Although in socialist society, people are not divided into different levels and professions, there is a kind of person in this world who is born to be the pride of heaven, holding a golden spoon, starting from others, and having a better luck than others, such as Banjue Gongbu.

The Banjue family is a prominent local family. Before the land reform in the 1950s and 1960s, it was still a "Geba nobleman" of the aristocratic family. His father was called Mr. Banjue, one of the few Tibetans who had received Western education at that time. When he came back, he started his business with his ancestors. Now his family industry is spread all over the world. As the saying goes, dragons and phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, and his son Banjue Gongbu was also a natural business mind. He founded the Southwest Cultural Tourism Company at a young age and became the producer of "Flowers, Flowers, Snow and Moons".

If you have a good background and are willing to work hard, how can you fail to succeed?

When Fu Yanghe was asleep, he vaguely remembered the scene of himself squatting under Banjue Kampot and picking up soap. He felt that his face was so hot that he couldn't take an old face.

Maybe he was not used to it when he first arrived in the Tibetan area, so he didn't sleep well that night, so he got up early in the morning. Fu Yanghe originally wanted to walk around, but as soon as he went out, he saw Banjue Gongbu's car. He had to explain a few words to Xiao Tang and the others and get in the car. When he got in the car, he kept thinking about a question.

He is a very accomplished person in dance, but he is limited to dance. He is amazingly stupid in life and social interaction. When he was young, his grandparents took him to perform everywhere, but later he changed to his parents, and then he had Xiao Tang. He was probably protected too well since he was a child. He didn't need to worry about anything other than dance. Therefore, even if he had the intention to strengthen his relationship with people in recent years, his ability was still limited.

Now he was thinking about something. When he arrived at Banjue's house later, how would he call Banjue Gongbu's elder?

"You don't have to be nervous. Our family is no different from ordinary Chinese families. My mother and others can speak Chinese." Banjuegongbu glanced at him and said.

"Then what do I want to call your family? Do I call your mom Mrs. Banjue, eldest sister... or aunt?" Fu Yanghe felt quite embarrassed.

Banjuegongbu said without hesitation: "Auntie."

Fu Yanghe breathed a sigh of relief. He confirmed his peer relationship, and it would be much more convenient to call and get along with each other in the future.

As a result, Banjue Gongbu said again: "We are about the same size."

He was six or seven years apart, and according to the three years one generation gap, there were two generation gaps. Fu Yanghe thought to himself if he didn't know his age. He wanted to explain it, but he didn't want Ban Juegongbu to think that he was an elder, so he turned his head out of the window.

The sun has not come out yet, but the morning glow in the sky is magnificent, as if it is about to sprinkle the colorful sky. He took out a small notebook from his arms and looked at the notes he had above.

After receiving the invitation, he taught himself some common Tibetan language and took notes.

Banjuegongbu heard Fu Yanghe muttering in a low voice, "Zhashi Dele", "Suddenly", "Ajiala" endlessly.

Banjue Gongbu wanted to correct Fu Yanghe's pronunciation, but when he saw Fu Yanghe's serious appearance, he thought that the other party was a very accomplished Teacher Fu, so he held back.

In less than an hour, Fu Yanghe saw a village with white and gray walls, with red and black ribbons on them, which were rough and solemn and bright.

A few minutes later, they arrived at Bangong Manor. The car slowly drove into the gate. Fu Yanghe saw the plaque carved in three languages ​​on the gate, with fragrant cloth squids hanging on the eaves. The wind blew, revealing the bright colorful paintings he would be amazed every time he saw them, which was filled with the style of a wealthy Tibetan family.

As soon as the car stopped, he saw five or six Tibetan women in costumes, which scared him.

What he was most worried about was indeed happening, and Ban Jue's family received grandly.

Maybe he had heard him mutter some common Tibetan language in the car, and Banjue Gongbu directly introduced: "This is me, Amo."

Amola, in Tibetan, it means "grandma".

