The Himalayas, Sanskrit read: himaalaya, meaning snowy region. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Tibetan "hometown of snow". Located at the southern tip of the Tibetan Plateau, it is the highest mountain range in the world.

The Himalayas have hundreds of peaks above 7,000 meters above sea level, and the entire mountain range is more than 3,000 kilometers long. The tallest Mount Everest, 8,848 meters, is said to be growing at a rate of 1 cm per year.

Here, because the environment is too harsh, the creatures are almost extinct, and it is known as a wasteland, and humans cannot stand on it.

But in the vicinity of the mountain range, which stretches for thousands of kilometers, there are many tribes from China, India, Nepal, Bhutan, Pakistan and other countries.

I have to admit that human life is tenacious, no matter how harsh the environment, there will be groups that will survive and thrive.

The tribes that live here have a long history, and most of them live in isolation from the outside world, because they have little contact with the outside world, so they can maintain the tradition from generation to generation, and many tribes here still maintain some ancient and mysterious customs.

In 1939, five blond, blue-eyed foreigners appeared in a Tibetan tribe at the foot of the Himalayas.

Tibetans who have grown up here for generations have never seen such strange people - their skin is white, their eyes are yellow and blue. His hair was blonde, and the hairs on his hands were thick and long, and he was tall and large, and he spoke in a language that the locals did not understand.

The locals could see that these blonde and blue-eyed "outsiders" were full of respect and kindness to them. Through simple gestures and rich expressions, they learned that these foreigners had come here to help the Tibetans.

These foreigners kindly gave the locals food they had never seen before, coffee, sugar cubes, chocolate, and meat wrapped in tin cans. Except for coffee, other foods are very popular among Tibetans.

The elders of the tribe followed the etiquette of local hospitality and presented snow-white hata to the visitors.

The leader, a tall foreigner, respectfully took Hada and gave a thumbs up to the others behind him.

Next, the men set up tents nearby and took up their stay.

Tibetans also have nomadic traditions, and it is not surprising that this group of people lives in a way that lives.

These five people live here, chatting, drinking tea, eating with the people of the tribe every day, observing their lives, and learning the local language and customs.

They also use their own equipment to help the locals see a doctor. Gesture on their heads with oddly shaped iron rods, measure their height, touch their bones, take pictures with them, take pictures with them - the iron box will print them out, and they will be exactly what they are!

After a period of contact, the locals became wary of the smiling outsiders, and meekly allowed their bodies to manipulate, curious about their strange behavior.

But there was an old man in the tribe who was hostile to these people, saying that these people were devils from the West, and they had come to suck the souls of the locals. Their glittering machine is a magic weapon that specializes in soul sucking.

But the patriarch considered them guests from afar, "We have to respect the guests, it is the tradition of our ancestors." ”

Fortunately, the souls of those who have come into contact with foreigners are still there, and those who have been flashed by ritual weapons are not unusual, and the sugar cubes and chocolates they bring with them are very popular in the local area. As a result, the relationship between the two sides has become more and more harmonious, and local residents have also given each other treasured special products such as cordyceps, gastrodia, musk, and beeswax as gifts.

After a long period of contact with the locals, these people gradually learned some of the local languages. He introduced his identity to the local Tibetans and expressed their intentions.

"We are messengers sent by distant gods."

"Our ancestors are of the same people as your ancestors."

These men were the explorers sent to Tibet by Himmler, and they were the expedition leader Ernst Bush. Schaefer, a naturalist. Bruno. Beagle, anthropologist. Ernst. Krause, botanist and entomologist, was also the expedition's photographer. Cal. Venete, a geophysicist. And Edmond. Gehr, the medical specialist of the expedition.

The foreigners lived here for more than half a year, during which time they took body measurements of more than 300 local people, took fingerprints and handprints, and made models of the heads, faces, hands and ears of 17 people with raw plaster, water and disinfectant.

They took a lot of pictures with their cameras. Venette also mapped four sets of local geomorphological profiles. Ernst. Krauser recorded more than 30,000 meters of film film with a video camera.

