What are the stories of caravan lovers wandering on the ancient tea-horse road?

After chatting with Ma Guotou, I will talk about the flowers on the road, all of which are women waiting at the roadside to chat with Ma Guotou. They do a little business, boldly invite people who know or don't know Ma Guotou to help them pick up some goods on the road and earn a little money, and some of them become lovers.

1940, it was an early spring evening in the mountainous area of western Yunnan.

Ah He, a sixteen-year-old Naxi girl, sat in front of her shop and stared at the running water in the street. Ho, ho, let's go! Let's go! Four or five female companions were giggling and shouting across the street. She pretended not to hear. She knew that tonight would be like last night. Groups of Naxi girls laughed and slapped while eating melon seeds. They held hands in Huashiban Street, shouting and laughing, and rushed down from time to time to surround a young man. The young man was caught by them after making some real resistance, and then they danced beside the stone bridge and in the Woods. Then one day, Joni Aho will marry one of the men she has known for a long time, just like Grandma and Grandma, and then get up in the morning with a big basket on her back and drive to the streets, making wine, cooking, soaking pears, feeding pigs, curing ham and serving men.

Ah He is a little annoyed. The peach blossoms by the river are about to bloom. Brother San's caravan arrives at this time of year. When brother Sansheng comes, even grandma who has been dozing off outside the store will become lively. Grandma said it was because grandma got the reading glasses that brother Sansheng gave her. Grandma said, bah, no, it's grandma's jealous three saints. From time to time, they invite grandma to drink a glass of cellar wine and save some money with her. While listening to them with a smile, Joni Aho hurriedly brought water and wine to Brother Sansheng. She knew that even if Brother Sansheng didn't bring her those silk handkerchiefs and small mirrors with bigger eyes called girlfriends, and didn't teach her how to lick salt with that small toothbrush, as long as she stood quietly by the fireplace door, Qiu Zi couldn't get the light in the dark, and listened to Brother Sansheng smoking hookahs and saying that she didn't even know those boys in town, even her father and grandfather, her days were not wasted.

Brother Sansheng's caravan has crisscrossed the north and south, seen the world, walked through many prosperous places and walked through countless mountains and forests. Ah He asks him every day if he is afraid of smoking, poisonous insects and beasts, thieves and soldiers, heavy rain and heavy snow. He stuffy head smoking hookah, only used to laugh. This is what Aho likes.

In the middle reaches of the Yangtze River in the west, Ma Guotou, large and small, is a group of very unique men. They went to the government to associate with businessmen. Seeing bandits fighting, they surrendered when they met thieves. Wisdom, courage and special ability to bear hardships, not only know how to do business, but also know how to plan and manage. Smart people can speak the languages of several countries and nationalities, full of new things and all kinds of jokes, and can blend in with local people wherever they go. For Joni Aho, even the closed grandmothers and grandmothers in Yunnan's farming era, the head of the horse pot is their charming western cowboys and Kate. Kim and 007 were both tough guys with reliable shoulders at that time.

Tough guys are human. Of course, they long for a pair of bright and affectionate eyes, a hot fireplace, and the tenderness and warmth of women who are on the road all year round.

As a result, there are many stories about whether lovers are well on the ancient road.

After chatting with Ma Guotou, I will talk about the flowers on the road, all of which are women waiting at the roadside to chat with Ma Guotou. They do a little business, boldly ask horses they know or don't know to help them pick up some goods on the road and earn a little money. Some of them become lovers after a while. They will talk about a coquettish and hot woman in an aunt's stable or three sisters' restaurant. They will also talk about the Burmese milk, Dai milk, Bai Yi milk, Han milk and Naxi milk brought back by themselves or others, that is, the wives of different nationalities and countries brought back by Ma Guotou.

I know a Tibetan nurse who used to be the most beautiful wine girl in Shigatse and fell in love with Maguotou Li who went to Tengchong. She knew that Li had a wife in the Han Dynasty, or that she brought Li to Tengchong, and they were very loving. The gray-haired Tibetan milk smiled and pointed to Li and told me that he lied to me at that time, saying that they put their hands out of the window to pick apples. It's only a small distance from Beijing, Li Jia, Tibetan milk, and Han.

Yang Kai, the head of the hippopotamus pot, once married the daughter of a Tibetan businessman and brought her home. Noble Tibetan women saw the days of farmers' families in Shuhe, and sighed in unison: the place where bark made clothes (hemp fiber), the place where limbs stepped on mud to work (paddy field planted rice), the place where straw sandals were worn (straw sandals), and the place where meat was sliced. So he returned to Tibet with the caravan.

Because I believe in the exclusiveness of love, I hesitated to ask a left-behind Hannah in my early years: Do you know if he has a woman there? You only said one thing for a long time: it's not easy for him to be outside. When he is ill, someone must wash his towel and pour saliva.

This time, I was stunned for a long time.