Amid the sound of the bells of the mule, our team also took steady steps, gradually moving away from Lhasa, running behind the smaller and smaller Potala Palace, and slowly moving towards Linzhi.

There are not many plump water plants everywhere on the plateau. Along the way, what we see more is the tundra zone with soil and rocks everywhere and sparse grass and trees. The wind and sand together, small stones as sharp as bullets hit us with the bitter cold wind, hitting people's head, face, hands and feet torment.

It was in such a difficult and barren world that the horse gang people walked out of such a slender and steep mountain road with their feet.

The business of this horse team is called "Bang Dachang". Although it has just been emerging for a while, it has grown and grown in a short time with the support of Tantric Buddhism and Living Buddhas. In recent years, it has become one of the most famous horse gangs in Lhasa.

Therefore, the task of helping the four major factions purchase tea naturally fell on their shoulders. Because the company had many commissions and insufficient mules and horses, it adopted a mixed group form and recruited some horses with private mules and horses on the spot, and flexibly distributed the client's goods to them.

This temporary combination of employment relationship is like our current "engineering outsourcing", which effectively utilizes resources, solves the problem of tight manpower and horses, and provides some idle horse-driving people with flexible employment opportunities.

It was precisely because of this opportunity that Sharon and I, who had been lurking in the business of helping Dachang to carry goods, chose two odd jobs, and found an opportunity to hypnotize them, leaving behind the gold they earned from picking up goods this month, making them think they had sold the mules and horses to us.

Then, Sharon and I dressed up as horses and led their mules and horses according to their outfits. At the agreed time, we arrived at the assembly point of the merchant and mixed into the horse team.

The Ma Guotou in this deal was named Gesang, a man with a black and strong one-eyed eye in his early fifties. Just as the meaning of his name is "Good Tribulation" and "Good Luck" indicates, he has been running on this ancient road for more than 30 years, and has trotted more than 20 transactions, and has survived safely to this day. Of course, he has actually paid some price, such as the blind right eye.

Ma Guotou is the leader of a horse gang team, equivalent to the boss of a boat. He usually has to go from choosing a horse, taking charge, choosing a nest to stay, and then when to leave, when to stop, making fire and making meals in life, etc. It can be said that every decision he made is related to the life and death of the horse gang team; every step of his choice controls the fate of the horse gang team and the business.

Therefore, only those who want to be a veteran horse-driving man who is experienced, brave and sturdy, and have a steady personality can become the best man. Not only because of the vicissitudes he has experienced, but also because of the mule he brought out.

Generally, only the first three horses in the horse team can enjoy the treatment of wearing red and hanging colors; among the three horses, only the oldest, strongest and most experienced can be called the mule. According to legend, the horse pot head will hang a mirror on the head of the mule, and this mirror can reflect all the dangers in front of the road.

When I first heard this statement, Sharon and I sneered at it, thinking that it was mostly a superstitious statement.

Until one time when I was transporting goods at a business, I saw an old horse who knew the way. After the horse driver accidentally ate the toxins and fell into a coma, he relied on it to carry all the entire team of horse gangs and the full cart back to the business, that we believed in the inexplicable spirituality of those ancient methods.

After all, in just over a month, we have heard too much, because the reckless mule accidentally ate poisonous weeds, causing the entire horse gang to be paralyzed, or because the mule got lost, the entire horse team was brought into the heart of the snow-capped mountains and all of them were frozen to death.

Therefore, everyone in the horse gang knows the grade and level of a horse pot head. Just look at his mule and you will understand.

This Guotou, named Gesang, has four peered mules, each of which is a good player who can go through life and live without a single life. As long as a discerning person sees them, the stakes behind him can be seen at a glance.

The priceless horse is not exactly the most powerful place for Uncle Gesang. It is said that the reason why his horse team can be safe after walking on the horse gang for 20 or 30 years is related to his deep friendship with the strong leaders of the bandits and strong men on the mountain village along the way.

A lame farmer who ran aisle with him, and later became disabled and stayed in the warehouse of the shop to guard the warehouse, told me during a chat that other people's horses still need to avoid bandits' nests when walking. When they encounter deep mountains and forests, they will take off the bells on the mule's neck, for fear that if they are not careful, they will cause strong people and lose their own goods.

On the other hand, what did our uncle Gesang say? He was looking for a bandit village to settle down. In the dangerous places in the mountains and forests, he shook the bells of the mule even more and more, and he was afraid that others would not know about him. However, it was strange that when the bandit leaders heard him coming, they really opened the village gate to greet him, as if they were waiting for an old friend who had not seen him for many years.

