I struggled to stand up, and although this Tibetan was a local, I had to weigh the robbery.

The iron donkey also saw that something was wrong, and pushed the shoulder of the Tibetan who was already approaching, shouting and asking, "What are you going to do, brother?" ”

However, the donkey spoke Chinese, and then he realized that something was wrong. I wanted to translate it for the donkey, but the problem is that I don't know Tibetan either.

This Tibetan was to our surprise, he knew what the iron donkey said, and he could simply communicate with us in jerky Chinese.

It's not surprising to think that this is the airport, and he has to do business, and it is important to learn the language well. He told us not to be angry, took out an oxygen cylinder from his backpack, pointed at me and said, "This gentleman, you are in poor health, you need to take this." ”

I completely understood his intention, and at the same time, I was angry in my heart, saying that I was in my twenties, and I was not in my seventies or eighties.

I waved my hand and told him I didn't need to.

The Tibetans refused to leave, and said to me, "Your face is pale now, which is a sign of lack of oxygen, do you know how terrible it is?" Long-term hypoxia is not improved, which will cause necrosis of brain tissue, and the mild case will be half paralyzed, and the severe case will be vegetative. ”

He also deliberately imitated a vegetative person, trembling and walking. The iron donkey lost his temper and pushed him hard, saying how could he speak?

I'm not intimidated by the words of the Tibetans, because I know a little bit about it. As soon as I sum it up, if I can't adjust it in time, don't be greedy for small things and bad things.

I stopped the iron donkey again and asked the Tibetan trafficker, how does oxygen calculation money?

The dealer held out five fingers and said five pieces. I was stunned and almost laughed, and said in my heart that this place deserves to be a remote place, and things are so fucking cheap.

I also want to pretend to be a local tyrant, and I said that I would take out ten yuan from my pocket and let the iron donkey also inhale oxygen with me.

But I misunderstood, or the traffickers didn't make it clear. He emphasized one more sentence, a puff is five pieces.

I have a feeling of opening my mouth wide and completely petrified, and the local arrogance just now is gone. I said in my heart,, rob money? Take a breath and it's five pieces.

I've worked hard all my life, and I've managed to save some money, so won't it all be wasted on oxygen inhalation this time?

I shook my head, but stared at the two very conspicuous words oxygen on the oxygen cylinder, and I also had an addiction, not wanting to give up the opportunity to inhale oxygen so easily.

I talked to the Tibetan dealers about the price again. Actually, I didn't know much about bargaining, but with the help of an iron donkey, we had a quarrel with the dealer, and finally the dealer compromised, and had to pay 300 yuan for absorbing the oxygen cylinder.

It's sky-high, but at least I can accept it. I paid happily, squatted and inhaled oxygen, and of course, I couldn't forget about the iron donkey.

He said that there was no lack of oxygen, and I took advantage of the time to let him take a hard sip on the oxygen mask.

The capacity of this oxygen cylinder is not large, and in less than a quarter of an hour, the two of us ran out of oxygen, and Yin Yin also came back.

She looked at the virtue of the two of us, and she didn't know what was funny, so she couldn't help laughing, but it wasn't a serious matter, and she was happy and over.

Yin Yin pointed to a tricycle that came with her and said let's take this.

I knew it was only three wheels and it didn't work very well, but for a while we couldn't find a better way to get it, so we had to make do with it.

We all got into the back compartment, the iron donkey was big, occupying a row of seats, and Yin Yin and I were sitting on the other side.

The driver asked us where we were going, and Yin Yin said Little Arctic.

I repeated the words Little Arctic, and even checked it with my mobile phone, and found that Baidu Maps did not have this place at all. I asked one more question.

Yin Yin replied that the Little Arctic actually belongs to the Tanggula Mountains, a valley that is covered by ice and snow all year round and is very hidden, and Jiang Shaoyan is also being stored there.

I nodded my head to get it.

The tricycle was jolting for more than two hours, and finally I felt like my ass was about to bloom before it stopped.

We went out one after another, and I looked around and found that we were going to go to the snowy mountains next, but there was no valley feeling, which did not match the small Arctic described by Yin Yin.

