Tibetan Mastiff Notes

Chapter 3 This is the real mastiff (3)
In fact, Uncle Zhaximu has already seen it out, this is a wolf cub, not an image.He was staring at my hand all the time, including when he was talking, his eyes never left my hand, which made people feel a bit hypocritical.

Uncle Dorji replied: "The female wolf is dead, and this wolf cub is left. It looks very pitiful."

"What? You want to raise wolves? Do you have too many sheep? Crazy!" Uncle Zhaximu's eyes widened in surprise. For wolves, Uncle Zhaximu had a kind of hatred from the bottom of his bones.

On a snowy day a few years ago, when Uncle Zhaximu was driving his flock of sheep to the leeward pasture, he was attacked by a pack of young wolves.His life was recovered, but the flock was scattered, and more than half of them were killed or injured.

"Not crazy." Uncle Duoji only said two words. He didn't want to explain too much, so he knocked the pipe and pot on an old tree trunk next to him, and the soot flew out, blurring Uncle Tashimu's vision.Uncle Zhaximu was a little unhappy, muttering something in his mouth, turned around and left, when he was almost at the door of his house, he turned around again, put on a warm smile, and greeted me again: "You must have come!"

When he got home, Uncle Duoji looked at the little wolf cub and worried: how to raise it?If there are sheep at home, of course the wolf cubs cannot be allowed to wander around.tied up?A wolf is an animal with a strong desire for freedom. If you tie it, sooner or later something will happen. Even if you give it food, it will not be grateful to you. A wolf is different from a mastiff.

Uncle Dorji refills the tobacco leaves in the pipe pot again. I advised him to smoke less. He smiled and said: "Oh, Gesang's mother died early. My eldest son and second son are doing business in the big city. It’s rare to come back once a year. You said that there is nothing on this prairie, except sheep and grass. What else can I, a lonely old man, do without smoking a cigarette?”

Seeing Dahei lying on the carpet, the wolf cub has gradually become familiar with her smell, and began to huddle under her belly, looking for milk.Uncle Dorji said: "Let's raise it for a few days first. When the wolf cub is older and can almost stand on its own, then we will put it a little farther away and let it fend for itself. We don't care if the wolf is big enough, but we don't care about one of them. Eye-opening little thing, if we refuse to save him, we will be too heartless."

I agreed with Uncle Dorji's words, found a small bowl, ran to the sheep pen, found the ewe waiting to give birth, milked some milk, and served it to the little wolf cub.

Dahei had no milk, and his dry nipples were flushed red by the wolf cub, and Dahei also felt very uncomfortable being sucked.Seeing the little wolf cub running to the goat milk bowl to lick it, Dahei raised his head and glanced at me. Maybe it was my act of caring for the little wolf cub that won Dahei's goodwill. Dahei no longer used that indifferent attitude. Look at me.When she looked at me for the second time, her eyes were filled with another kind of deep thing, like a deep well, bottomless. I felt that kind of eyes were very similar to the eyes of human beings when they are thinking.

Uncle Duoji doted on Dahei very much, and rarely let Dahei go out to hunt by himself. He brought Dahei's food—a pot of fresh mutton and broken bones.I took two eggs from the basket I brought from Shigatse, broke them, poured them into the mutton, and mixed them well.Dahei didn't refuse my fawning this time, he just sat quietly and watched, although he still didn't respond to me, at least he didn't show his teeth at me anymore.

In the evening, I went to Uncle Tashimu's house for dinner. The room was very lively and crowded.I met Uncle Zhaximu's son, who just came back from Beijing and is said to be studying at Peking University, one of the famous universities in the country.In the eyes of Uncle Zaximu, when his son goes to a prestigious university, he will naturally become a famous brand. He dragged his son around in the crowd, showing off everywhere.

Uncle Tashimu's son is named Zongzhe, which is a Buddhist term in Tibetan, which means "spiritual progress".Uncle Duoji told me early in the morning that Uncle Tashimu’s family used to be very poor. After giving birth to Zongzhe, he planned to send Zongzhe to become Aka (a respectful name for monks from Tibetan friends), but he stayed behind.Now that my son has entered a prestigious university, Uncle Zhaximu is even less willing to bring up the past, so Uncle Duoji specifically told me not to ask about these things.

Zong Zhe saw me in the crowd, probably because my green military uniform became very dazzling when I left the cover of the prairie.He squeezed through the crowd and greeted me proactively.

My appearance "betrayed" me. Zongzhe opened his mouth and spoke Chinese to me. He asked me, "Where did you come from? A soldier? Why did you come to this remote place?"

