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Chapter 257 The Man Who Hunted Grizzly Bears [Two-in-One!]

Li Younan and his group have been out of the RV campsite for some time now.

There is always an oxygen supply in the RV, so even at an altitude of 4000 meters, there is no significant impact.

However, once you step out of the RV, the surrounding environment truly reflects the oxygen content that should be present at an altitude of 4000 meters.

After wandering around outside for a while, Liu Li felt dizzy and her temples throbbed slightly.

It was only then that she realized she was experiencing altitude sickness. Because Li Younan had protected her so well, she had almost forgotten for a long time that she was on a plateau.

She couldn't help but think that if Li Younan hadn't made preparations in advance, this trip definitely wouldn't have gone so smoothly.

Those who drive along National Highway 318 from coastal areas do not have such conditions, and the altitude sickness alone can make their journey quite difficult.

As Liu Li continued walking forward with Li Younan, she silently put on the portable oxygen concentrator.

She felt much better after breathing in the oxygen.

Li Younan followed Gyatso through the village and arrived at the house closest to the hillside, which was Gyatso's home.

Gyatso told Li Younan, "Snowy areas are generally divided into agricultural and pastoral areas. Our situation is quite special. We are a semi-agricultural and semi-pastoral area, where we raise cattle and sheep and also grow some grains and vegetables."

Li Younan roughly understood that the grains Gyatso was referring to were mainly barley, and the vegetables were radishes and potatoes.

Gyatso pointed to the potatoes in the roadside vegetable garden and said, "This is a local vegetable of our autonomous region, hahahaha."

Li Younan recalled that when he went to Aba and Ganzi, the local Tibetans also said that potatoes were a local specialty.

He knew very well that the reason people ate so many potatoes in the snowy areas was not only because of their taste, but more importantly because there were very few crops suitable for growing in high-altitude regions. Potatoes, on the other hand, grew well in this environment, and the large temperature difference between day and night resulted in better starch deposition in the potatoes, giving them a soft and mealy texture...

Li Younan recalled the steamed potatoes he ate in Aba last time. The potatoes had a sandy texture, can you believe it?
Along the way, he also noticed that every household in the village had a tall stack of firewood piled up in front of their door.

Upon seeing the firewood, a thought flashed through his mind.

The car is equipped with woodworking, carving, and even painting tools. As the saying goes, when you have a hammer, you want to find the nail. Li Younan is always ready to put his skills to use.

Gyatso warmly invited them into the courtyard.

This is a single-story house, and an old-fashioned motorcycle is parked in the yard.

"Riding a motorcycle is more convenient than driving a car here."

Gyatso explained.

Li Younan parked his motorcycle, and at that moment a four or five-year-old Tibetan girl ran out of the house with a pure smile on her face, calling out "Father, Father".

Gyatso picked up the little girl and said, "This is my daughter, Tsering Nime."

The little girl with short, curly hair had rosy cheeks. She looked at Li Younan and Liu Li with curiosity, then smiled and buried her head in Jiacuo's arms.

At that moment, a young Tibetan woman came in carrying a bucket of milk.

Gyatso introduced, "This is my wife, her name is Zhagen Tso."

The two exchanged a few words in Tibetan, and Zhagencuo smiled shyly at Li Younan and Liu Li.

Gyatso then said, "We're planning to make ghee today, haven't you ever seen it before?"

He recalled a tourist similar to Li Younan who was very curious about the process of making ghee.

This thing, which is nothing out of the ordinary for Tibetan herders, was something the tourist watched with great interest for a whole day.

Li Younan said, "Oh, I have seen him before."

"Have you ever seen ghee made?"

"I've done it myself."

"You even made your own ghee?"

"Yes, it's made with goat's milk."

"Goat milk is used to make ghee?"

Gyatso was taken aback by Li Younan's series of answers.

It's important to know that goat milk and yak milk are quite different, and even dairy cows from the plains have difficulty producing good ghee.

