There were several circles of villagers watching the fun sitting behind the table. The servants of the leading family were pouring highland barley wine into the wooden bowls they brought in front of them. These people didn't care about anything else and started drinking by themselves.

Ram pulled them to sit down in the last row of circles. Jiazhen sat next to Leng Yi. Zhongbaza did not come, he was watching over little Rob at home. Ram's mother had already brought her own wooden bowl.

A servant came over to pour the wine. Leng Yi took it and took a sip. It was still sour, but it was much better than the highland barley wine he drank at Bazaar's house.

Ram's father and mother toasted Leng Yi humbly, but her brother would just smile stupidly and wait for others to let him drink before he drank up the wooden bowl of wine in one gulp.

Jiazhen was also very surprised. She had been away from her hometown for many years, and she saw familiar scenes again, and her face was filled with excitement. The two girls, one on each side, took turns toasting to Leng Yi.

This highland barley wine tastes very weak, almost like water. However, when the wine is strong, it is extremely strong. Leng Yi has never drunk it, but he has rich experience in wineries, and he is the most careful about this kind of wine.

Don't dare to drink too much, lest you get drunk and don't know when.

However, wishes are always good, but many things often backfire. When the host and his family arrived, the two girls were already blushing from drinking. Leng Yi also felt a little fuzzy.

When Ram saw his master and his family coming, he ran over happily, bent down next to a girl and called out: "Hi! Dolma!"

The girl turned around and saw Ram. She was overjoyed and almost jumped up and hugged her: "Ram! Why are you back? Didn't you say you were married?"

"I miss you so much! I'm back! Are you getting married today? What a lucky coincidence! It's a pity that I don't have any good gifts for you."

"It's the best gift that you can come back to my wedding. I'm so happy!"

The two girls were together on the floor. The leader next to them was stroking his beard and looking at them with a smile.

Zhuoma waved a man over and said, "Here! This is Jiangcun, my husband. - Jiangcun, this is my childhood friend Ram. She came back specially to attend our wedding today."

The man was fat and had a wretched look on his face. When he saw Ram, he bowed and saluted, but kept staring at her towering breasts.

The leader said: "Daughter, come back to the table quickly, let's start!"

Ram quickly said goodbye and returned to Leng Yi.

A fat old man seemed to be the host of the wedding. He stood next to the bonfire and spoke loudly in Tibetan, one after another. Jiazhen translated it for Leng Yi, which was some words of blessing.

Then, the groom and the bride toasted to all the relatives and guests present. They also toasted to the whole village. Then, they danced the Guozhuang dance around the bonfire.

At this stage of the program, it was time to give free rein. In the countryside, the rules were much simpler than in the city. Ram took Leng Yi and carried the wine glass to toast Dolma and the others.

Zhuoma looked Leng Yi up and down, her eyes full of unconcealable admiration. She stared at him intently, and said to Ram with a smile: "Is this your husband? He is so handsome!"

Ram sighed: "How can I be so lucky? He is a merchant from the Song Dynasty. He passed by our place and sent me back by the way. He is very kind and has high martial arts skills."

"Really?" Zhuoma looked very surprised. He rolled his eyes and said to Ram: "Is he strong?"

"It's so big that he can break the blade of a belt knife with both hands! Do you think he's very strong? What do you want to do?" Ram seemed to have just come to his senses and looked at him with a smile.

Dolma leaned close to his ear and whispered a few words. Ram then laughed and hit her. The two laughed together, hugging each other and biting their ears.

Leng Yi stood beside him holding a wine glass. Jiazhen didn't follow him, and he didn't know what they were talking about. He saw the two of them smiling happily and was infected. He smiled and looked at them.

Finally, Ram nodded, and Zhuoma was overjoyed. He drank from the cup with them, and looked at Leng Yi carefully several times with a blushing face.

This Tibetan girl is much prettier than Lamu. She is graceful and elegant, and is very eye-catching. Leng Yi also smiled at her.

Lamu and Jiazhen pulled Leng Yi to dance the Guozhuang dance. Naturally, Leng Yi couldn't dance, so he had to learn from her. However, he soon learned it. After all, there are only a few repetitions of the Guozhuang dance, so it's still

It is easy to master. People dance to cheer up after drinking, just to relax their mood, and they don’t care about the singing and dancing. This relatively simple singing and dancing with repetitive movements is the most suitable for dancing at this time. When the wine is drunk, dancing will become more pleasurable.

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When everyone in the venue was jubilant, the fat emcee began to host the next program.

The master of ceremonies chirped and everyone jumped for joy. Of course, the happiest ones were the young guys. Some of them had already begun to take off their shirts and gear up.

Ram took Leng Yi's hand and spoke to him in Tibetan. Leng Yi looked at Jiazhen. Jiazhen just smiled and did not translate.

Leng Yi was surprised and asked her what Ram said, but Ram refused to say.