By August 1939, the five friendly "foreign envoys" had left the patriarch. Loaded with materials and specialties, he returned to Germany.

After the five aliens left. The small tribe has returned to its former calm state.

In 1943, another group of foreigners appeared in Tibetan areas, they were numerous, they looked the same as the previous group, they were all blonde, blue-eyed, tall, and a few of them could speak simple Tibetan.

The group expressed their intentions to the locals:

They were envoys from afar, and the information brought back by their former colleagues proved that the ancestors of both sides had a deep relationship, and this time they came in the hope of better studying and learning the local culture, history and etiquette, and in order to show their sincerity, they offered rich gifts to the locals.

Unlike last time, this group of people did not eat and live with the local people, but contacted the local toast through the locals.

Latse Tusi is the supreme governor of this area, and holds the power of life and death of countless people.

The Latse Tusi family is an aristocracy with an ancient lineage, and after generations of development, it has considerable power and prestige in the local area. It can be said that even the land and people in this area are the property of the old man of Lazi.

In his castle, Latse Toast received the visitors from afar.

The leading few people introduced themselves, the sturdy young man named Heinrich. Halle, his other bearded, serious-looking, haughty-looking companion, was named Peter. Ovschneith, Latse Toast struggled for a long time to figure out the pronunciation of their names.

Seeing that Latse Toast was on top and ignoring them, Haller understood and ordered his attendants to bring the gift to Toast - a large heavy box.

The attendant opened the box, which was glittering with gold, and when he saw the contents of the box, even the well-informed Toast narrowed his eyes.

Unlike coffee, sugar cubes, and chocolates given to ordinary Tibetans, the gifts that these foreigners gave to toast were naturally much more upscale—delicate clocks made of pure gold, gold plates and silverware carved with delicate patterns, and heavy gold bars......

Seeing that the guests were so sensible, Latse Toast also smiled—gold and silver jewelry is a "sincerity" that transcends race and language and is used all over the world.

For this group of sincere foreigners, Tusi also showed enough respect, and specially ordered someone to clear out a large watchhouse for guests to live in.

The watchhouse is a kind of building unique to the Tibetan area, it is a kind of house built with large stones or earth, there are three or four floors high, the wall is thick and thin, the building plane is relatively simple, it is generally a multi-square plane, the doors and windows are all boxy, because the appearance is like a blockhouse, so it is called the blockhouse. Generally, it is a building that only large families can afford to build.

And the watchhouse of the Tusi family is more magnificent than the ordinary one. After the dozen or so visitors from afar were accommodated with their large suitcases and small bags, there was more than enough space.

That night, Latse Toast set up a banquet to entertain guests from afar, and the guests of honor drank and talked happily, and everything looked so good.

But in the corner, there is a cold eye that is secretly watching this group of mysterious visitors.

The owner of this look was a thin middle-aged man, with a striking hooked nose on his pointed face, and small eyes, but as bright as a vulture.

His name was Phuntsok Tashi, and people generally called him Phuntza, and Phunthar was the great steward of the Latse Tusi.

Penza's family also has a long history in the area, and they have been stewards for as long as the Tusi ruled.

In addition to taking care of the toast's diet and daily life, he also shoulders the heavy responsibility of protecting the safety of the toast.

After the feast was over, Penza quietly walked over to the drunken toast.

"Master, do you think this group of people is strange?" Penza bowed down and whispered in Toast's ear.

"What's strange?" Toast asked Penza nonchalantly as he played with the glittering table clock.

Toast didn't care about Penza's every fuss, and the fellow was like a faithful dog, and any stranger who approached his master would provoke him to bark - but he also appreciated the housekeeper's fanatical loyalty. Being vigilant is never a bad thing.

"Sir, look at the way they are eating today, those few people who take the lead are on an equal footing, they should be their nobles. But those dozen or so followers don't look like minions at all! There is no proper etiquette when talking to the master, this is a great disrespect to the master! ”

Penza stood beside Toast and bowed his head, his hands hanging by his side, his knees slightly bent, and he kept kneeling down at any time—this is the demeanor of a minion.