Yin Yin explained, saying that he hadn't reached the Little North Pole yet, and he was only halfway there.

She paid for the tricycle again and let the tricycle driver leave, and I guess either Yin Yin or the tricycle driver contacted us in advance, and it wasn't long before three more horseback riders came to meet us.

These are all Tibetan horses, and I feel that there is no big difference from the horses I usually see, except that the hair is very long, and in some places it is almost drooping to the ground.

The three Tibetans on horseback didn't speak Chinese, and they muttered a lot of babbling that I couldn't understand, but Yin Yin was very strong and could speak some Tibetan to communicate with them.

At this moment, I looked at Yin Yin and felt that she was very remarkable, and she must have made a lot of preparations to save Jiang Shaoyan, including learning Tibetan.

The three men on horseback did not intend to lend us their horses alone, they let us all sit behind them and they rode us up the hill.

I didn't know which rider had better skills, so I just chose one by the way. For the rest of the way, we rode our horses.

Yin Yin and Iron Donkey were still talking and laughing, occasionally commenting on the surrounding scenery, and I was completely silent.

I don't know what to do, but as I went up the hill, my ears buzzed, and at last both ears were almost half deaf.

I think my body is not so bad, why is it that when I get to Tibet, I am hypoxic and altitude sickness? I suspect it has something to do with my own special poisonous blood.

We arrived at our destination before dark. As far as the eye could see, there was an entrance to a valley ahead, and in front of us, there were dozens of tents.

Yin Yin settled the account with the horse rider again. At this moment, a black man wearing a fur hat and a leather jacket came out of a tent.

I found out that they really regarded us as foreign masters, why everywhere we went, people came to ask questions.

I'm very sensitive, and I said in my heart that if this black man comes to fool money again, I will definitely not let him look good.

Yin Yin's point of view is completely opposite to mine, she is not bad for money, and she didn't even talk to the black man, so she took the initiative to take out ten hundred-yuan bills and stuffed them into the black man's hand, which meant to give a tip first.

The black man also recognized this thing, grinned and took the money. Then the attitude towards us was much warmer.

Yin Yin told him that we were going to the Little North Pole tomorrow, and I hoped that he could help prepare the necessary equipment before going in.

The black man nodded and said no problem, and he also gave up the tent where he was staying. In fact, I can see that there are a lot of empty tents here, and we are very selective.

But there was no fire in the empty tent, and we had a fire now, so we had to freeze for a while, and we lived directly in the black man's tent, and it was immediately warm.

From this point of view, I have to praise the black man, this is a righteous man.

There was still liquor and beef in the tent, and we were all hungry, so we ate and drank unceremoniously. The iron donkey took a sip of wine, and I asked him how he felt.

The iron donkey said it was okay, but it wasn't strong. I was stupid enough to believe him, and I took the wine bag and came hard.

At that moment, my entire esophagus was aching, and I also remembered a word, Tibetan burning knife. I said a lot of swear words in my heart, and it was all used on the iron donkey.

But I drank it all, and it was too late to say anything. I had to eat more meat and try to suppress the wine.

The meal took a long time, an hour, and when it was over, we were all a little red-faced, especially me, who was still affected by the strength of the wine, and blushed like a monkey's ass.

I deliberately leaned against the tent door and half-reclined to cool my face.

While we were chatting, there was movement outside the tent and there was a dog barking. Yin Yin interrupted our conversation and said with a happy face that the equipment had been obtained.

I saw them both get up and knew we were going out to have a look.

I opened the tent door first, after all, it was close, but the moment it opened, before I could go out, a big furry head poked in.

I have a preconceived notion that the Tibetan mastiff in Tibet is very famous, and I thought that the dog that came this time would be a Tibetan mastiff, but the dog's head that poked into it looked very strange.

It does have the characteristics of a Tibetan mastiff, but it has a pointed nose and feels like an Alaskan Malamute.

It was kind to me, and it didn't bark much, licking it in my face.

It disgusted me, and when I thought about it, its big tongue started in my chin and licked straight to my hair, and my face felt like I was being fooled.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I pushed it away, got up and rushed out of the tent.

But when I saw the scene outside, I was stunned for a while, and my first reaction was, why are there so many?