Basang Zhuoma touched her cheek and thought for a moment, "Wait for me a second."
She walked over to the group of women who were stripping to get into the spring and whispered a few words to them.
Feng Qingxue only knew a little Tibetan, and Basang Zhuoma's voice was very soft, so she didn't hear what the other person was saying. Still, after a while, Basang Zhuoma came back and said to her, "Previously, many health workers from your unit came here to promote health knowledge. Some of their medicines were very effective for our diseases. Their families all have some sick people, and bathing in the holy spring didn't cure them, and our medicines seem to be useless. Can you get us some of your medicines? We'd be happy to trade jewelry for them."
Their jewelry was, in fact, their entire fortune.
Because they were a nomadic tribe, they had no permanent homes, so they would wear all their belongings on their bodies. With each generation, the amount of jewelry they wore grew.
