When Lao Liu returned to the inn, he found that almost all the villagers in Obacuo had arrived.

Zhaxi Dawa walked to Lao Liu and whispered: "I called my dad just now, but everyone came."

Mr. Basangjianzan said in a loud voice: "Xiao Liu, don't worry, we are behind you! We all support you."

But unfortunately, Lao Liu couldn't understand. Well, this was translated by Zhasi Dawa.

However, Old Liu was still very moved. He clasped his hands together: "Thank you, thank you everyone, thank you everyone, the matter has been handled almost, don't worry, everyone."

Luosang Doji, who was beside him, also said something in Tibetan, and everyone's emotions were not as excited as before.

The villagers knew the best and most clearly how helpful the things Mr. Liu was to the village now was to be done. This starry sky house was only less than a month after it was built, but the villagers all knew that the benefits these starry sky houses brought to the village on a day were equivalent to selling a two-year-old yak.

Even the dividends now can make every family have a very comfortable New Year!

Cutting off one's wealth path is like killing one's parents, and this is the same as killing one's parents.

If Boss Xiao Liu really stopped working here, who could bring them such benefits?

And this is just the income of Starry Sky House. There are more tourism projects to be launched next year. Who would like to let Boss Xiao Liu leave?

So after Zhashidawa's father learned about this, almost everyone in the village came.

Tibetans are very simple, but if you touch their limits, they will still get angry...

After all, Chu Qian persuaded the villagers to go back, and then came up and asked, "How is the handling?"

"It should be no big problem. Brother Zhao probably will go to the leader to talk about this matter now. Please wait for the result."

A large group of tourists eating melons through the window in the lobby started to pick up their chopsticks to eat again...

The young couple took a white lion and steamed buns to walk on the grassland in the north. Chu Qian said with emotion: "Although the overall environment is getting better and better, there are always some people who think about this and that all day long, and don't focus on their work."

"Haha, there are all kinds of birds in the forest, and this kind of thing is inevitable."

"Yes, let alone here, even in developed coastal areas, such things cannot be avoided." Chu Qian was also deeply touched.

Lao Liu smiled and said, "If you want to completely avoid such a situation, you probably have to use robots or artificial AI like in science fiction movies..."

"I am a green onion, from outer space..." Lao Liu's phone rang, and Chu Qian slapped him angrily, "Come on to change the ringtone quickly, it sounds awkward."

When Lao Liu looked at the caller ID, he stretched out his finger and made a "shhhh" posture, then he answered the phone: "Uncle Qin Yue... Well, I just said the matter as it was. Besides, there is a surveillance video... OK, okay, don't worry, I have no other ideas... OK, well, when you come back, Chu Qian and I will visit you together..."

Seeing her boyfriend hung up the phone, Chu Qian asked, "Is it uncle Qin Yue?"

Old Liu was a little amused and laughed, "How did you get this to him? Forget it, don't worry, if Uncle Qin Yue finds out, we will have nothing to do with this."

"He's down there now?"

"Well, Uncle Qin Yue is now in Hangzhou. He went there to attend a trade meeting and saw his wife and children. He just said that when my uncle came up, he would come to the inn to take a look. We will have to have a good treat at that time."

Chu Qian nodded. She naturally knew that Qin Yue's identity and Qin Yue's possible job changes next year. If the legendary job changes are really successful, then Qin Yue would really become an absolute chief official.

It would be fine if you didn't know Qin Yue. That kind of high-ranking official is not something that ordinary people can contact. But the problem is that her boyfriend's uncle and Qin Yue have a different relationship. Since there is this relationship, if it is not maintained properly, then he will be a sincere fool...

Mantou had fun with a ball. Even the white lion, who had always been cold, was particularly interested in that ball. The brother and sister caught the unlucky ball and vented their energy.

The dumplings soaring in the sky made a clear cry. Although there was a little "rattle" sound, it also had the charm of an adult golden eagle crying.

However, like its white lion, the dumplings are not as big as a golden eagle, and they are bigger than ordinary golden eagle young birds.

The reason why the three little ones are much larger than their similar sizes is probably because of the magical spring.

Others don’t know that, anyway, he drinks spring water all day long, and although he has not grown taller and stronger, his physical strength, endurance and strength have increased significantly...

Chu Qian also smiled at the playful buns and Bai Shi's face, but her brows frowned again, "Liu Mo'ang, it's December soon. Isn't the inn closed until the end of the calendar year? What should you do with these three little guys?"

"Aren't I worried about this too?" Old Liu shook his head with a bitter face, "It's definitely not OK to take them back for the New Year. The white lion is fine. At worst, you can drive back, but what should I do with steamed buns and dumplings? Especially steamed buns, if they are investigated on the road, we won't have to pass the New Year. But if we don't take them back, these three guys will have a big splash in the past two months?"

