115 Slaughtering the Ox

“Then let’s head back.”

Li Qiyao frowned as she looked at the feathers left behind by the golden eagle on the ground, quietly murmuring.

“Are you done with your painting?”

Xiang Yuanyuan walked over, glancing at the canvas before Li Qiyao. From what she saw, there was nothing particularly special, but it was clear the painting was unfinished.

“No, not yet. But it’s fine. I just paint to pass the time. I can paint anywhere, and now that it’s warming up, I don’t bother with sun protection.”

As she spoke, Li Qiyao began packing up her canvas.

No one else objected. After tidying up, they followed Qiangzi who led the horses toward the stable.

“Qiangzi, what do you have to do every day to take care of the horses?”

Their pace was leisurely, not hurried. Xiang Yuanyuan watched the horses nibbling as they walked, curious about horse care.

“To raise horses, you have to get up around five in the morning to prepare feed, clean out manure and the stone troughs. Sometimes you need to brush the horses, and during this process, you have to pay attention to any health issues or illnesses. If needed, you call a vet. During the day, you have to milk the suitable mares, take the horses out for exercise, and check horseshoes for the working horses. There are always endless small tasks. When things get busy, you even need to hire help for milking.”

Qiangzi was very clear about these details, though he hadn’t mentioned everything — like how sometimes machines are needed to cut and store grass for feed, or how feed shortages require purchasing. In short, the ranch was never a place without hard work. Otherwise, his father wouldn’t constantly urge Qiangzi to leave and seek other opportunities.

Hearing this, Xiang Yuanyuan felt disheartened. She hadn’t expected it to be so complicated. She thought the horses were just let out to roam freely during the day, that she could ride wildly, and then bring them back and lock them up in the afternoon. She never imagined there were so many chores involved.

Amid their light chatter, the stables came into view. Leading the lead horse inside, they found the stable already cleaned, and the feeding troughs filled with the horses’ favorite grain.

“My mother has already prepared all this in the morning. We just need to bring the horses in. Later, when we go back for lunch, she’s already preparing the meal. Today we’ll try the ranch’s food.”

The ranch wasn’t home to horses alone; there were also yaks, sheep, and other animals, though in smaller numbers—much like raising chickens and ducks in the countryside. These livestock brought in a decent income, and as long as they weren’t raised excessively, it was manageable alongside other tasks.

There was also a house on the ranch, equipped with fewer appliances. Qiangzi’s parents often stayed there overnight to keep an eye on the ranch’s affairs.

Riding from the ranch to their residence, this time Li Qiyao chose not to ride alongside Xiang Yuanyuan, instead savoring the pleasure of riding alone. Since no one was in a rush, they arrived at their destination at a leisurely pace.

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“Wow, this… this is a bit over the top, isn’t it?”

Xiang Yuanyuan cried out, eyes wide, at the scene in front of the courtyard.

“Hehe, it’s normal. I’m the one who arranged the whole roasted lamb, and my father gave me a hard time about it. He said we rarely have guests, and since you’re visitors from far away, we had to make it grand. So last night, we even arranged for someone to come and help butcher a yak.”

Qiangzi wasn’t surprised. Tibetans were known for their hospitality; if honored guests came from afar, it was customary to slaughter a yak to host them.

“Wow…”

The two women looked at Du Ruo. As southerners, they didn’t know much about local customs but understood the economic value of a yak. They truly hadn’t expected Qiangzi’s parents to butcher one just to entertain them.

“That’s fine. Guests should be treated well. You haven’t seen a yak being butchered, right? Why not go watch?”

Du Ruo spoke to reassure them, although she had already planned to send over a couple of bottles of tiger bone wine or other local specialties as a return gift when they left.

Reciprocity was important; they couldn’t simply refuse such generosity.

That day, they truly experienced the warmth of the locals and the ranch’s delicious food.

Not only did Qiangzi’s parents join them for the meal, but they also invited Qiangzi’s uncle and aunt to share drinks with the guests.

Boiled beef in clear broth, butter tea, hand-pulled rice, fine wine and food — the feast lasted from noon until evening.

Then, they lit a bonfire, grilled meat over the fire, drank fine wine, sang, and danced around the flames. The lively atmosphere continued until deep into the night. For Du Ruo, it was the best beef feast she’d ever had, and the happiest drinking session as well. Even Xiang Yuanyuan and Li Qiyao, who hadn’t drunk wine, wore flushed faces, as if infected by the warmth of the celebration.

Whether Xiang Yuanyuan secretly tried some horse milk wine remained unknown, but it seemed Li Qiyao had sampled some as well.

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Three days later—

“Ah!! Finally back!”

Xiang Yuanyuan stood before the familiar little tavern, arms outstretched, shouting joyfully. After a day of travel and transfers, it was now evening. Unlike the snow region with its long daylight hours lasting until eight or nine at night, here the sun had already begun to set.

“Hehe, I wonder who was lying by the airport in Zhaosu, looking reluctant to leave and saying they still wanted to ride horses.”

Li Qiyao teased from the side. The day’s journey had indeed been tiring, and she wasn’t in the mood to go wild with Xiang Yuanyuan, so she brushed past her and headed upstairs.

“Du Ruo, want to grab a bite together?”

Xiang Yuanyuan called out to Du Ruo, who had already entered the courtyard.

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