghong, a member of the Moinba tribe living in Medog, wanted to hurry down the mountain while the weather was fine.

Recently he always takes his youngest son with him when he goes out.

This kind of narrow and steep hillside is already commonplace for the father and son.

This canyon is in the largest rainfall belt in the world.

When it is not raining, many people collect a kind of stone called soapstone here.

Soapstone is soft, and the Moinba people use it to make stone pots.

Dong Hong tapped on the mountain wall with a hoe.

Making stone pots is a craft handed down from generation to generation. Donghong hopes that his youngest son will inherit this craft.

In order to reduce the burden on the way back, they started the first process on the spot.

It is not very difficult to walk on the cliff with a stone on your back.

Making a stone pot requires considerable skill, and the strength of the knife is very important.

The walls of the pot should be thin and evenly rounded.

It's all about ingenuity and patience.

Make a pot out of stone?
Hu Zhuang was taken aback.

The stone pot he understands is made according to a normal pot, and then painted with some kind of stone-like varnish.

But I didn't expect someone to dig a stone pier into a stone pot like this?

"(Tibetan) You have to smooth out the unevenness inside, and make it more even."

Dong Hong saw that her youngest son was not using the right knife force, so she hurriedly said.

Medog is the last county in Huaguo with road access.

The transportation problem was solved, and almost every family in Donghong village began to make stone pots.

The sound of clanging can be heard everywhere in Medog.

Almost all formed the unique voice of Medog.

A stone pot can be bought for one thousand to two thousand.

This is the best cause in Donghong's heart.

This also increased his confidence in persuading his son.

"(Tibetan) Let's lift it up and see if the edge is smooth, then take another look and hear if there is a "dangdang" sound. If there is, it will be considered a success."

Dong Hong took the carved stone pot and handed it to his son.

Only the touch of the palm can feel the secrets of thousands of years of inheritance.

It is said that once the soft stone pot leaves Medog, it will become hard.

From the day they were born, the Monba people have been inseparable from the stone pot.

The soups made from it are full-bodied and are said to have unexpected benefits for the bones and heart.

At the moment, Donghong's family is making soup.

The bright yellow soup exudes the desire to taste it.

Appetite can sometimes travel through time and space.

At least Hu Zhuang is now hungry.

The stone pot of Donghong's family was passed down from the older generation.

It is said that his grandfather was once one of the most famous stone pot craftsmen in Medog.

The wife brewed the freshest Monba rice wine in a stone pot.

This is a kind of grain wine brewed from a mixture of chicken feet and corn.

It helps to cure rheumatism caused by continuous rain and can also bring people closer to each other.

After drinking the grain wine, the father and son talked in the house.

Words are the taste of inheritance.

Recently, restaurants outside the mountain have come to customize his stone pot.

The stone pot must first be transported to the county seat by caravan, and then transported out of Medog by road.

Three or four horses walked on the mountain road with stone pots on their backs.

Donghong escorted her all the way, and she could hear Donghong's confident laughter from time to time.

"(Tibetan) This kind of skill has a unique and long history here. I lived by this skill for the first half of my life, and I think I can't do without it for the rest of my life. Although it's nothing special, I think it's worth it."

The camera zooms out from the horse.

But going to get closer to Hu Zhuang's heart.

Looking at Dong Hong in the picture, Hu Zhuang suddenly felt that something in his heart was touched.

What impresses people is often not the gorgeous pictures, but sometimes some invisible persistence.

For so many years in the United States, what Hu Zhuang came into contact with was the so-called freedom.

But this kind of freedom is used to, and Hu Zhuang has never felt this kind of persistence and delicacy for decades.

Hu Zhuang often thinks about it.

Why have fewer and fewer thought-provoking movies from Hollywood over the years.

On the contrary, there are more and more popcorn movies.

This is the question Hu Zhuang has been thinking about.

Just as Hu Zhuang was thinking, the screen changed again.

Leaving the abundant rainfall area, Motuo stone pot came to another piece of alpine forest.

It's called Lu Lang.

A few Lulang women were bending over and digging in the wild flowers and meadows among the mountains.

In less than a moment, some palm-sized plants were dug out.

This is a rare medicinal material that only grows on the plateau.

Palm ginseng.

The bright yellow and small ginseng was put into the stone pot together with more than a dozen kinds of plants and local Tibetan chicken.

After three hours of slow fire cooking, a stone pot chicken is made.

Delicate meat, mellow soup, and steaming soup.

An appetizing color appears on the screen.

A collection of forest specialties plus Motuo stone pot.

People tasted the fresh and the old.

With the Yarlung Zangbo River as the core, there are large forests in the eastern part of the Tibetan plateau.

In the valleys of the southern Himalayas live the Lhoba tribe.

Hunting of protected animals has been banned locally, and most hunters in the forest have switched careers.

But their hearts are deeply rooted in the forest.

Ancient villages are paved with modern roads.

The Lhoba people in traditional costumes look leisurely and comfortable walking in the village.

