Wei Ran said to Uncle Jiang, "Anyway, I was going to find a place to wash my car in the town ahead. It doesn't matter even if it gets dirty. And wait...

A sneeze! A sneeze!

I’m going to the town ahead for dinner later, and everyone happens to be on my way.”

"this..."

Uncle Jiang hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded, and explained to Aunt Yangjin who was comforting the yak.

"That little calf should get in the car too." Wei Ran pointed to the cargo compartment, "There's room anyway."

"When you get to town, you go to my house for dinner." Uncle Jiang sent out an invitation that he could not refuse.

“I have a big appetite”

Wei Ran said in a joking tone before Zhang Yang, who was holding two new bath towels with cartoon wives printed on them, was about to speak.

"No matter how big the meal is, it will definitely keep you kids full!"

Uncle Jiang laughed and said, but waved his hand again and did not take the bath towel in Zhang Yang's hand, "Put it away quickly, don't get it dirty."

"Just take it."

As Zhang Yang said, he had already put one of the big bath towels around Uncle Jiang's neck, "Just think of it as a hada for you. I can do the job of changing the spare tire myself."

As he spoke, he put a second bath towel around the neck of Aunt Yang Jin, who looked slightly embarrassed.

At Wei Ran's suggestion and insistence, the three of them first let Aunt Yang Jin get into the passenger seat of the pickup truck, then lifted the calf into the bed of the pickup truck, and finally helped Zhang Yang give him the broken bread.

Put on spare tire.

Without wasting too much time, the two cars, one behind the other, drove towards the town in double-dodge, and at Uncle Jiang's prompt, they parked the car at the entrance of a small white-walled courtyard on the roadside.

Through the courtyard wall, he could still see the square and particularly beautiful two-story building inside, as well as the colorful prayer flags hanging diagonally on the roof, and the flagpole in the middle of the roof that rustled in the wind and snow.

Chinese flag.

Looking at the courtyard gate directly in front of the car, there is a wooden sign hanging on one side. There are two lines of large characters "Xiangyang Red Herb Purchase Station" written in Han Zang bilingual on it, as well as the words "Jiang Xiangyang" and a word in the corner.

The string is identical to the mobile phone number provided in the metal book.

"Uncle, do you still run a herbal medicine business?" Wei Ran asked pretending to be curious, pointing to the wooden sign.

"Yes! I also grow a lot of herbs myself."

As he spoke, Uncle Jiang and his wife, Aunt Yangjin, pushed open the car door one after another, "Get out of the car quickly and go to my house. I'll treat you to dinner."

Looking down at the tattoo on the tiger's mouth on his left hand, Wei Ran even began to wonder if the Living Ancestor had secretly contributed to this coincidental encounter.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! But whether it was a coincidence or a deliberate arrangement of the metal book, he had no reason to refuse such a rare opportunity.

Together with Zhang Yang who pushed the door to get out of the car, he helped the couple get the half-sized calf off the cargo bed. At the warm invitation of Uncle Jiang and his wife, the two walked into the door with the word "Glory" nailed on the lintel.

"Home" doorway.

Before he could continue walking inside, Wei Ran smelled a unique yet extremely familiar smell.

Following the smell, he looked over and saw that under the iron shed against the wall of the yard, there were a lot of herbal medicine called "Zhu Na" that he had eaten hanging on the horizontal wires.

And on the shelves in the shed, there are many sacks and bags that smell like medicine.

While he was looking at the herbs in a daze, Aunt Yangjin had already opened the two snakeskin bags she had brought in, and poured out two more piles of "Zhu Na".

"Uncle Jiang, what kind of herbal medicine is this?"

Wei Ran asked, pointing to the herbs hanging on the wire, and then couldn't help sneezing again.

"The black ones are Qianghuo, and the white ones are Duhuo. Cook them together and it is very effective in treating colds and colds."