Yak milk has a very high fat content, making it easy to produce oil, while dairy cows in plains areas have very little fat, not to mention goat milk.

When he was a child, Gyatso followed his mother around and played around. He even tried to make butter with goat's milk. He spent the whole afternoon doing this, and apart from his hands being too tired to lift, he didn't see a single drop of butter.

Gyatso immediately laughed: "You're bragging again. How can you possibly extract ghee from sheep's milk?"

"Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean you can't play it."

Gyatso was stubborn by nature. He laughed and said, "If you can make ghee for me using goat's milk, I'll give you all the ghee I made today."

Li Younan shook his head: "I don't want your ghee."

Their ghee is still made entirely by hand, but now with electric equipment, it's not as troublesome as before.

They first used a centrifuge to purify the milk, resulting in milk with a higher fat concentration, where the golden fat was already visible. Then they poured it into a churning container and used a piston-type churning pestle to churn out the ghee.

Li Younan watched for a while, and with each pull and pounding, the clumps of ghee gradually floated to the surface.

Gyatso, drenched in sweat, wiped the sweat from his brow and said to Li Younan, "You see, this is quite tiring. I've already purified it once using a centrifuge. It would be even more tiring if it were all done by hand. You simply can't extract the goat milk."

Li Younan was too lazy to explain, and instead chatted with Jiacuo about other things, such as how the beef was sold and their usual sources of income.

After chatting for a while, Gyatso suddenly remembered something and asked, "What do you do?"

"Me? I guess you could call me a travel blogger."

"Oh, you mean those video-making videos? We often make videos on Douyin too. What's your Douyin account called?"

"You should be able to find me by searching for Li Younan."

At this moment, Gyatso was wearing plastic gloves and scooping the ghee blocks out of the container, rinsing them with water, and then patting them into another stainless steel basin.

Next, the ghee needs to be shaped, but he plans to have his wife do that.

After finishing all that, Gyatso wiped his hands and took out his phone: "Here, let me give you a follower."

Li Younan smiled calmly.

When Gyatso searched for "Li Younan" on his phone, the first thing that popped up wasn't his account information, but some trending videos about him.

The first news item was about Li Younan's restoration of national treasure porcelain, which was featured on CCTV. When Jiacuo saw the video of Li Younan in the news, he looked at him in surprise and turned his phone around: "Is this you?"

Li Younan nodded.

"Oh my, you've even been on CCTV?"

Gyatso lowered his head and continued scrolling through the search results, but the next video completely stunned him.

The second video is a clip of Li Younan from "Living Alone in the Wilderness".

The video begins: "You may not have heard of the name Li Younan, but those who have played against the Grizzlies one-on-one will surely be familiar with him."

"His incredible feat of taking down a grizzly bear, one of the most powerful land predators, without a scratch, with just a bow and a hunting knife is sure to amaze you. This most realistic battle has earned this season the top spot in the series!"

"Next, I will use 40 minutes and 18000 words of text to analyze in detail how Li Younan built a rammed earth house with a platform beam on the shore of Lake Chilco in Canada, fired ceramic utensils, hunted bison, raised ewes, made ghee... and finally took on a grizzly bear alone, turning 'wilderness solitude' into 'wilderness vacation'..."

Gyatso stared in disbelief at the video clips.

He looked up at Li Younan, then at the video clip in the slide, confirming that the fair-skinned, handsome Han Chinese man in front of him was indeed the person in the video.

My brain went blank for a moment.

Half a day later, he scrolled to the back of the video and saw the clip of Li Younan fighting the grizzly bear and finally killing it. He looked at Li Younan in disbelief again.

How could this seemingly ordinary person take on a grizzly bear one-on-one?
It's worth noting that in snowy areas, even Tibetan bears are generally not to be trifled with, but the grizzly bear in the video, filmed from a first-person perspective, exudes a sense of oppression due to its massive size that can be felt even through the screen.

How could this person in front of me kill such a behemoth?
It was only then that Gyatso began to understand why Li Younan was so skilled at butchering yaks.

