Crazy: you call this a wildlife rescue station

Chapter 188 I am the poorest in our village
After several hours of bumpy driving, the car finally crossed a ridge and came to a Tibetan-style courtyard.

Along the way, the surrounding scenery made the audience in the live broadcast room addicted to their eyes.

On the flat and endless grassland, there are herds of yaks and marmots wandering.

In the blue sky, a few eagles are flying, the picture is beautiful and fascinating.

When passing through a valley, the crowd even saw many colorful flags hanging on the rock piles through the camera.

The sudden appearance of stone piles and colorful flags caught the attention of the audience in the live broadcast room, and they asked Lin Bei curiously what it was.

"Fuck, why are there so many stone piles in this valley, and there are so many colorful flags hanging there."

"What are these colorful flags and stone piles for!?"

"It seems to be a Tibetan custom, right? Station Master Lin, do you know?"

"Looking at it, it's no different from the little bunting? Why don't you ask Yang Jin, the anchor?"

"It's quite interesting. There are many places with this kind of stone piles and colorful flags along the way."

"Indeed, but in the valley just now, at most, I roughly counted, and there are four or five stone piles."

The audience in the live broadcast room sent barrages one after another.

Lin Bei looked at the barrage that was constantly swiping the screen, and smiled slightly.

Turn the camera of the drone around.

"Actually, the piles of stones and colorful flags we saw just now are a way of praying for Tibetans."

"The stone piles made of stones that look like bunkers are actually called Mani piles."

"The little colorful flags you mentioned are actually prayer flags written in Tibetan."

Manidui is an "altar" built by Tibetans living on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau with stones, slabs and pebbles of different sizes, also known as "Shendui".

"Manidui" was originally called "Manza", which means "Dala".

In Tibetan, "Duoben" means piled up stones.

"In the mountains, intersections, lakesides, and riversides in various areas of the snow area, you can almost see mani piles made of stones and slabs with small colorful flags."

"And the small colorful flags on the Mani pile are called prayer flags or wind horse flags, which are a unique scenery on the snowy plateau."

"Tibetan people believe that every time the wind blows when hanging the prayer flags, it is equivalent to reciting sutras once."

"The wind horse originated from a primitive sacrificial culture, mainly from the worship of animal souls. The original wind horse directly tied the wool to the branches and bushes. Today, cattle can still be seen on large and small mani piles. Sheep's head and other things."

"Tibetan primitive religions believe that the mountain god is a local protector. It watches over the safety of all living beings in the area all the time. It often patrols the area on horseback, and the fluttering prayer flags protect the water, soil, people and animals in one place."

"Tibetans attach great importance to the Fengma Flag and the mani piles. Tourists can add some stones to the mani piles when passing through these places, but remember not to move them indiscriminately or be disrespectful."

After listening to Lin Bei's explanation, the audience in the live broadcast room suddenly realized.

"I'll go, it turns out that this stone pile is called Mani pile."

"It's not colored flags but prayer flags. No wonder there are so many around."

"This can be regarded as a way of praying for blessings. Sure enough, the snow area is very mysterious."

"Brothers, why do I see the mani pile as a pile of mud horses? Do I still need my eyes?"

"Hahaha brother, you are not alone, in fact, I am the same."

Following Yang Jin into the small Tibetan-style courtyard of his house, the audience in the live broadcast room were shocked again.

The color of the outer wall of the small courtyard is very bright, consisting of white and yellow.

There is a small courtyard in front of the house, and several men and women in traditional Tibetan costumes are sitting in the courtyard drinking buttered tea.

The two-story small building is surrounded by cattle pens surrounded by wood.

Lin Bei took a rough look at the number of yaks in the simple pen, and his eyes widened in shock.

"Fuck, this yard is okay, it looks quite luxurious."

"Is this the Yangjin family? It looks very nice."

"Is the courtyard of his house a traditional Tibetan architectural style? The color is so conspicuous."

"Hey, how many yaks are there beside here?"

"It's so dark that it's hard to count."

"My god, this is all from the Yangjin family?"

"Fuck, Yangjin's family is so rich? There are at least a few hundred yaks?"

The live broadcast room was extremely lively, and Lin Bei followed Yang Jin to the courtyard.

As soon as he entered the yard, Yang Jin's parents greeted him enthusiastically.

Although the old couple can't speak Mandarin, they look very kind.

Beside Yang Jin, there was a girl in traditional Tibetan dress, chatting with Lin Bei in squishy Chinese.

"Hello, friend, please sit down, I am Yang Jin's sister, and my name is Zhuoma." Yang Jin's sister Zhuoma smiled.

"Thank you Dolma, my name is Lin Bei, and I am Yang Jin's friend."

After hearing Zhuoma's words, Lin Bei was taken aback for a moment, then took the chair handed over, and thanked him with a smile.

"Lin Bei, this is my father and mother, and Dolma is my older sister."

"By the way, I have a younger sister who is going to college." Yang Jin said with a simple and honest smile.

Lin Bei nodded, called uncle and aunt politely, and gave the gift he brought to Yang Jin's parents.

At noon, Lin Bei had a special Tibetan lunch at Yang Jin's house.

I have to say that the food made by Yang Jin's mother tastes really good, but Lin Bei is not used to it.

In the afternoon, Lin Bei and Yang Jin's family drank tea in the yard.

It happened that Yang Jin's father was going to herd yaks.

As soon as Lin Bei and Yang Jin talked together, they followed.

Yangjin's home is at the bottom of a ridge, next to the endless grassland, and usually the yaks will be driven to the middle of the mountain to graze.

Lin Bei curiously asked the price of a yak.

"Actually, a yak is not expensive, only 4 to [-] yuan."

Yang Jin scratched his head foolishly and smiled.

"Then how many do you have in total?" Lin Bei asked while walking.

"Not many, my family is the poorest family in the whole village, only more than 300 yaks." Yang Jin said a little embarrassed.

"What? More than 300 yaks?" Lin Bei asked in surprise.

As soon as Yang Jin's words came out, the live broadcast room exploded in an instant.

"Fuck, Versailles is golden, there are only [-] yaks, and one head is [-] to [-]"

"Good guy, one yak is worth my salary for one year, and three hundred yaks are worth my salary for 300 years."

"It's really Versailles, the poorest family in the village, with a starting price of 600 million."

"Anchor, do you want to ask if Yang Jin's sister has a boyfriend? If not, I want to get married."

"Yeah, Station Master Lin, doesn't Yang Jin have a younger sister? I just don't have a girlfriend. Can you introduce me?"

The audience in the live broadcast room shouted one after another.

"Yang Jin, in this way, your family is a millionaire."

"Just a few hundred cows, that's five or six million." Lin Bei laughed.

"Haha, Brother Lin Bei, my family is the poorest in our village, and other families have five or six hundred yaks."

"The houses in our village are very sparsely distributed. The nearest house to my house is more than ten kilometers away."

"If it's close, I'll take you to see their yaks." Yang Jin explained with a simple and honest face.

"Haha, so far away? That's fine."

"Let's follow uncle to herd cattle." Lin Bei laughed.

(End of this chapter)