As Uncle Jiang said, he reached out and broke off two whiskers from the two medicinal materials and handed them to Wei Ran and Zhang Yang, "Qianghuo is bitter and spicy, and Duhuo has a sweet taste. It is the most common medicinal material here besides pine shells."

.”

I took the two whiskers and tasted them. Sure enough, the black ones were bitter, spicy and had a strong taste, while the white ones were sweet.

After tasting the freshness, Uncle Jiang warmly greeted Wei Ran and the two of them and continued walking in. At the same time, he said, "I see that you are sneezing all the time. I will make you a bowl of Qianghuo soup later and keep it for you to drink."

I stopped sneezing after that."

"It turns out that it's called Qianghuo..."

Wei Ran smacked the unique taste lingering in his mouth. Even the fifty-year-old uncle in front of him seemed to gradually overlap with the young lama in his memory.

As he walked into the door of the two-story building, the first thing Wei Ran saw was the hanging portrait of Grandpa Mao. There was an offering table under the hanging portrait. Not only were tributes placed on it, but there was also a colorful small incense burner.

, and also lit with cone-shaped Tibetan incense.

"Sit anywhere!"

Uncle Jiang warmly greeted Wei Ran and the two of them to sit on the sofa covered with beautiful blankets, and shouted, "Ram! Ram! Bring a pot of butter tea!"

"Why--!"

In another room on the first floor, a young and pleasant female voice responded loudly, also asking questions in Chang dialect such as, "Why are you back so soon? I didn't even hear the sound."

After a while, a girl who looked to be about 24 or 25 years old came out of the next room carrying a big red kettle.

This girl's braids are covered with all kinds of beautiful Zang silver jewelry, and she is also wearing a beautiful Zang robe. On her slender neck, there are also a sky blue noise-cancelling headphones and a shiny bullet casing hanging

Pendant.

"This is Wei Ran and Zhang Yang, the young men I met on the road."

Uncle Jiang introduced us as he took off his robe stained with mud and water, "They drove me and your mother back, otherwise we would have to walk in the snow for a long time."

After briefly introducing Wei Ran and Wei Ran, Uncle Jiang added, "This is my daughter Ram. Her Chinese name is Jiang Maomao. You can just call her Ram."

"Hello"

Ram greeted Wei Ran and Zhang Yang generously, and then poured a large bowl of hot butter tea for each of them. He also thanked them for bringing his parents back.

While Zhang Yang was explaining what actually happened with a slight stutter, Wei Ran was also looking at the room filled with the aroma of Tibetan incense and butter tea.

There are several photo frames on the right side of the hanging portrait of Mao Zedong. In the photo frames, there are selfies of the girl also named Lamu on what seems to be a university campus and on the grassland. Photos of her wearing a military uniform and holding a gun. There are also photos of her wearing a bright red hat.

Flowers, as if the photos were taken at the airport.

In addition to her, there is a photo of another young man also wearing military uniform and wearing a big red flower on his chest, raising his hand in salute at the edge of a boundary monument.

There was also an old man sitting in the living room, taking a family photo with Uncle Jiang and his wife, Ram and the young man in military uniform.

Looking at the left hand side of the hanging portrait, most of the photo frames there are the various awards and certificates obtained by "Classmate Jiang Maomao", and at the front are two personal third-class military medals and certificates.

Two certificates for outstanding soldiers with the "Four Haves", a military medal for personal second-class merit, and three party membership certificates placed together.

The name written on the corresponding certificates of the two third-class military medals, besides "Jiang Maomao", the other name is "Jiang Zhuangzhuang".

So this is a female veteran?

While Wei Ran was stunned, Aunt Yang Jin also walked in from behind, holding a large plate of yak jerky in her hand.

So... do they know what the little lama went through back then? If so, how much do they know? And can they recognize the photo in Squad Leader Liu's medicine bottle?

The most important thing is, do they still have contact with the descendants of Squad Leader Liu’s children?
Chapter completed!