From Zongzhe's tone, I heard that he didn't seem to love his hometown very much, so I replied: "I just came down from the army, and I heard a comrade-in-arms say that this place is beautiful, so I came here."

Zong Zhe sneered and said, "What's beautiful? Isn't it just a prairie? There are no buses, no buildings, no Internet cafes, and no restaurants. People don't deserve to suffer. Why don't you stay in a big city? Come here to ask for trouble?"

I don't know how to tell him that I came here all the way to see a dog?Zongzhe must think I'm a lunatic, because I found out early on that Zongzhe didn't like to see his mastiff at all, and he didn't bother to pay attention to it, but that mastiff always followed behind his ass ignorantly. hang around.I had no choice but to answer him: "My family has been in a big city since I was a child, and I'm also a Beijinger. I'm used to seeing the feasting and feasting, and a bit of a lowly thought emerges in my bones!"

Zong Zhe smiled, he seemed to feel a little embarrassed, maybe, he thought I was calling him cheap, and his face was a little embarrassing, and he said, "Oh, that's it, that's good!"

[-]. Mastiff King Dahei is very angry

Zong Zhe's girlfriend is very beautiful, exuding an elegant temperament all over her body, like a woman from a scholarly family.Although Zongzhe's girlfriend is very polite, and she looks and behaves extremely elegantly, I still don't talk to her much.From a soldier's point of view, I think she is hypocritical, even worse than Zongzhe, at least Zongzhe can say "NO" to his hometown without shyness.

During the conversation, I found out that Zongzhe’s girlfriend is Ning Li. She speaks English very well and knows many foreign friends. She said with a smile: “It may not be long before some foreign friends will come here to visit!” “Visit What?" I asked in surprise, there was nothing here, just like what Zongzhe said, this place is a backcountry, and to put it bluntly, it is a place where birds don't shit.

Ning Li stopped her mouth in a timely manner, changed the topic, and the atmosphere eased a little.Zong Zhe said that Ning Li gave him a Chinese name, Cheng Yang, which means to be her sun.I feel a little sick, I can't help it, I am a soldier, the word "soldier" has been deeply engraved into my bones, in contrast, I prefer to be with sunspots and dustpans (the ones I used when I was in the army) Captain) stay with friends like that.

The meal was grand, and Ning Li carefully sat beside Zong Zhe, whispering, feeling a little shameful.Everyone ate happily, but Uncle Duoji had a gloomy face, and my heart began to feel a little panicked, always anticipating that something would happen.

I don’t know how to describe it, but I can only say that after three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, Uncle Zhaximu started chatting with the villagers after introducing his son and the talented and beautiful daughter-in-law in the future.Uncle Zhaximu said: "Now our village is getting more and more backward. Look at the people in big cities, how luxurious life is that? We are here with our faces on the grass and our backs to the sky, except for herding sheep every day. Niu, what else can you do? You don’t make much money, but you suffer a lot, plus a natural and man-made disaster, it’s hard to feel!”

When Uncle Tashimu said this, he deliberately paused for a while, and seeing some reactions on the faces of the villagers, he continued: "It's easy to make money! In fact, we are now guarding piles of money. Uncle Tashimu glanced at his mastiff and shouted, "Barton, come here!"

That mastiff did not have the poise and majesty of "Barton" at all. After flattering its master for a long time but never getting a word of praise, the mastiff walked over dejectedly.

"Look, this is money!" Uncle Zhaximu continued, grabbing the hair on the mastiff's neck, "Do you know how much this mastiff can sell for? It scares you to death! Do you know that many foreigners travel across mountains and rivers for thousands of years?" They have worked so hard to come to China just to buy a purebred mastiff. To buy a purebred mastiff, they can go bankrupt. Do you know how much a good mastiff can sell for? Tens of thousands less, tens of thousands more Tens of thousands, tens of millions, not RMB, but US dollars!"

Speaking of this, Uncle Tashimu's saliva is about to flow down, like a halazi coming out of the mouth of a greedy dog.I feel nauseous and a little nauseous.

At this time, the crowd exploded like a drop of water dripping into a frying pan.

I saw Zong Zhe and Ning Li with happy and sweet smiles on their faces. With money, they can move their family to a big city to live a good life, hold a perfect wedding, and buy a house and a car , buy everything they want.I know that Uncle Zaximu did not come up with this idea. He must have been instigated by these two people, or some smart person.