Every household has a safe house at the foot of the mountain.

But the old hunter Lin Dong still likes to live in the forest.

He is very happy today, the little grandson is going to spend the weekend in the mountains.

Lao Lindong began to prepare for the arrival of his grandson.

Moso bamboo is the material of choice for making tools.

The slender moso bamboo was divided into several sections quickly in Lin Dong's knife.

While peeling the moso bamboo, Lin Dong was still humming a song.

The history of the Lhoba people is passed on in the form of poetry and epic.

Lao Lin Dong is one of the most important successors.

When weaving bamboo baskets, he habitually sang the songs of the hunters when they went out.

In order not to make his grandson's weekend too boring, Lao Lin Dong made his own childhood toys for his grandson.

The grandson Gaqin is ten years old this year, and it has been a long time since he came to see his grandfather on the mountain.

Lao Lindong carefully hid the bamboo basket in the creek.

"(Tibetan) Are there bears in winter?"

"(Tibetan) bears hibernate in winter and can only be seen in summer."

"(Tibetan) In summer, can you take me to see bears?"

"(Tibetan) is very dangerous."

The conversation between the grandfather and grandson echoed in the mountains.

It became the only dialogue in this mountain forest.

Gaqin, who had just arrived on the mountain, still felt that everything was new.

Watching grandpa milking cows here, stroking the dog raised by grandpa there.

But soon the novelty wore off, and Gaqin was a little distracted.

Started playing mobile games.

Seeing this scene, Lao Lindong didn't make a sound.

Time to come up with something interesting.

Old Lin Dong took out the little toy he made for his grandson to play with.

Gachin looked more and more interested.

When grandpa was happy, he took out his housekeeping skills.

Demonstrated the unique skills of the hunter to the grandson.

Archery!

He looked very excited. Although he hadn't hunted for more than ten years, his grandfather's skills were still vigorous.

Gaqin didn't understand why grandpa was so excited.

Dinner time is approaching, and Lao Lindong takes his grandson to the forest to catch real prey.

Come to the river and look at the harvest in the fish basket.

Grandpa and grandson will have a big hunter meal.

"(Tibetan) In the past, when there were no lighters, we could only carry a scythe with us, so that a friction could start a fire."

Lao Lindong introduced it to his grandson enthusiastically.

This is the moment that Old Lin Dong has been waiting for.

You can teach your grandchildren how to survive in the forest.

Although Gaqin didn't quite understand.

Every time they met, Lao Lin Dong repeated this question over and over again.

His hard work one day grandson will be able to understand.

The short weekend passed, and Gaqin was leaving again.

But the grandpa and grandson have agreed to see each other next week.

The grandpa and grandson in front of the camera, one is wearing a hunter's costume, and the other is wearing a suit with a pattern of armored warriors that children like.

Walking in the mountains and forests is exactly the same as the background of Sang Jie and his youngest son before.

But at this moment, the feeling brought to Hu Zhuang is different.

The process of grandfather and grandson can empathize with Hu Zhuang even more.

What Hu Zhuang disliked the most when he was a child was staying with his grandfather.

Because grandpa always likes to restrain him.

What eat without talking sleep without talking.

Do not stick your chopsticks into the rice when eating rice.

And drink more water.

These Chinese customs are not attractive at all to Hu Zhuang who has accepted American culture.

What he longs for is skateboarding, games, and rock and roll.

Grandpa's rules are rigid and complicated.

So until his death, Hu Zhuang didn't spend much time with his grandfather.

But the authorities are confused by the bystanders.

At this moment, I saw the process of getting along between Lao Lin Dong and his grandson.

Hu Zhuang immediately thought of his grandfather.

In Hu Zhuang's view, Lao Lindong is just like his grandfather.

They are not old-fashioned, but hope that the next generation will not forget the past inheritance.

For Grandpa Hu Zhuang, living in the United States does not want his grandson to be completely Westernized.

That's why he told his grandson tirelessly over and over again.

Even if this will alienate the grandson from himself.

He didn't give up either.

At this moment, the knot in Hu Zhuang's heart that had not been untied for many years suddenly became clear.

Many clips of getting along with his grandfather directly appeared in Hu Zhuang's mind.

It made him overwhelmed and at a loss for a while.

The pictures that I didn't understand before only feel interesting and novel now.

Thinking of these Hu Zhuang unconsciously laughed out loud.

But the memories in my mind only stay in my childhood.

I don't have any memories of my grandpa when I was adolescence.

The smile on Hu Zhuang's face stopped abruptly.

An inexplicable sadness appeared on Hu Zhuang's face.

Hu Zhuang sat on the bed feeling lost for a moment.

After sitting there for a long time, the screen of "The Third Pole" was still playing on the TV.

But amid the narration, a low whimper sounded in the room.

　It's another late-night update, everyone must be awake, right?After all, macho men sleep late, hee hee~
　　ps: "Accidentally Became an Anime Ceiling"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)