Ye Jian almost fell asleep as the horse carriage swayed back and forth as it moved. She heard Principal Chen's voice faintly and smiled. "I will have to understand what she is saying first. I don't understand the Tibetian dialect at all. It will be difficult to talk to her."
She couldn't understand their dialect. They couldn't understand what they were saying too.
It was not so bad when they were on the outskirts of Tibet. But, as they go deeper into Tibet, none of the Tibetans knew Mandarin. It was like a foreign language to them. Principal Chen was the only person who could converse with hem.
"We will be stopping here for around seven days. Ye Jian, remember our 'survival rules of wolves'. As long as we work hard and are not afraid of failure, we can do anything."