In this uninhabited prairie, the simplicity and honesty of the Tibetan compatriots left a deep impression on me. They would never think of betraying their life-and-death friend, the mastiff, to satisfy their greedy desires.On the battlefield, it is a sin to abandon one's comrades-in-arms; on the grassland, it is also a sin to abandon one's friend, even if it is just a mastiff.Only people from big cities can have this kind of "vision" to make a fortune.

As soon as they talked about selling mastiffs and making a lot of money, people all turned their attention to Uncle Duoji, because Uncle Duoji's mastiff was the purest breed of mastiff in the village, and it was the king of mastiffs.When others come to buy a mastiff, they will naturally be the first to buy Uncle Duoji's, and then others.If Uncle Duoji refuses to sell, it is possible that all the mastiffs in the village will not be sold.

Dorje, also translated as Dorje, means "King Kong" in Tibetan.Uncle Dorji sat in front of the crowd, his face as hard as a piece of iron, and he was smoking his own cigarette.

Uncle Zhaximu lost his temper and asked anxiously, "Duoji, why don't you say something!"

"If you want me to sell Dahei, unless you kill my whole family!" Uncle Duoji stood up with a sullen face, shaking his clothes, as if something unclean was stained on him.

Uncle Zhaximu was upset, and asked: "Why do you say it's me? It's not my idea to sell mastiffs, everyone in the village wants to sell them! With money, we can move to a big city. I don’t have to suffer here anymore, and I don’t have to worry about the sheep being eaten by wolves, how nice it is!”

"Whoever wants to sell it will sell it, I won't sell it!" Uncle Duoji finished speaking, and walked out of Uncle Tashimu's house without looking back.

When someone is willing to pay tens of thousands, or hundreds of thousands, or even millions of dollars for a dog in your family, will you sell it?I bet most people would sell it, at least I would.

I'm not hypocritical, I just want to sell, because my relationship with Dahei is not deep yet, and I haven't really understood Dahei at that time.It wasn't until the trip to the snow valley later, when Dahei gave up his life to save mine from the wolves, that I deeply felt that I had formed a life-and-death friendship with her. At that time, even if someone came out With billions of dollars in price, I have to say categorically, "No!"

Seeing Uncle Duoji leave, Gesang and I also stood up. When we walked past Zongzhe, I heard Ning Li muttering softly: "Why is this damn old man so stubborn? Isn't he just a dog!"

Back at Uncle Duoji's house, Uncle Duoji was looking at the sheep in the sheep pen. Uncle Tashimu's house next door was still very lively, and the voices of people kept coming.People were discussing how much their mastiffs could sell, comparing each other, as if they had already sold all the mastiffs at this moment, and what they were holding in their arms was a lot of banknotes, piles of banknotes!

Uncle Dorji sighed deeply. I knew he had committed an old problem again, so I panicked and started coughing loudly.Gesang smiled innocently and said, "Father, look, the little wolf cub seems to have grown up a bit."

Uncle Duoji glanced at it twice, nodded, and said, "As long as there is enough to eat, the wolf cubs will grow fast. When they are older, they will be sent back to the prairie." Gesang asked again, "Will Dahei agree?" Uncle Dorji said: "No? What should we do? Leave the wolf in the village to harm our sheep?"

I interjected and said, "Uncle, don't worry, Dahei will agree. She is a smart mastiff, and she must understand these principles."

Uncle Duoji nodded and patted Dahei's head.Anyway, Gesang couldn't understand what I said, but I don't know why Dahei, who had been closing his eyes all the time, suddenly raised his head and looked at me with a very deep look after hearing this sentence.At that moment, my heart suddenly throbbed. I suddenly felt that Dahei could understand my words, but I felt it was impossible. She is a mastiff raised by Tibetans, so how could she understand Chinese?
The noise from next door gradually dissipated, and when the villagers passed by Uncle Duoji's house, they all put their heads in to take a look, intentionally or unintentionally.I heard someone muttering something, and I asked Uncle Duoji, "What are they talking about?"

Uncle Dorji didn't say a word, just smoked cigarettes, and after a while he said, "They say that Dorji's family is the scourge of the village."

"Why?" I asked in surprise, "Just because you don't want to sell mastiffs, Uncle?" Uncle Duoji nodded and said, "They said that the village is too poor, that Duoji's family has money but does not make money, and they have raised a wolf. They are crazy." ,well!"

Having said that, Uncle Duoji sighed and looked at the little wolf cub silently.

Maybe our voices woke up the little wolf cub from sleep, and it began to crawl around looking for its mother again.I found some goat milk to feed it. The poor little guy was really hungry. He scrambled in the milk bowl in a panic, holding the milk bowl tightly with his two little paws.When my hand touched its head, it opened its toothless fleshy mouth aimlessly and made a "ho ho" sound in its throat.

