The Himalayas are pronounced in Sanskrit: himaalaya, which means snowy area. Tibetan "Hometown of Snow". Located at the southern end of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, it is the highest mountain in the world.
The Himalayas have hundreds of peaks above 7,000 meters above sea level, and the entire range is more than 3,000 kilometers in length. The highest Mount Everest is 8,848 meters, and it is said that it is still growing at a rate of 1 cm per year.
Here, because the environment is too harsh, life is almost extinct, and it is known as a wasteland, where humans cannot stand.
However, near the mountains that stretch 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 ethnic groups that survive and thrive.
The tribes living here have a long history, and most of them live in isolation from the outside world. Because they rarely contact the outside world, they can maintain their traditions from generation to generation. Many tribes here still maintain some ancient and mysterious customs.
In 1939, five foreigners with blond hair and blue eyes appeared in a Tibetan tribe at the foot of the Himalayas.
The Tibetans who have grown up here for generations have never seen such a strange person—the skin is white, and the eyes are yellow and blue. The hair is golden, the hair on his hands is thick and long, and he is tall and tall, and he speaks a language that the locals do not understand.
The locals could see that these blond and blue-eyed "outsiders" were full of respect and kindness towards them. Through simple gestures and rich expressions, they learned that these foreigners came here to help the Tibetans here.
These foreigners kindly gave the locals some food they had never seen before, such as coffee, sugar cubes, chocolate, and meat wrapped in iron tins. Except for coffee, other foods are very popular among Tibetans.
The elders of the tribe followed the local hospitable etiquette and presented the snow-white hada to those who came.
A tall foreigner in the lead respectfully took Hada and gave a thumbs up to the people behind him.
Next, these people set up a tent nearby and settled down.
Tibetans also have a nomadic tradition, and they are not surprised by the way these people live.
These five people live here, chat, drink tea, and eat with people in the clan every day, observe their lives, and learn the local language and customs.
They also used their own equipment to help local people see a doctor. Use weird iron rods to make gestures on their heads, measure their heights, touch their bones, and take photos and take pictures with them-the iron box will print out their appearance, and it will be no different from their original appearance!
After a period of contact, the locals gave up their warnings about these few outsiders who were always smiling, and docilely allowed them to manipulate their bodies, and were full of curiosity about their strange behavior.
But there is an old man in the clan who is full of hostility towards these people. He said that this group of people are demons from the West, and they are here to absorb the souls of the locals. Their flashing machine is a magic weapon that specializes in absorbing souls.
But the patriarch thinks that they are guests from afar, "We must respect the guests. This is the tradition of our ancestors."
Fortunately, the souls of people who have been in contact with foreigners are still there, and the people who have been flashed by the artifact are not unusual, and the sugar cubes and chocolates they brought are very popular in the local area. Therefore, the relationship between the two parties has become more and more harmonious. The local residents also give back to each other special products such as cordyceps, gastrodia, musk, and beeswax as gifts.
After being in contact with the locals for a long time, these people gradually learned some local languages. He introduced his identity to the local Tibetans and expressed their intentions.
"We are messengers sent by the gods from far away."
"Our ancestors are of the same race as your ancestors."
These people are the explorers Himmler sent to Tibet. They are the expedition leader Ernst Shafer, a naturalist. Bruno Berger, anthropologist. Ernst Krause, botanist and entomologist, and photographer of the expedition. Carl Venett, a geophysicist. And Edmund Goll, the medical expert of the expedition.
These foreigners have been living here for more than half a year. During this time, they took body measurements of more than 300 local people, took down fingerprints and handprints, and made them with plaster, water and disinfectant. Models of the individual's head, face, hands and ears.
They took a lot of photos with the camera, and Carl Venett also mapped 4 sets of local geography and landforms. Ernst Krause recorded more than 30,000 meters of motion picture film with a video camera.
In August 1939, these five friendly "foreign messengers" bid farewell to the patriarch. Loaded with materials and specialties, he returned to Germany.
After these five aliens left. The small tribe returned to its usual calm state.