Who exactly is this person?

Then he suddenly remembered a detail from the video—raising ewes to make ghee.

He scrolled through the progress bar and actually found the segment about milking goats and making ghee with homemade tools.

As he watched, Gyatso's lips twitched slightly.

It's not impossible to churn goat milk into ghee, but goat milk has a low fat content, making the churning process more laborious and requiring specialized equipment.

However, the skills Li Younan displayed in the video, as well as the exquisite craftsmanship of the ghee mold he made, were something even this Tibetan man, who had been working with ghee since childhood, admired.

Li Younan, meanwhile, looked around with great interest as Gyatso focused on watching the video.

After a while, Gyatso put down his phone, stood up, and sincerely extended his hand to shake hands with Li Younan. He said humorously, "Brother, you are the reincarnation of the God of War. You are too awesome. You are not bragging."

Li Younan laughed heartily: "In your words, isn't he a man like an eagle?"

"Ah, yes, yes, it's nice to meet you! Come on, brother, let's go to the room. I'll treat you and your girlfriend to dinner."

Gyatso was exceptionally warm and hospitable.

Li Younan and Jiacuo came out of the room where butter was being made. At that moment, Liu Li was playing in the courtyard with Jiacuo's daughter, Zeren Nimei.

Zeren Nimei taught Liu Li Tibetan, word by word, and Liu Li studied very diligently.

How was my assessment?

"You didn't explain it well."

"Ah! You should say, 'Sister,' what you said is wonderful."

"What you said is really not good."

Zeren Nimei frowned and gave Liu Li a serious critique, which made Li Younan and Jiacuo next to her burst into laughter.

Li Younan then didn't stand on ceremony and had lunch with Liu Li at Jiacuo's house.

Gyatso served them yak meat, cooked in a very primitive and simple way—boiling it in water.

However, it also has a unique flavor when dipped in chili powder.

After eating for a while, Li Younan asked, "Brother Jiacuo, could you sell me some of the wood here?"

Gyatso asked curiously, "What do you need the wood for?"

Li Younan smiled and said vaguely, "I'm just a little itchy to do something. While I'm staying here, I want to make something interesting..."

……

In the afternoon, the sun rose, and much of the snow melted, but this made the ground, especially the hillside, quite muddy. Fortunately, it didn't matter; they could take the road to Li Younan's camp and then cross the jungle again.

In the afternoon, Gyatso had nothing to do, so he took his daughter, Tsering Nyima, and rode his family's motorcycle with Li Younan to the camp.

He was very interested in Li Younan's RV.

On the way back, Liu Li still sat behind Li Younan and hugged him tightly.

Liu Li was wearing a helmet, her hair flying in the wind, her face flushed, looking nervous and shy, but she was holding Li Younan very tightly.

Upon arriving at the RV, Li Younan, just as he had warmly received Jiacuo, enthusiastically invited Jiacuo to tour the RV.

Li Younan hadn't decided what to do with the outdoor canopy tent, except when the weather was nice at noon.

The main reason is that the weather here is honestly a bit cold, and the ultraviolet rays are strong. If it were used as a living room, there wouldn't be many applications, so it seems that it can only be used as a large kitchen.

Afterwards, Li Younan went inside and gave Jiacuo a detailed introduction to the various layouts inside the RV.

Gyatso noticed that there was only one bed in the RV, and suddenly asked Liu Li out of the blue, "Little sister, how old are you?"

Liu Li was stunned for a moment: "Huh? I...I'm 20."

"You're 20 years old? You look like a 15 or 16-year-old little sister."

"Huh? No, no... Brother Gyatso, why are you asking this?"

"Oh, let me calculate the legal marriage age for you."

"what?"

"What you're doing is legal."

"..."

Jiacuo, holding Tsering Nyima, curiously examined everything in Li Younan's RV, occasionally exclaiming in amazement, "Wow, this is amazing! Wow, this is even better than our real houses. How do you get electricity?"

