Qiangba's family has his grandfather, parents, sister, as well as his wife and three-year-old son, it is a happy family of seven.

They don't need to pay money to rest and stay here, just give them some daily necessities brought from outside, such as silk, porcelain, tea, salt and other items.

And this time, Cen Xiyan brought a few books in Chinese, which were solemnly and carefully put away by Qiangba's grandfather, Suo Lang Cisong.

The family of the Qiangba family is relatively wealthy in this small tribe, and the family is very spacious, but this time ten people came at once, and they still couldn't live there, so Uncle Solang arranged a few places to live in the two families next to their family.

Cen Xiyan discussed with Wei San a little, and then decided to let Canghai take a chisel and a hammer at night, and Cangqing took the two guards brought by Wei San to live in those two families, but for food or something, it was still used in Qiangba's house.

The Tibetan people are hospitable, and at dinner, Qiangba's aunt and wife prepared a lot of their local specialties for the guests who came from afar, such as butter tea and barley wine, which are indispensable hospitality.

Cen Xiyan and Canghai are used to eating these things, and they also like these unique flavors.

Wei San and the others tasted butter tea for the first time, and they were very unaccustomed to this strange taste, so they tasted it lightly and refused to move again.

Zhao Liu loves barley wine alone, and he has drunk it for many ages.

Qiangba's grandfather Solang Cisong is very prestigious in this small tribe, his identity is similar to the patriarch of this small tribe, he is a very wise old man, chatting with Cen Xiyan and them, it is very speculative, not at all like a person who grew up in the mountains and has never seen the world, so Wei San and others dare not underestimate this old man in the mountains.

Qiangba's parents are honest people, and his wife is also very virtuous, they only smile and greet guests, and do not talk much.

His son Xiao Duoji is lively and cute, not afraid of life at all, and is held in his arms by the sea, making him giggle.

Qiangba's younger sister is called Qu Zhen Zhuoma, who has just turned fourteen years old today, innocent and romantic, lively and lovely, as beautiful as Gesang flowers, especially those beautiful big eyes, which are as clear and bright as a lake, charming and charming.

From Cen Xiyan and the others to their house, Qu Zhen Zhuoma has been sticking to Cen Xiyan's side, Brother Suifeng is long, Brother Suifeng is short, happy like a little sparrow, provoking Wei San and others to smile knowingly, Qiangba squeezed his eyes ambiguously, Cangqing, Canghai and others, who knew the inside story of Cen Xiyan's daughter, were speechless, Cen Xiyan just smiled helplessly.

"Zhuoma, you go and cook some Gadur porridge, remember to put some sugar." Solang Cisong suddenly commanded.

When Qu Zhen Zhuoma heard this, he immediately looked at Cen Xiyan nervously, "Brother Suifeng, are you uncomfortable?" ”

"Not me." Cen Xiyan smiled and glanced in Wei San's direction.

Just now she noticed that Wei San's face was not very good, his face and lips were purple, his appetite was not good, and he rubbed his forehead or not, it should be some altitude sickness, and she was about to say to Qiangba, take some Gadur to Wei San, it turned out that Uncle Solang also saw it.

Gadur, is a kind of medicinal material unique to the plateau, herbaceous perennial, umbrella flower, the flower is red, in later generations, the scientific name is Rhodiola rosea, it is a special medicine for the treatment of altitude sickness.

The reason why Solangsson ordered to put some sugar in the porridge is because sugar is also a way to control altitude sickness.

Qu Zhen Zhuoma saw that Cen Xiyan was uncomfortable, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and then hurriedly agreed: "Okay Pola, I'll go now." ”

Qu Zhen Zhuoma went to cook a big pot of Gadur porridge, not only Wei San, but also Chen Liu, Zhao Er and other four people, Cen Xiyan also ordered them all to drink some.

Zhao Erhe didn't like the taste of this porridge, took a sip, frowned and muttered, "What is this?" It tastes weird, and it's so sweet! ”

"It's a kind of medicinal porridge, if you don't want to go up the snowy mountain, you can't come down, it's best to eat it clean." Cen Xiyan didn't bother to explain too much, so he only said this coldly.

Zhao Er didn't dare to say more, and quickly ate the porridge cleanly, although he was reckless, but through getting along in the past few days, he also knew that it was right to listen to this young man's words!