In 1943, another group of foreigners appeared in Tibetan areas. They were large in number. They looked the same as the previous group. They were all blond, blue-eyed, tall, and there were a few people in the team who could speak simple Tibetan. Presumably the last time the "family visiting team" brought back local text and language materials for careful study.
This group of people expressed their intentions to the locals:
They are ambassadors from afar. The materials brought back by their former colleagues prove that the ancestors of both sides have a deep relationship. They came this time to better study and learn the local culture, history and etiquette in order to express their sincerity. , They presented generous gifts to the locals.
Unlike last time, this group of people did not eat and live with the local people and stay at home. Instead, they contacted the local toast through the locals.
Chieftain Lazi is the highest official in this area and holds the power of life and death for countless people.
The Lazi Tusi family is an aristocrat with ancient ancestry. 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 Lazi's family.
Chieftain Lazi met these distant visitors in his castle.
The leaders introduced themselves, the strong young man named Heinrich Haller, and his other bearded, serious and arrogant companion named Peter Offschneider, It took Lazi toast for a long time to figure out the pronunciation of their names.
Seeing Lazi chieftain standing high and ignoring them, Haller understood, and ordered his entourage to bring up the gift he brought to the chieftain—a heavy large box.
The entourage opened the box and it was shining gold inside. Seeing the contents of the box, even the knowledgeable toast narrowed his eyes.
Different from the coffee, sugar cubes, and chocolates given to ordinary Tibetans, the gifts these foreigners give to toasts are naturally much more high-end-exquisite clocks made of pure gold, gold plates and silverware with exquisite patterns, and a piece A heavy gold bar...
Seeing that the guests are so sensible, Lazi Toast also smiled-gold and silver jewelry is a "sincerity" that transcends race and language and is universal in the world.
To this group of sincere foreigners, the chieftain also showed enough respect and ordered someone to clear a large-scale bunker for the guests to live in.
Diaofang is a kind of building unique to Tibetan areas. It is a house built with large stones or earth. It has three or four stories high, and the wall is thick and thin. The building plan is relatively simple, usually multi-square plane, doors and windows are all The square is like a bunker, so it is called a bunker. Buildings that are generally built by large families are capable of construction.
The Tusi's bunker is more magnificent and spectacular than ordinary ones. After these dozen or so visitors from afar have settled down with their large suitcases and small bags, there is more than enough space.
It was the night, when the chieftain Lazi hosted a banquet to entertain guests from afar, and the guests of honor greeted the wine, everything looked so beautiful.
But in the corner, a gloomy look was secretly watching these mysterious visitors.
The owner of this look is a skinny middle-aged man with a sharp nose on his pointed face. Although his eyes are small, they are as bright as a vulture.
His name is Phuntsok Tashi, and people generally call him Pengzha, and Pengzha is the chief steward of the Lazi chieftain.
Penza’s family also has a long history in the local area, and as long as the chieftain ruled, they lived as housekeepers for as long.
Penza has served the current chieftain since he was a child, and he is loyal to the chieftain. In addition to taking care of the chieftain’s diet and daily life, he also shoulders the responsibility of protecting the safety of the chieftain. For how to protect the safety of the chieftain, the Penza family has a group training that has been summed up for generations- Every outsider who comes into contact with the chieftain must first be defined as being malicious.
After the banquet was over, Penza walked quietly to the drunk toast.
"Master, do you think these people are weird?" Penza bowed softly in the ear of the toast.
"Why is it weird?" The toast asked Penza carelessly while playing with the golden clock.
The toast didn't care about Penza's fuss every time. This guy was like a loyal dog. Any stranger close to his owner would provoke him to bark—but he also admired the fanatical loyalty of the butler. Being vigilant is never a bad thing.
"Master, look at the way they are eating today. Those who take the lead are sitting on an equal footing. They should be their nobles. But the dozen or so entourages don’t look like slaves at all! There is no proper etiquette to talk to the master, that’s right. The master's disrespect!"
