I build an oasis in the northwest

Chapter 72 Natural Golf Courses

Because the location of the scenic spot has been changed, the first itinerary point today is Glacier Falls.

Located in the Coshotu Valley, it is the best summer pasture for herdsmen and is known as the "natural golf course."

Here, the blue sky, white clouds, green grass, ice waterfalls, green cypresses, and flocks of sheep can all be seen.

The ice waterfall is about 30 meters long and 18 meters wide. It is the ice surface formed by the accumulation of ice and snow, coupled with the erosion of water flow all year round, forming layers of ice crystals. Below the flowing water is an "ice rink" of more than 150 square meters. The ice waterfall above forms a world of ice and snow.

The most amazing thing is that on both sides of the glacier waterfall is a lush green cypress tree over a hundred years old. Next to the green cypress are various strange rocks.

Standing under the icefall and looking towards the distant sky, what you can see is that the sea of ​​grass is undulating like waves, being lifted up by the breeze.

On the grassland, black yaks, white sheep, red cattle, ranchers on horses, blue sky and white clouds, built-in filters, the beauty is like an oil painting, and it makes people feel relaxed when looking at it.

Looking up from the ice rink below the icefall, you can see layers of transparent ice crystals refracting beautiful colors in the sun. If you adjust the angle, you can also see a rainbow.

Looking to both sides, what you see is lush green cypresses and all kinds of strange stones.

The tourists who were notified in advance to wear thick clothes saw this miraculous scene, all opened their mouths in surprise, and looked at the scene in disbelief.

"It's so beautiful!"

"There are trees and ice, nature is amazing!"

Tourists with mobile phones used mobile phones, and those with video cameras used video cameras. They put up posses and took pictures.

Seeing this scene, Chen Mu nodded in satisfaction.

In the past, because the order of sightseeing tours was unreasonable, we saw the sea of ​​flowers in the morning and the sea of ​​grass in the afternoon. So although tourists were equally surprised by the beautiful scenery, they were always somewhat uninterested because of the high similarity.

It is hoped that this adjustment can ensure that tourists can be at a higher excitement threshold throughout the whole tour.

After several receptions, he found out.

The more fun you have during the journey, the deeper your memory will be, and the more likely you will sell it to your friends when you go back.

"Oh, I really worked hard to make money!"

Chen Mu shook his head and praised his dedication in his heart.

As soon as I turned my head, I saw that the single tourist didn't look at the scenery or take pictures, but looked straight at the herd of sheep in the distance, obviously very interested.

Just at this time, a sheep with dirty hair and red, white and green cloth came bleating not far away, drinking the snow water left by the icefall.

Seeing this scene, the single tourist bleated a few times in a daze, and when the sound became more and more similar to the sheep's cry, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he picked up a handful of grass, bleated non-stop, and tiptoed I'm going to go over there.

Chen Mu stopped him and stopped him: "This sheep is a sacrificial offering and cannot be touched."

"Sacrifice?" The solo tourist was a little confused.

Chen Mu nodded: "In the northwest field, when you see yaks, cattle and sheep with three-color cloth hanging on their bodies, don't approach them, don't touch them, don't drive them away, and don't think about eating them, because they are Tibetans. An offering to the gods."

The solo tourist didn't want to give up yet, so he struggled and said, "Guide Chen, I'll feed you some grass and come back."

"No!" Chen Mu continued to shake his head: "These life-release offerings are offered to the gods. In Tibetan culture, if they are alive, it means that the gods don't want to enjoy them for the time being, so the gods are responsible for eating and drinking."

"If you don't want to cause trouble, it's best to just ignore it."

The single tourist held the grass in his hand, shook the empty bottle in his hand after drinking water, and continued to fight: "I'll just feed you some grass and squeeze some milk by the way."

……

So at night, single tourists did what they wanted to do.

He experienced first-hand as a milker and grass feeder on the Bosen family's pasture.

"Swipe, brush, brush!"

The dry pasture is sprinkled with water, and the iron fork in the hand is continuously shoveled and dropped to ensure that every piece of dry pasture can be soaked in water, and the highland barley and alfalfa powder that can increase the weight of cattle and sheep can be perfectly mixed.

It's just that in order to supplement protein for cattle and make the meat more tender, cheap and practical soybean meal is also needed to be fed to cattle forage.

A solo tourist is holding an iron fork, and what he is doing is full of enthusiasm.

After being teased by him, other tourists also became interested.

There are a few curious clumsy people who have never done farm work to do it together. As for how they are doing...

Anyway, it can be seen from the expression on the face of the Bosen's pasture staff that they want to take away the tools and do it themselves.

A little further away, there are a bunch of cows that are learning to milk.

A little farther away, there are tourists who scrub the horses with thick hands and feet, and then are forced to experience the experience of flicking the horse's tail.

Obediently waiting for dinner, or visiting the pasture, looking at the scenery of the pasture, talking about love and watching the sunset, there is none of them.

Chen Mu and Bo Sen stood on the side, holding a sunflower plate in their hands, picking out newborn melon seeds and kowtowing, feeling quite speechless.

"Brother Chen Mu, are people in the city like this these days?"

As he spoke, there was an unstoppable "click, click, click".

"I don't know." Chen Mu also answered with a click.

But looking at the not-so-fat plants in front of him, Chen Mu couldn't help asking curiously.

"Bosen, your family has the expense of feeding pastures. In order to rotate the pastures, you have to rent transit pastures. This is another expense, so why don't you consider aerial seeding to promote fat?"

"I used it before, but then I gave up." Bosen sighed.

"Ok?"

“The price is too expensive!”

"The cost of renting a helicopter, plus grass seeds and fertilizers, and if there is no wind and rain, you have to use a helicopter to sprinkle water. Calculated for one trip, it will cost at least 20 yuan, and it is for the growth of meat and milk production for cattle and sheep. , still have to feed pasture.”

"Akeye (father) and Qixie (mother) calculated the accounts and found that it was not as cost-effective as renting a transit ranch from us."

Transit pastures are generally because the pastures in the herdsmen’s homes are not enough to eat, or they need to give the pastures a certain amount of recuperation time, so the herdsmen will rent short-term pastures from pasture owners like Agudam.

Lease terms generally range from three to ten years.

Among them, unless the pasture is really good, most ranchers will choose short-term rental, regardless of the future, and leave after eating.

"I see." Chen Mu nodded.

At this time, a solo tourist had just finished a pile of pasture, came over with an iron fork, and shouted: "Doss (friend), how much does your family raise..."

"Ahem!" Chen Mu interrupted the other party with a violent cough, and laughed at Bosen, whose face was slightly down.

"Haha, Bosen, he is praising your family's well-raised cattle and sheep."

Bo Sen's expression softened. He laughed twice at the single tourist, then stuffed the sunflower plate into Chen Mu's arms and turned away.

Chen Mu smiled and watched the people go away, then turned his head speechlessly to look at the solo tourist who didn't understand the situation.

He was a little helpless.

"Brother, didn't we tell you in advance that Kazakhs hate being asked about the number of cattle and sheep at home, and they hate being counted in person." So why do you ask so carelessly?
(End of this chapter)