The people who accompanied him also had delicious food and sleep well, and took them and took them afterwards. They completely used Tuzhaizi, which they had to rely on to eat from the mountains and water, as horse shops and supply stations. Speaking of which, the elderly were like telling stories, full of nostalgia and yearning.

Some people say that when Gesang was young, he received blessings from Kavagbo's wife Mianzm, so the bandits along the way did not dare to touch him, for fear of being punished by Kavagbo, the god of the snow-capped mountains, who was vicious and severe, with clear rewards and punishments.

According to the old man in the Shouguofang, there was once a fearless mountain king, Uncle Zeng Gesang, who was not afraid of heaven and earth, and was unprepared. He sent people to the back of the horse gang to steal more than a dozen mules and horses, as well as goods worth a thousand gold on his back. As a result, the next day, when Gesang led him to the village, the horsemen saw the bodies of strong people frozen into stiff popsicles in the empty fortress.

Does anyone know if it was done by Kavagbo, who hated evil?

As the saying goes, "Walking on a boat is a big deal." Although I don't know whether it is true or false, since people dare to do this business on the waistband, they must have their own advantages. Therefore, after this spread, not only the bandits along the way, but also the four major factions of Tantric Buddhism in Lhasa looked at Gesang with admiration and directly recommended him into "Bang Dachang" and became the head of the horse gang directly under the head.

However, after two days of walking, we didn't have the chance to see the legendary Ma Guotou style. It is probably because he was too experienced and had a smooth walk along the way.

Well, being plain is also a blessing. Anyway, the road to the ancient road is still far away. At present, it is not a good thing to seize the time to enjoy the tranquility before the storm comes.

Thinking of this, I lazily lowered the brim of the felt hat, slowly pulled it behind the team, and walked with Sharon. After walking side by side for a while, I inadvertently raised my eyes and realized that after the team lined up, it was more than 200 meters long. Just under the length of the bloody setting sun, Uncle Gesang's horse in front had already pulled us far away on the empty frozen plateau.

From Lhasa to the present, our horse team actually relies on thirty-four yaks to carry goods. There are two main reasons: one is that on the plateau, horses are struggling to walk with weights. Considering the subsequent journey, it is wise to temporarily regain their energy.

Second, it seems very straightforward. Yaks are stronger and have stronger load-bearing ability. Although they walk slowly than horses, their durability is incomparable to horses at high altitudes at the same load-bearing area.

So, at present, the two horses that Sharon and I "buyed" were almost not carrying too much goods at this time, and only hung a few bags of thin tapestries and furs. When walking, they were not much lighter than those yaks that could be called a plateau boat. It seems that at high altitudes, these creatures with thick fur and strong body are indeed more regionally adaptable.

Just after thinking about it, not long after, the sun setting in the west in the sky was suddenly swallowed up by the black clouds that came from somewhere. Without the already faint sunlight, the earth became much dimmer in an instant, and the biting cold also flew from the cold tundra ground, making me so cold that I couldn't help but tremble.

We have been on this plateau with an altitude of more than three thousand meters for a day or two, but we were still shocked by the unusual chills. Could it be that the cold wind that was caught off guard was similar to the cold rain I encountered on Cangshan before, and were there any indescribable ways hidden inside?

"What's going on?" Although Sharon didn't understand the method, her physique was much better than that of ordinary people. Although she was not affected much, she still keenly captured the strange situation in front of her. Seeing me open my eyes, she also asked me carefully.

"Well, I can't see clearly... It seems that the cold wind is mixed with some turbid air that is enough to stagnate the qi in the organisms, so it feels like a drowsy." While I was holding my breath, I noticed the increasingly dense wet and cold air around me. However, when I reacted, the horse team, and we were already shrouded in the wet and turbid air.

What's worse is that in this instant, my spiritual eyes seemed to have become dull, and gradually, I couldn't see the flow of air around me clearly...

What's going on?!

In panic, Luo Quan ran over quickly with the order from Uncle Gesang, Maguotou, and shouted while running: "Everyone should bow down and hide behind the yaks as soon as possible, and put the horses on the prepared yak skin!"

Oh?!What kind of slutty operation is this?

Seeing that I had not moved for a long time, Luo Quan, who was more than fifty meters away from us, couldn't help but shout:

"Hurry up and put it on! Bujiong Songjie's anger is coming!"
Chapter completed!