"There is a gasoline generator in the RV, but it is generally not needed. The sunshine in your snowy area is very good, and there is a folding solar photovoltaic panel on the vehicle, so the solar power is enough. However, if there is continuous heavy snow, like last night, and the sun does not come out for several days, then the gasoline generator will be used, but that situation should be relatively rare."

"How many kilometers can your car travel?"

"I haven't tested it. Theoretically, it can run for one or two thousand kilometers, depending on the road conditions."

"One or two thousand kilometers! That's impressive, really impressive. Do you get cold at night? Do you keep the air conditioning on all day?"

"There is diesel heating."

Li Younan answered all of Gyatso's questions in detail.

Li Younan seemed to have a corresponding solution for every problem in life that Gyatso could think of.

After learning more about it, he was completely convinced.

After the introductions were complete, Li Younan invited the two of them to sit down in the RV's booth. Then, a convenient water pipe on the table rose up, filled it with water, and boiled it to make fruit tea for Jiacuo and Zeren Nimei.

Looking out at the lake view, Gyatso said with some emotion, "Brother, I've seen too many tourists from your Han Chinese areas. I think the problem lies with this place." As he spoke, Gyatso pointed to his head.

Li Younan paused for a moment, then did not respond to those words.

He could probably understand what Gyatso meant, just like the hiker they had met before.

Some people simply want to see the beautiful landscapes of their motherland. They don't pursue the life experiences along the way, but rather the spiritual pursuits. Seeing them is enough for them.

Such behavior is difficult for ordinary people to understand. For example, Gyatso thought that a life of enduring hardship without any real suffering was just crazy.

It's understandable that people have different perspectives and starting points when considering issues.

However, Li Younan would naturally not try to change Jiacuo's mindset, just as those who travel through hardships do not need others to correct their views.

"Of course, I won't say they're crazy, that would be impolite."

"But, for example, a few days ago, I was on the mountain and met two people who were walking up. As soon as they saw me, they burst into tears and tumbled down the hillside, saying that I was their savior. They said they were lost in the mountains and almost died there. I brought them to the highway, and they thanked me profusely... Haha, I think these people are really interesting."

Then Gyatso said, "Yours is the real trip!"

Then he patted his daughter's head and said, "When you grow up, study hard, go to university, earn money and buy a motorhome like this, then travel to their place, okay?"

Zerenni said sweetly, "Okay."

Gyatso had another purpose in coming here—he was a village cadre and was responsible for patrolling the shores of Ranwu Lake to check if anyone was littering.

In recent years, Ranwu Lake has become increasingly popular. Initially, the villagers warmly welcomed tourists, but some tourists had poor manners and often littered, leading to the closure of many campsites along the way.

This place is not easy for ordinary people to find, and it is not easy for Li Younan to drive here, but the necessary procedures still need to be followed.

Although he had a pleasant conversation with Li Younan, Jiacuo still needed to confirm one thing: the sewage from the RVs was a major problem, and they would absolutely not allow the sewage from the RVs to enter Ranwu Lake.

Seeing that Li Younan's car was equipped with a high-end toilet, Gyatso was finally relieved.

Li Younan assured Jiacuo that the garbage generated every day would be transported by motorcycle to the garbage station at the entrance of the village for disposal.

Gyatso, however, said dismissively, "As long as it's not plastic waste, but something like kitchen waste, it's fine to dig a hole here and bury it."

Afterwards, Gyatso took Tsering Nyima back.

Not long after, he returned and brought Li Younan some wood—leftover planks from building houses in the village, which were originally only good for firewood.

Although he didn't know what Li Younan wanted these things for, Gyatso was happy to do him a favor.

Li Younan was extremely grateful and wanted to transfer money to Jiacuo, but the other party refused.

Gyatso said in a serious tone, "Giving me this money is a sign of disrespect. I am a hospitable person and want to make friends. Don't make things so ugly."

Li Younan couldn't insist any longer, but in his heart he was thinking about what kind of gift he should make for Gyatso's family.