Suddenly there were footsteps coming from the yard, and I looked over, and it was Ning Li and Zong Zhe, who walked in with smiles, and as soon as they entered the room, Ning Li exclaimed exaggeratedly: "Oh, what a beautiful mastiff! I love it! I love it!"

Yes, it can be seen from Ning Li's expression that she really likes Dahei, because he can exchange piles of banknotes with Dahei.Perhaps, the sixth sense of a mastiff is far more sensitive than that of a human.Dahei stood up, bared his sharp teeth, his nose wrinkled into a lump, growled in his throat, and made a posture of preparing to pounce, every hair on his body stood up like an electric shock .

During the two days I’ve been at Uncle Dorji’s house, I’ve never seen Dahei so angry. At this time, she behaved just like the bear that attacked her master on the grassy slope in the morning. She was angry and fierce, like a demon or Is a bloodthirsty killer.Seeing Dahei's expression as if he wanted to eat people, I didn't step forward to pull it, and I didn't want to pull it. People like Ning Li should teach her a lesson.

Gesang was also frightened, and pulled Uncle Radoji's sleeve.Uncle Duoji had no intention of stepping forward to stop Dahei, he knew that Dahei would not take the initiative to attack people unless he gave an order. Dahei just didn't like these two well-dressed young men.

Ning Li screamed, Zong Zhe was also frightened, I advised them: "Let's go, Dahei is going crazy!"

Zong Zhe shouted unceremoniously: "Duoji, watch your dog!"

Uncle Duoji ignored them, and rolled the tobacco leaves on his own, as if he had let out a bad breath in his heart.Dahei was still roaring, attracting Uncle Tashimu.As soon as Uncle Zhaximu entered the yard, he shouted unhappily: "Let's go, let's all go home. It's okay if he refuses to sell, and it's no use persuading him. He's a dead-headed old guy. He just does things that people don't do. They even raise wolves!"

Ning Li was yelled at by Dahei, and now she pretended to cry as if she had been greatly wronged.Zong Zhe put his arms around her shoulders and said distressedly: "Come on, let's go home, he won't sell it, let's sell it..."

The simple and honest Uncle Duoji tolerated the meanness of Tashimu's family. He didn't make any excuses, but silently stuffed tobacco leaves into the pipes and pots.Even Gesang couldn't stand it anymore, and shouted angrily: "Your family is only doing things that are not human, selling mastiffs? You are selling our herdsmen's lives!"

Zong Zhe rushed forward to beat Gesang, how can I tolerate my brother being bullied.Zongzhe rushed up and grabbed Gesang's collar, and was about to hit Gesang's face with a fist. I rushed forward and twisted Zongzhe's wrist.

Uncle Zhaximu didn’t persuade Zongzhe to stop at first, but now that his son had suffered a disadvantage, he yelled: “What are you fighting for? He came from a big city! Zongzhe, let’s go back. People don’t understand etiquette, so why don’t you fight?” Got it?" After speaking, several people left angrily.

He still has to herd the sheep the next day. Uncle Duoji may have been suffocated yesterday, smoked a lot, and coughed all night.He was not feeling well during the day and seemed to be ill.Under Gesang's guidance, I made pies and butter tea, which tasted okay, and I was quite satisfied anyway, since it was my first time cooking.

Gesang and I ate a little, bringing enough dry food for the day.Uncle Dorji is still sleeping, we left him food and are going to herd the sheep.

Dahei seemed reluctant to go out, Gesang said, "She has been hugging the cub all the time."

"Take the little wolf cub with you. Uncle is sick, so leave it at home and make a fuss." I said.

When we arrived at the ranch, it was getting late.The little wolf cub was hungry again, and began to chirp, scramble, and try hard to get out of the bag.When I took it out, it suddenly peed on my hand, and it smelled bad.I'm a little angry, it's really hard to wait on little things.Frowning, I struggled to speak to Gesang in stammering Tibetan.After Gesang heard this, he lay on his back on the grass and laughed, and I rubbed the cub's urine on his sleeve.Gesang hurriedly turned over, but the grass slope was sloping, and after turning over, he rolled down into the sheep pile.When the sheep saw a person rolling down the grassy slope, they scattered all at once.

Dahei is not too tired, he always runs uphill and downhill.She gathered the flock together again, and as soon as she looked up, she saw me holding the wolf cub by the neck, and rushed towards me quickly.

(End of this chapter)