Banjue Gongbu's grandmother was an extremely solemn old lady. What was completely different from Banjue Gongbu was that she felt that she was a genuine Tibetan from the inside out, which was in line with the Han people's usual impression of Tibetans wearing gold and silver. The beeswax, turquoise and silver-inlaid accessories were covered with robes, holding a Hada in his hand, and smiled at him. Fu Yanghe quickly bent down and lowered his head. The old lady put Hada on his neck. Fu Yanghe quickly closed his hands and thanked him, and then shouted "Amora".

"This is my grandma."

Fu Yanghe just saw Ban Jue Gongbu's mother at first sight. To be honest, she completely broke his stereotype of Tibetan women. Ban Jue's mother was very fair and tall, about forty or fifty years old, wearing a robe made of bright silk, with few accessories on her body, and only a string of extremely beautiful coral beads hanging around her neck and a three-color Tibetan-style gem-inlaid silver ring on her hand.

"Hello aunt."

Ban Jue's mother smiled and said, "I should have been greeted with a gift when I arrived, but I just returned home today and didn't have time to clean up. Teacher Fu would forgive me."

"I, Ajia, Yangjin."

"Just just call me Yangjin." Ban Jue Yangjin smiled like a flower, and her fair and beautiful appearance was the most attractive thing about her mother. The black and shiny hair was braided into a thick braid and drooped to her waist. She was dressed more grander than her mother, and looked more noble and bright. The genes of this family are also amazing, no wonder Ban Jue Gongbu was so handsome.

Ban Jue pointed to the two middle-aged men and women next to him, saying, "This is Tashi Agula who helps our family take care of the manor and Aunt Qu Zhen."

It was already lunch time, and Fu Yanghe came in and found that the food was ready. He was under a lot of pressure, afraid that he would not be accustomed to the local food, because he saw it online that not everyone was used to eating local tsampa and butter tea. As a result, he glanced at the dining table and found that most of them were the dishes he had eaten normally. Obviously, Ban Jue's family fully considered the guests' eating habits. However, some local specialty foods were still placed in a corner of the table.

Fu Yanghe imitated them to sit cross-legged. Yangjin had already poured a glass of wine. As soon as Fu Yanghe took it, he heard Banjue Gongbu say, "The barley wine is not high, I don't know if you are used to drinking it."

Fu Yanghe wanted to show his understanding of Tibetan customs, so he smiled and took it over, then dipped his ring finger in the air with a shot, and repeated it three times before taking a sip. He felt pretty good. If he hadn't followed the custom of "three sips and one cup", he would have sipped it all in one go.

Yangjin immediately filled him again, and it was also like this three times. Finally, he drank it all and looked at the silver wine glass in his hand, which was very exquisite.

"This is our own home brewed wine," said Ban Jue's mother: "It is a little sweeter than ordinary barley wine and is more suitable for the tastes of mainlanders."

"It's delicious." Fu Yanghe said with a smile.

"Then you drink more." Yang Jin said, and then filled him with it. He felt that he could not lose his etiquette in front of his Tibetan compatriots, so he acted well everywhere.

He searched the etiquette of Tibetans as guests online last night. I vaguely remember that the Tibetans attached great importance to drinking. They had to drink all the wine they brought over, otherwise they would disrespect the owner. Barley wine was not as spicy as ordinary white wine. Every time Yangjin filled him, he would do it all. He was famous for pouring three cups. Barley wine was not easy to get drunk, but he would get drunk too much. After drinking three cups, it felt like it was almost done. Yangjin was still pouring wine for him. He stopped him with a restrained moment, but just after drinking it, Yangjin poured him on it again.

If he was at home, his relatives poured him wine, and he didn't want to drink it, he would hide the wine glass, or hold it in his hand and not give him the other party a chance to pour wine. However, at Banjue's house, he did not dare to lose his etiquette. He turned his head to look at Banjuegongbu and saw Banjuegongbu looking at him with a smile. The old lady of Banjue's family said in a small standard Chinese: "Since Teacher Fu likes to drink, he brings more when leaving. If there is nothing else in our house, he will drink more."