The white lion not far away arched the steamed bun with one head, and the steamed bun rolled on the meadow, got up and continued to toss the ball with his brother.

Chu Qian said quietly: "Unless you don't go home during the Chinese New Year, you may not be able to solve this problem."

Old Liu shook his head and said, "It is impossible not to go back. Let's not talk about my parents, I have grandma and grandpa. It is definitely not possible if I don't go back, and my mother will definitely not do it."

Chu Qian: "There is another important thing you didn't consider. The dumplings are easy to say, but the steamed buns are now inseparable from the white lion. If you take the white lion away, the steamed buns probably won't live long."

Old Liu nodded silently.

Chu Qian's words are correct. Although Bai Shi and Mantou are brothers and sisters, Bai Shi is actually now responsible for the responsibility of the female snow leopard. Now, except for Lao Liu and Chu Qian who can feed the steamed buns, the steamed buns given by others are not even shown.

However, Bai Shi and Dumplings brought food to steamed buns, and steamed buns were also eaten. And now Lao Liu and Chu Qian have begun to reduce feeding steamed buns, mainly to cultivate the habit of eating steamed buns by themselves.

Now it can be said that most of the food eaten by steamed buns is made with white lions and dumplings.

The steamed buns are not able to hunt them now. If they were not there for the steamed buns and the white lion, they might really starve to death.

"If it really doesn't work, please leave the white lion and the steamed bun at the Zhashi Dawa's house. Anyway, when my second uncle was hospitalized, the white lion also followed the Zhashi Dawa."

Chu Qian shook her head and was about to say something, but she felt a chill on her face suddenly.

Looking up at the sky, Chu Qian said in surprise: "It's snowing."

Old Liu also looked up at the cloudy sky, stretched out his hand and felt it for a while and nodded, "It's snowing, let's go back."

The two of them walked back with the white lion and steamed buns. The distance was not far for hundreds of meters, but before they could reach the inn, the snowflakes in the sky fell down one after another.

After seeing that there were no guests in the yard, Lao Liu led the steamed buns upstairs. After he got off the stairs, there was a layer of snow on the ground in the backyard.

"Damn it, the snow is heavy enough!" The big dog stood at the door of the kitchen and looked up at the sky.

Old Liu took out a box of white men, pulled out one and gave it to the big dog, and the two smokers began to suck the clouds and spit out mist.

"This snow is probably small. When Chu Qian and I were trapped in the Holy Elephant Sky Gate, the snow was not so urgent."

The big dog nodded and said, "It's time for a heavy snowfall. There have been only three light snowfalls this month, and even the snow on the ground cannot be saved."

Old Liu shook his head and said, "Don't expect heavy snow. It's hard to walk on the road, and the number of tourists will definitely decrease a lot. Also, once the snow is really heavy, the cattle and sheep on the grassland will go hungry."

"Don't the herdsmen all have dry grass?"

"There are forage grasses, but it points to how long can those forage grasses be eaten? This is not the Mongolian grasslands and Western Xinjiang. There are very few herdsmen who grow forage grass here, and most of the herdsmen are counting on natural pastures."

"Brother Ang, why don't you plant grass next year? Look at your pasture, you don't raise many cattle and sheep, especially your sheep, you'll almost let the dumplings go away. No one cares about the cows you raise, so it's better not to raise them and plant grass next year."

Old Liu glanced at the big dog: "Plant grass? Do you go and plant it?"

The big dog shook his head like a rattle: "I can only stir the spoon, I have never done this job in farming. But isn't there anyone in the north of Yubacuo?"

This made Lao Liu feel moved. It is not unreasonable to say that the big dog is casually mentioned. The grasslands on the plateau are now degrading, overgrazing, rat damage, pest damage, and some other natural or man-made disasters. The ecological environment of the plateau is not ideal now.

Moreover, the plateau is now encouraging herdsmen to plant forage, after all, the yield of forage is far higher than that of natural pastures.

Take the natural pasture near the inn as an example. The pasture here is a typical central alpine meadow grassland. The average yield of fresh grass per mu of this natural pasture is less than 70 kilograms.

But what if we plant forage manually?

Even the most common forage grass can easily reach 600 kilograms per mu. The output of forage grass is nine times the output of natural pastures, and this gap is not ordinary.

And if it is a forage grass with high yield, such as oat grass, then the output of fairy grass in one acre of land can exceed 100%! That is the gap of more than ten times!

If we planted all the more than 4,000 acres of grasslands in our homes with high yields, and even planted all the grasslands of all villagers in the Ubacuo family with high yields...

Well, I still have the Five Elements Jade in my hand.

The more I thought about it, Lao Liu felt that this matter seemed to be very feasible.
Chapter completed!