At this time, several servants pushed a large, round stone piled in a corner into the middle of the field. Then, they took a bowl of ghee and spread it evenly on it.

Leng Yi asked again: "What kind of game is this?"

Jiazhen said: "Yes, it means picking up a stone with no arms and throwing it behind the shoulder. Whoever throws the most times wins! The time between picking up the stone twice cannot exceed ten breaths. That is, within ten breaths,

You must pick up the stone a second time, otherwise you lose.--This is the traditional wedding ceremony of the Misang tribe. It's very fun. '

At this time, a strong man came on the stage, held the stone and started throwing it. Amid the cheers and noises of the surrounding crowd, he threw it five times in a row! He received applause from the audience.

Then, among the strong men who came on stage, some did it six times, some three times, and some couldn't hold the stone and push it behind their shoulders because the stone was too slippery, which made the whole audience burst into laughter.

Leng Yi noticed that among the bride's guests sitting at the guest table, there was a very strong man, short in stature, but with bulging muscles all over his body and a muscular face.

The strong man of stone, with a contemptuous sneer on his lips, held the bowl and kept drinking.

When no one else came on stage, the strong man stood up and walked to the middle of the field. He first bowed to those who were welcoming the bride, and then saluted the lord. Then he walked to the middle of the field, glanced at the large slippery round stone, and left.

He stood still with two short and thick legs like wooden stakes, grabbed the boulder with both hands, shouted, picked him up, lifted him to his shoulders and pushed him behind him, immediately turned around, picked him up again and pushed him behind his shoulders. Repeat this, holding him in one breath

He hugged his shoulders a total of sixteen times! It was ten times more than the previous six times in the village that he had hugged his shoulders the most!

Everyone in the venue was stunned, and everyone looked at each other. There was no applause, except for the lord and lady at the main table who gave him two polite pats.

Leng Yi also clicked his tongue at the sight, and asked Jiazhen in a low voice: "Why is this person so powerful?"

Jiazhen said: "What's the point of asking? He is the most powerful man in our Misang, named Qiangba. He will be invited to participate in any marriage between leaders, lords and other powerful people."

"Invite him to participate? Why? Are you afraid that the other party won't give it to you and will forcefully grab it?"

Jiazhen burst out laughing: "That's the case in a place like Bazaar where there are no women and little money. The leader lord is powerful, so there is no need to steal marriages."

"Then why did you invite him to come?"

Jiazhen said with a sly smile: "Wait a moment, you will know soon!"

At this time, an old man in the guest seat stood up and said something to the lord proudly. The lord nodded reluctantly with a straight face.

Leng Yi was about to ask Jiazhen what they were talking about, when he saw Zhuoma stood up, said something loudly, and then pointed his hand towards Leng Yi. All the eyes of the audience were focused on Leng Yi.

Leng Yi was at a loss and didn't know what they were saying, so he could only smile and nodded at everyone.

The two families were still talking loudly. Leng Yi asked Jiazhen in a low voice: "Why are you pointing at me?"

Jiazhen laughed even louder and whispered: "Dolma said she wants you to help participate. Holding rocks is better than Jianba!'

"Me?" Leng Yi glanced at the big stone again, confident that if he picked it up and threw it behind his shoulder, there would be no problem. He smiled and said: 'What's the reward for winning?'

Jiazhen glanced at Ram, chuckled and said: 'The lord will toast you and praise you as the best warrior on the grassland!'

‘That’s it?’

'Then what do you want?'

Leng Yi smiled, that's right, it was just for entertainment. After drinking, he was just thinking about doing something active. He said, "Okay, I can give it a try. But I may not win him over."

Jiazhen pulled him to her side and whispered: "You must win!"

"Why?"

"It will be of great benefit to you! You are right to listen to me!"

"What's the benefit?"

Before Jiazhen could answer, Jiazhen pointed at Leng Yi again and said something loudly.

Ram next to him had already pulled him to stand up, walked to the center of the field, suddenly wrapped his hands around his neck, and kissed him hard on the cheek. All the villagers in Changzhong were laughing and shouting, looking very excited.

Ram pointed at the strong man and the big round stone on the ground that had been greased with butter, and said something loudly to Leng Yi. Of course, Leng Yi looked at a loss and could only look at Jiazhen.

Jiazhen smiled and pointed at the big round stone on the ground and made a hugging gesture.

Leng Yi nodded to Ram. Ram was overjoyed, hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. Then he stepped aside.

Leng Yi didn't usually wear his special steel bulletproof vest. He took off his coat, revealing his strong tendons, the inverted triangle latissimus dorsi, the majestic pectoralis major on the plateau, and the rectus abdominis arranged in blocks, like a devil's fist.

The bulging deltoid muscles caused exclamations from the audience, especially the women. Zhuoma stood there, her eyes bright, shining with surprise.

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