"Well, it's a bit of a problem." Tusi nodded, and then instructed Peng Zha: "However, these foreigners have their own set of etiquette, you don't care about this, these people are the lord's distinguished guests, you can't neglect them." ”

Because he gave so many valuable gifts when he met for the first time, Latse Toast also respected the "guests" in every way, for fear that this loyal subordinate would interfere in people's private affairs, and if the guests were scared away, it would be worth the loss.

"Also, their leaders said that they were to perform the ritual of worshiping the gods every day, and that no outsiders were to disturb them. You tell your minions that you are not allowed to step into the watchhouse without invitation and permission - we must not break the rules of distant guests. ”

"In addition, you prepare the daily diet of the guests in advance, and send someone - no, you personally bring someone to deliver it."

To Toast's command, Penza nodded resignedly. As a loyal subordinate, the most important thing is to carry out the master's orders, not to question the master's decisions.

Latse Tusi ordered the treasures given by the guests to be placed in front of him one by one, squinting his eyes and admiring them one by one. In the Toast family, gold and silver jewelry is not a rare thing, but it is the first time I have seen such a beautifully carved vessel.

These "distant relatives" have a lot of money, and they give me such a valuable gift without blinking an eye. Can't be offended! Serve well.

The butler went out as he should, though the toast instructed him not to disturb the guests. But his characteristic caution and caution kept every move of his guests in mind.

After these guests moved into the watchhouse, they began to come in and out, busy, and every day people drove mules and horses out with large bags and small bags. Sometimes it takes a day or two to come back.

The leading Haller asked the toast master to say goodbye every once in a while, and from time to time he took out one or two exquisite treasures to offer to the toast, which made the Latse toast very happy, and often told the housekeeper to serve the guests well, and to try to meet any needs.

Haller was not polite either, and often borrowed some mules and horses from Penza. Penza wanted to send a few of his men to observe and monitor them or something, but they were refused, and they brought enough attachés.

After a period of peace, Butler Pengza couldn't help but report to Toast.

"There's something wrong with this group of people!" Although he didn't pack the ticket with his head, Penza's serious attitude still caught Toast's attention.

"Huh?"

"Two days ago they went out on mules and horses with a few retinues, and they did not return until last evening, and they looked sneaky and seemed to be doing something unseemly. After coming back, he hid in the watchhouse and did not come out for several days. Later I found out that they were three people less! ”

It seems that Penza observed this group of people very carefully, and even counted the number of heads every day.

Tusi said slowly: "So what, they are studying the history and culture of our ancestors, and they often have to communicate with some remote tribes, and it is normal for a few people not to come back. ”

After thinking about it, he said: "You are ready to send something to express our sincerity - just tea fruits, snacks or something, don't be too extravagant." By the way, I would like to ask them if they are used to living here, and if there is anything they need help with. ”

Penza understood that his suspicions had worked, and that Toast was ordering himself to investigate the situation.

Half a day later, the housekeeper came back and reported to Toast: "They have accepted everything, saying that everyone is there, and there is no problem with the body." ”

"That's it," Toast grew impatient with the butler's fuss. Isn't this guy so old that he can't even look at him?

"No, they're lying!"

Looking at Toast's questioning eyes, the housekeeper began to reason reasonably:

"During this period of time, their daily diet has been arranged and provided by me, and they will issue an order in advance to list the amount and type of food they need. Then our men delivered it to the door of their watchtower, and they sent someone to take over. But I noticed that the amount of food has changed, it was always 20 servings for a while, and it was only 17 people in the past two days! ”

Toast was shocked by this meticulous scrutiny, and it took him a long time to react: "You get out of here, next time you bother me with such trivial things, be careful to break your dog's legs!" ”

Although he was kicked out by his master, the loyal Pengza steward still refused to give up easily, and the thought in his heart became more and more firm - this group of people, there is a big problem!!