The barley ripened, and a total of 5,000 jin were harvested, both from the fields and the open spaces.

With a multi-functional tractor and threshing machine, harvesting and threshing are quite easy.

The most famous food made from barley is tsampa.

Zuo Ling had never eaten tsampa before and really wanted to try it. After watching many videos on how to make tsampa, she started making it herself.

Tsampa is fried noodles, and its preparation method differs slightly from that in the Central Plains.

In the Central Plains, fried noodles are made by drying wheat grains, removing the husks, grinding them into powder, and then frying them.

Tsampa, on the other hand, is dried in the sun, stir-fried, ground into fine flour, and the skin is not removed.

One has a shell, the other doesn't; just listening to the production process is enough to make someone with a narrow throat unable to swallow it.

They stir-fried a total of 100 jin (50 catties), with the whole family working together.

Two wood-fired stoves were used to roast barley grains, and an electric mill was used to grind them into powder. Apart from the time spent roasting, the process was quite simple.

When eating, add ghee, fried flour, white sugar, and warm water, then twist it into a firm dough by hand before eating.

Ghee is made from fresh cow's milk or fresh sheep's milk. There are many dairy products in the space, but they are all processed.

Zuo Ling comes from the countryside and has been drinking fresh milk since childhood, which is squeezed, boiled, and consumed immediately.

She felt that was the real fresh milk, and that the milk in the room was far from meeting the requirements of fresh milk.

If you don't have fresh milk, use butter instead of ghee.

After working for most of the day, 100 jin (50 catties) of tsampa was finally made.

Each person took a small bowl and cooked and ate by themselves.

The dough gradually solidified, and Zuo Ling pinched off a small piece and put it in her mouth. It was soft, sweet, and fragrant with a rich wheat flavor. The taste was quite good, and it wasn't as harsh on the throat as she had imagined.

Xiao Hao chuckled and said, "Sister, eating like this is quite interesting."

"If it's delicious, eat more. Tibetans eat tsampa every morning and evening."

In the snowy night, it was so anxious that it kept spinning around, barking, barking, barking, "Where's mine? Where's mine? I haven't even tasted it yet!"

Xiao Hao stuffed a big piece into the dog's mouth, and the dog finished it in a few bites without tasting it. Woof, woof, another piece!

Zuo Ling fed Waterfall a small piece, and Waterfall smacked its lips twice, saying it was just so-so, not as delicious as cream cake.

Staring at the snowy night, those who have never seen the world put anything into the dog's mouth.

When Old Danzeng arrived, the family was eating and chatting.

Having unlocked a new dish, Zuo Ling was in a very good mood and called out to Old Danzeng:

"Come on, come on, come on, we just made tsampa, have a taste, how does it taste?"

Zuo Ling was aloof and rarely gave Old Danzeng a kind look, so the sudden smile from Zuo Ling made Old Danzeng feel flattered.

Two Tibetans accompanied Old Danzeng. They gave each of them a bowl and told them to help themselves to eat.

In the eyes of the people in the yurt area, Zuo Ling was a heartless and rotten person. His sudden act of kindness was probably poisoned. Holding the bowl, he didn't dare to move for a long time.

"What's wrong? Try making it yourself and see if ours tastes better than yours."

The three of them steeled themselves. They hadn't eaten tsampa in a long time. It was better to die full than starving. It wouldn't hurt to have a good meal before they died.

They filled a bowl to the brim, and judging from how skillfully they spun the bowl, they were clearly people who ate tsampa often.

Old Danzeng pinched a piece, slowly put it in his mouth and chewed, his cloudy old eyes gradually becoming moist.

The taste of tsampa is slightly different from what they make at home, but the wheat aroma is the same.

The other two Tibetans' eyes reddened. How long had it been since they had eaten tsampa? Tears came uncontrollably.

Zuo Ling pretended not to see it: "I don't have any butter tea here, it'll be a bit dry."

Xiao Hao made them each a cup of tea, and the three thanked him repeatedly.

After finishing a bowl, I patted my stomach; I still hadn't had enough.

"Eat more if you like it, we make plenty."

Zuo Ling pushed the large bowl of tsampa toward them, and since she was in a good mood, she decided to be generous this time.

The three of them each ate another bowl. They wanted to eat more, but the tsampa was too hard, and they had been hungry for too long, so they were afraid of upsetting their stomachs and didn't dare to eat any more.

He thought to himself, "Today wasn't a wasted trip. The black-hearted, rotten-necked man has changed his ways and become a bodhisattva."

Old Danzeng gritted his teeth and traded 10 jin of gold with Zuo Ling for 100 jin of barley grains.

It's been several years, and everyone, young and old, has almost forgotten what tsampa tastes like. Today is a good day, so let's all be happy.

Having tasted tsampa, Zuo Ling lost her enthusiasm for planting barley again, and used the freed-up time to replenish the food in her space.

The family of three was busy frying, stir-frying, cooking, making bamboo rice, preserved meat, braised meat, various noodles, and side dishes.

"Sister, living here is quite nice. I don't have to worry about people smelling my cooking."

Knowing that Zuo Ling did not welcome them, the people from the felt tent area rarely came to this side of the mountain except on trading days, and the family lived a very quiet and carefree life.

100 jin of highland barley grains! The yurt area was in an uproar. How long had it been since they had smelled the aroma of highland barley?

The Tibetans who accompanied Old Tenzin told their families about eating tsampa in Zuoling.

Everyone stared wide-eyed. A heartless robber was offering you tsampa? Oh my god, what did I just hear!

Old Tenzin was in a great mood after a hearty meal. He waved his hand and said, "Keep half of it, and make the other half into tsampa so everyone can have a taste."

The crowd cheered, creating a festive atmosphere just like Chinese New Year.

Old Danzeng said to Wangzha:

"Tomorrow, take 10 catties of barley to Deji, and 10... no, 5 catties of gold, exchange 5 catties of gold for him."

Wangza's lips twitched slightly. Old Danzeng must have meant to say 10 jin of gold.

Alas, greedy old Tenzin has been corrupted by that heartless, rotten woman.

Deji was more excited to see barley than potatoes. Several times she opened her mouth to ask Wangza where the barley came from, but fearing that Wangza would misunderstand, she swallowed her words.

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