Having dispelled Gyatso's concerns, Li Younan moved all the wood he had brought into the canopy tent.

The quantity of these timbers is not large, but they are all leftovers from building houses. They have already been air-dried and are ready to be used directly for carpentry work.

To be fair, because they had a motorhome, all the furniture, equipment, and other supplies needed for camping in the wild were already prepared, so Li Younan didn't actually have any needs.

Even outdoor tables, chairs, and lounge chairs are available as ready-made folding units that can be taken out and used directly.

Li Younan acquired the wood partly to relieve his boredom, and partly because he did need to make something on the spot—something he had forgotten to buy.

He made himself a canvas.

Since acquiring painting skills, Li Younan has never actually painted a single picture.

Although painting skills have many applications, such as firing porcelain and carving dragons and phoenixes in a Canadian shelter, I have never painted a complete painting in the true sense of the word.

The beautiful scene before us is perfect for painting an oil painting.

The next day, Li Younan got up early and carried his easel to the lakeside to sketch.

Several Tibetan children strolled down the hillside, clearly coming from the village.

The oldest was eight or nine years old, and the youngest was only four or five years old. Among them was Gyatso's daughter, Tsering Nyima.

These children probably told them a story about a very powerful older brother on the hillside after Zeren Nimei went back yesterday.

Especially Jiacuo, after bringing him back to the village, took advantage of the time when he visited each household in the evening to show the others Li Younan's video.

The village was small and sparsely populated, so the news spread quickly.

After all, several men recognized Li Younan when he slaughtered the cow yesterday.

In this way, the children naturally learned about Li Younan from the adults' conversations.

When I was little, I was carefree and would wander over to find Li Younan whenever I had nothing to do.

Walking only one or two kilometers and then crossing a mountain, it was unbelievable to Li Younan and Liu Li that such young children could do it, yet these children seemed to take it for granted.

However, when they actually got to the RV, they were still very nervous and shy, and just stood there watching Li Younan and the others from a distance.

Liu Li took the initiative to invite them over, and they slowly approached.

Because the weather was nice today, Li Younan took down all the fabric covering the four sides of the canopy tent and set up a camping table and chairs underneath.

Liu Li then led the children to sit down under the canopy tent, gave them candy and snacks, and brewed a few cups of tea. The children sat there very well, answering Liu Li's questions in a lively and honest manner.

"Do your family members know you came all this way?"

“They don’t know.”

"Oh? Won't they be worried?"

"Don't worry, they'll only hit us."

"Ah? This..."

“It doesn’t matter. We’ll just say that Luo Bucuo brought us out. If anyone’s going to fight, fight Luo Bucuo alone.”

The boy named Luo Bucuo: "?"

Liu Li is no longer afraid of open spaces, but she still has some social anxiety around strangers, while she is much more relaxed around children.

These children always gave unexpected answers, leaving Liu Li stunned.

But it's clear that Liu Li really likes children.

Children here are exposed to fewer things than children in the city, and they know less. Even the smallest novelty can make them very happy.

Liu Li was playing with the children over there, and seeing that there was no problem, Li Younan continued to draw by himself.

After a while, Li Younan was engrossed in his drawing when he suddenly sensed someone beside him.

He turned his head and glanced at it; it was a little boy who looked eight or nine years old.

He stared at Li Younan's painting for an unknown amount of time. Only when he noticed Li Younan's gaze did he dodge back a little, his hands awkwardly placed at his sides, and he smiled shyly.

Li Younan asked, "Do you like drawing?"

The little boy nodded, then shook his head.

"Like it? Or dislike it?"

The little boy said in Mandarin with a strong Tibetan accent, "No, I, I study painting, but I don't paint this kind of thing."

Which one did you draw?

"I draw those kinds of... people."

Li Younan's eyes flickered slightly, and he immediately understood what the little boy was talking about—Thangka?
As someone with a level three painting skill, Li Younan is a legend in any style of painting.

(End of this chapter)