Penza stood beside the chieftain with his waist bowed, his hands hanging beside him, his knees slightly bent, and he kept kneeling down at all times—this is what a slave should have.
"Well, it's a bit outrageous." The chieftain nodded, and then asked Penza: "However, these foreigners have their own set of etiquette. You don't care about this. These people are the master's distinguished guests. You can Don't neglect them."
Because he gave so many precious gifts at the first meeting, Lazi Tusi also respected the "guests" in every possible way, for fear that this loyal hand would interfere in other people's private affairs, and if the guests were scared away, the gain would not be worth the loss.
"Also, their leader said that they have to carry out the etiquette of worshiping the gods every day, and outsiders should not be disturbed. You tell the minions under you that you are not allowed to step into the bunker without invitation and permission-we can't destroy the guests from afar The rules."
"In addition, you prepare the guests' daily meals in advance, and send them—no, you bring them to you personally."
In response to the chieftain's instructions, Penza nodded reluctantly. As a loyal subordinate, the most important thing is to execute the master's orders, not to question the master's decision.
The chieftain of Lazi ordered the people to put the treasures presented by the guests in front of them one by one, squinting to admire them one by one. In the chieftain's house, gold and silver jewelry are not rare things, but it is the first time I have seen such a beautifully carved vessel.
These "distant relatives" are wealthy, and they give me such a precious gift without blinking their eyes. Can't offend! Take care of it.
The housekeeper should go out, although the chieftain ordered not to disturb the distinguished guests. But his peculiar prudence and caution still keep the guests' every move in their eyes.
After moving into the blockhouse, this group of guests began to go in and out, busy, and every day, people drove mules and horses out with large bags of things. Sometimes it takes a day or two to come back in the dust.
Harrer, the leader, went to see the chief toast for greetings, and from time to time he took out one or two exquisite treasures and presented it to the toast. He coaxed Lazi toast and was very happy. He often told the housekeeper to take good care of the guests and try to satisfy any needs.
Haller is also welcome, often borrowing mules and horses from Penza. Penza wanted to send a few men to watch and monitor them at the moment, but was rejected. They brought enough attendants.
After a period of peace and tranquility, butler Penza couldn't help but report to the chieftain.
"This group of people has a problem!" Although they didn't pack their heads, Penza's serious attitude still attracted the attention of the chieftain.
"Ok?"
"Two days ago, they took a few followers out on mules and horses. They didn't come back until last night. They looked sneaky and seemed to do something shameful. After returning, they hid in the bunker for several days. None of them came out. Later I found out that they were missing three people!"
It seems that Penza observes these people very carefully, and even counts the head count every day.
The chieftain said slowly: "So what? They are studying the history and culture of our ancestors. They often have to communicate with some remote tribes. It is normal for a few people not to come back. Besides, maybe people are not satisfied with the situation and become sick. I hid in the house and didn't come out?"
After thinking for a while, he said: "You prepare something to send over, and express our sincerity-tea fruit, snacks, etc., don’t be too extravagant. By the way, I would like to greet them who are not used to living here, do you need any help? ."
Penza understood that his suspicion had worked, and the chieftain was ordering himself to investigate the situation.
Half a day later, the butler returned and reported to the chieftain: "They have accepted everything, saying that everyone is there and there is no problem with the body."
"That's not enough," the chieftain became increasingly impatient at the butler's fuss. Is this guy getting older? Even the look in his eyes doesn't work well.
"No, they are lying!"
Seeing the tusi's questioning eyes, the butler began to reason with reason:
"Since this time, their daily food has been arranged and provided by me. They will issue an order in advance to list the quantity and type of food we need. Then our people will deliver it to the door of their bunker, but I I noticed that the amount of food has changed. It has been serving 20 people for a while, but only 17 people have served in these two days!"
The toast was shocked by this precise scrutiny, and it took a long time to react: "You get out of here, next time you will bother me with such trivial things, be careful to interrupt your dog legs!"
Although kicked out by the owner, the loyal butler Penza still refuses to give up easily. The idea in his heart is getting firmer and stronger—this group of people has a big problem! !