pappabearbooks Chapter 464 Staying Overnight, Medicines in Tibetan Areas
Chapter 464 Staying Overnight, Medicines in Tibetan Areas
"Spent the night in the wild again?" Wang Jinpeng felt his heart drop when he saw the environment outside.
Liu Jingfeng had just woken up and felt that the driver was too rude to them. Before he could express his objections, Huang Hao spoke first.
"If you were a tour guide, I would definitely file a complaint against you." Huang Hao said.
The driver's words sounded too much like an unscrupulous tour guide.
The driver got angry when he heard this. After all, he was a member of the museum's staff, driving and translating for this group of tomb robbers. He couldn't accept it and said, "If you want to live, just live there. If you're not used to it, sleep in the car."
Lin Ran stood up to make peace and said, "Master, we have old people. Isn't it appropriate to spend the night outdoors all the time?"
Zhenbao had just experienced the devastation of altitude sickness in Tibetan areas, and now he was traveling a long distance by car. He was afraid that half of his life would be lost when he arrived in Diqing.
Although the driver didn't like the local master, he really couldn't bear it, and Lin Ran was polite, so he said:
"How about if I drive further, there is a Tibetan tribe, but it's hard to say whether they can accept you."
"Okay, I'll thank you for that, Master." Lin Ran smiled. He looked fierce, but it wasn't like he couldn't communicate.
He was obviously very familiar with the local situation. He turned left and right, and finally came to a tribe before it became completely dark.
Unlike Xuewei Village, this is more like a village in the city than a tribe.
Stone houses can be seen everywhere in the village, and they look stylish.
"Who are you?" Just when the driver stopped the car and was about to get out of the car.
An old man who looked like he was 70 years old walked towards them, but he asked in Mandarin.
The driver looked at the visitor, nodded to him, and said, "Brother, we are going to Diqing and passing by your tribe. Is there any tent where we can stay?"
"Yes, sir, our car is almost out of gas and it's getting late. Can you let us stay overnight?" Liu Jingfeng opened the car door and walked out. "I still have some money on me, so I can use it as accommodation for the few of us." Pay it.”
The old man glanced at the money and didn't seem interested.
Instead, he asked: "How did you come here? Such a remote place."
His eyes were fixed on the medical kit in the back seat of their car.
In Tibetan areas, medical supplies are more important than money.
Because it is far away from urban areas, there are often only witch doctors in a village.
But his level is limited, and even a small cold may kill him. The witch doctor is only good at treating various snake venoms and scorpion venoms, but not diseases.
Seeing the desire in his eyes, Lin Ran asked the driver: "Can we share some of the medicine with them?"
"You mean this box? They are all commonly used medicines issued by the museum. You can give them all to him." The driver seemed generous.
Anyway, he lives in Lacheng, and the medical environment is much better than that of the tribe.
Lin Ran took out the medical kit, handed it to the old man, and said, "Sir, can you recommend us to stay here overnight. These medicines can be used as a thank you gift."
Opening the medicine box, there are various Chinese patent medicines, as well as general antipyretics and anti-infectives.
The old man actually knew the goods and took inventory.
But he didn't agree immediately. Instead, he said: "I am the head of this village. I wonder where you come from?"
Although he was eager to take advantage of the drug, he was still a little cautious.
"We are from Lacheng Museum." The driver took out his work ID and handed it to the village chief.
The village chief felt relieved when he saw that it was an official.
"That's good, we don't accept unknown tourists." The village chief looked at everyone.
"Uncle, don't worry. I guarantee with my personality that I am definitely not a bad person." Wang Jinpeng said.
Zhenbao got out of the car with a pale face. The long journey was indeed a bit too much for his body.
If you don’t spend the night outdoors, the main reason is that the temperature difference between day and night is large, and you will be more sensitive as you age.
They originally thought they could drive to Diqing in three days.
But they didn't expect that the Tibetan area was so big. They had only driven halfway, and they had to find a gas station at the next stop, otherwise they would not reach their destination.
The village chief looked at them carefully and saw their dusty appearance and said, "Okay then, you can stay at my house tonight."
Following him, the driver said: "Actually, the people in Tibetan areas are very hospitable. It's just that some things happened some time ago that made them wary of outsiders."
Walking behind the village chief, there were also several villagers standing around watching.
It's just that they all spoke in dialects, which Lin Ran and his party couldn't understand.
Lin Ran asked: "Village chief, how do you know Mandarin?"
"I have worked in the city for several years, so I can understand what you are saying, but I can't hear you well if you speak too fast," the village chief replied.
Then he took them to his home.
His house is large, but it is empty. There is no other furniture except a wooden table and a few stools.
After entering the house, the Tibetans following behind gradually disappeared.
The village became peaceful at night.
Sitting at the village chief's house, the driver brought a blanket, spread it on the bed, and let Zhenbao lie on it.
This move finally made Wang Jinpeng and his party have some good impressions of him.
"I can't tell, but you care about people." Wang Jinpeng made fun of the driver.
"You are going too far. You even bring others out to rob graves." The driver said with slight dissatisfaction.
"Master Zhenbao, he said you are [-] years old."
"Nonsense! I won't be 60 years old until next year!" Zhenbao obviously looked dissatisfied with old age.
Laughter spread from the village chief’s house, except for the driver, who was a little embarrassed.
But at this moment, the village chief hurried over and warned: "Don't laugh too loudly."
"I'm sorry, but can't you laugh when you live here?" Lin Ran apologized first, but he didn't understand why the village chief was angry.
The village chief said: "The son of the Duolao family in our village just passed away, and the villagers were chanting sutras for him. Laughing too loudly would have a bad influence."
The village chief's words were not unreasonable, and everyone fell silent. After all, someone else was attending a funeral, and it would be disrespectful for them to laugh out loud.
It's just that when I encountered this kind of thing while traveling, I did feel a little grudge.
After the village chief's reminder, everyone who had calmed down did hear some gibbering sounds.
"What's the sound?" Xu Ning trembled and retreated behind Wang Jinpeng.
"Don't be afraid, it should be a bright motto."
Although the voices were very soft, Lin Ran could still hear what they were reading.
"Oh? Do you still know the motto of Ming Deng?" The driver was taking off his shoes. He originally disliked these native people. Not only did they delay his work, he had to send them to Yunnan and wait for their return at the foot of the mountain.
This time I go back and forth, I don’t know how long it will take.
In his mind, the Tufuzi were a group of uneducated barbarians who only knew how to rob graves.
Unexpectedly, the young people in the team knew a lot, which made him admire him with admiration!