This, this, how could it be seen that he loves drinking? If it weren't for this kind of etiquette, he would have to take a sip, but this drink was just a glass, and he couldn't bear it. He smiled embarrassedly and told Yang Jin not to pour him wine again, but Yang Jin only smiled and said, "How can the host keep the guests' glass empty?"

Fu Yanghe suddenly realized that he might have remembered it wrong. He should not have done it all, but should have taken a sip. Yangjin saw that he drank all the food every time, so he added it to him.

Compared to being rude, getting drunk is even more embarrassing. Fu Yanghe weighed the pros and cons and decided not to drink anymore.

As expected, Yangjin never poured wine for him again. The alcohol came slowly, and he felt warm all over, even a little hot. It was early morning and it was still cold. He was wearing a little thick and sweating behind his ears.

During the meal, I felt that the family was more modern than he thought. Banjue Gongbu's father passed away two years ago, leaving behind a lot of family industries, all of which were handed over to his young son to take charge. Fortunately, Banjue's mother is quite knowledgeable and cultured. She is a rich lady. When her husband was alive, she often followed around the world. Now she is helping with Banjue's uncle to manage the family industry. Although she looks gentle and kind, she is a queen mother who rules the country from behind. Yangjin went to college abroad, and because she is going to get married this year, she is back. Her marriage partner is also a wealthy family in Kangzang area. It can be said that her childhood sweethearts are good. When they speak, they are all very knowledgeable women.

After all, aristocrats are nobles. Even if the dynasty changes and the aristocrats are gone, they are still a hundred times better than ordinary families. Moreover, the better the family, the better the children are in contact with excellent circles from childhood to adulthood, and they will become excellent people when they grow up. The poor and the rich have their own cycles. The tangible class can be eliminated, and the invisible class cannot be broken.

After dinner, Qu Zhen brought over another big silver bowl, and Fu Yanghe thought to himself that it was not good.

This is a must-drink wine after meals.

Yangjin really filled him with a big bowl, and Fu Yanghe picked it up and drank it all.

After dinner, he finally had the opportunity to visit the most famous aristocratic manor in the local area. Banjuegongbu asked, "Are you okay?"

Fu Yanghe shook his head, feeling a little cold as soon as he went out: "It's okay."

"I thought you wouldn't drink any of it," said Banjuegongbu. "You didn't drink a drop of it yesterday."

Fu Yanghe said: "Isn't this coming to your house? It's better to follow your house's customs. It's true that I rarely drink alcohol."

Banjuegongbu led him around and did not explain it to him. Only when he asked, Banjuegongbu would answer one sentence. Less words did not mean that people were indifferent.

Fu Yanghe found that when Banjue Gongbu looked at him, there was something in his eyes.

He saw a light of worship in Banjuegongbu's eyes. He had seen too many such lights. He had been bathed in such light since he was a child, and then grew up in such lights. He thought that Banjuegongbu probably regarded him as a teacher and dancer from the bottom of his heart.

I have to say that he is very helpful in his heart.

He took a few pictures with his camera and felt a little dizzy.

The last bowl of wine still came out. The initial symptom was stuttering.

"How many...there are this manor in total?"

"Thirty-six rooms. The place we came out just now was the living room, and this is the scripture hall."

"This...this...this is so big." After saying this, Fu Yanghe laughed first and said with a little embarrassment: "Drink...I...I...when I drink too much, I...when I drink too much, I...will stutter..."

Banjuegongbu said: "It's a bit windy outside. Otherwise, you can go to my room to take a break and then go shopping. There are also a lot of things in my study, and you may be interested."

Fu Yanghe made up his mind to speak less, nodded, followed Banjuegongbu for a few turns, and entered Banjuegongbu's room.

The study and bedroom were connected, with only a screen between the middle. It was dizzy but not drunk. It was the most comfortable time for drinking. Fu Yanghe only felt soft under his feet, but his body was light, warm from the inside to the outside, as if he had soaked in the wine. He had already grown a slutty face, but now he had a little drunken eyebrows and eyes, rosy lips, and long hair. Ban Juegongbu felt for a moment that even the most beautiful girl in Kangba was not like this...
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