The Himalayas are pronounced as: himaalaya in Sanskrit, meaning snowy land. The Tibetan word "hometown of snow". Located at the southern end of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, it is the highest mountain range in the world.

The Himalayas have hundreds of peaks with an altitude of more than 7,000 meters, and the entire mountain range is more than 3,000 kilometers long. The highest Mount Everest is 8,848 meters, and it is said that it is still growing at a rate of 1cm every year.

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

However, near the mountains that stretch thousands of kilometers, there are many tribes from China, India, Nepal, Bhutan, Pakistan and other countries.

We have to admit that human life is tenacious, and no matter how harsh the environment is, there will be ethnic groups who will survive and reproduce.

The tribes living here have a long history and mostly live a life isolated from the outside world. Because they rarely come into contact with the outside world, they can maintain traditions from generation to generation. To this day, many tribes here still maintain some ancient and mysterious customs.

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

The Tibetans who grew up here for generations have never seen such a strange person—the skin is white, the eyes are yellow and blue. The hair is golden, the hair on the hands is thick and long, and they are tall and big, talking in words that the locals cannot understand.

The locals could see that these blonde 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 locals some food that they had never seen before, including coffee, sugar cubes, chocolate, and meat wrapped in iron cans. In addition to coffee, other foods are very popular among Tibetans.

The old men of the tribe followed the local hospitality etiquette and presented the snow-white Hada to the visitors.

The leading foreigner took Hada respectfully and gave a thumbs up to the few people behind him.

Next, these people set up tents nearby and settled down.

Tibetans also have a nomadic tradition, so they are not surprised by the way these people live.

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

They also used the instruments they brought to help the locals treat the doctor. They used strange iron rods to gesture on their heads, measure their height, touch their bones, take photos with them, and take photos - the iron box will print their appearance, and it is no different from their original appearance!

After a period of contact, the locals eliminated their scruples about these outsiders who always smiled, and gently allowed them to mercy on their bodies, and were full of curiosity about their strange actions.

But there was an old man in the clan who was full of hostility towards these people. He said that these people were devils from the West and they came to absorb the souls of the locals. Their flashing machine is a magic weapon that specifically absorbs the souls.

But the patriarch thinks they are guests from afar, "We must respect guests, this is the tradition of our ancestors."

Fortunately, the souls of those who have come into contact with foreigners are still there, and there is nothing unusual about those who have been flashed by magic tools. 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, and local residents have also given the treasured specialties such as Cordyceps, Gastrodia elata, musk, beeswax and other specialties as gifts to each other.

After a long time with the locals, these people gradually learned some local languages. They introduced their identities to local Tibetans and expressed their intentions.

"We are messengers sent by gods from far away."

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

These people were the explorers sent by Himmler to Tibet. They were the expedition captain Ernst Shaffer, a naturalist Bruno Berger, anthropologist Ernst Clauze, a botanist and entomologist, and also the photographer of the expedition team. Carl Vennett, a geophysicist, and Edmund Ger, a medical expert on the expedition team.

These foreigners have been living here for more than half a year. During this period, they have done body measurements for more than 300 local people, recorded fingerprints and handprints, and used raw plaster, water and disinfectant to make models of the heads, faces, hands and ears of 17 people.

They took a large number of photos with their cameras, and Carl Vennett also drew 4 sets of local geographical and geomorphological data. Ernst Clauze used a camera to record more than 30,000 meters of film.

By August 1939, these five friendly "foreign messengers" bid farewell to the patriarch. They were loaded with information and specialties and 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 the Tibetan area. They were numerous, and they looked the same as the previous group. They were all blonde and blue-eyed, tall and big, and there were a few people in the team who could speak simple Tibetan. I believe the last time the "family visiting team" brought back the local text and language materials and carefully studied it.

This group of people expressed their intention to the locals:

They were messengers from afar. The information brought back by their previous colleagues proved that the ancestors of both sides had a deep connection. This time they came to study and learn more about the local culture, history and etiquette. In order to express sincerity, they presented generous gifts to the locals.

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

Lazi Tusi is the highest commander in this area and holds the power of life and death for countless people.

The Lazi Tusi family is a noble of ancient blood. After generations of development, it has a considerable influence and high prestige in the local area. It can be said that even the land and people in this area are the property of the Lazi family.

Lazi Toast met these visitors from afar in his castle.

The leading people introduced themselves. The strong young man named Heinrich Haller, his other companion with a beard, serious expression and arrogant expression was Peter Ofschnett, and Lazitus worked for a long time to figure out the pronunciation of their names.

Seeing the Razi toast who was high above and ignored them, Hale understood it and ordered his followers to bring the gifts they brought to the toast - a heavy box.

The follower opened the box and the golden light shone inside. Seeing what was in the box, even the knowledgeable toast narrowed his eyes.

Unlike the coffee, sugar cubes and chocolates given to ordinary Tibetans, these gifts given to toasts by foreigners are naturally much more high-end - exquisite clocks made in pure gold, gold plates, silverware, and heavy gold bars...

Seeing that the guests were so sensible, Lazi Toast was smiling——gold, silver and jewelry are "sincerity" that transcends race and language and is common throughout the world.

The chieftain also showed enough respect to this group of sincere foreigners and specially ordered people to clear out a large-scale building for guests to live in.

Blockhouses are unique to Tibetan areas. They are houses built with large stones or earth. They are three or four floors high, with thick and thin bottoms on the bottom. The building plane is relatively simple. They are generally multi-square planes and the doors and windows are square. Because their appearance looks like blockhouses, they are called blockhouses. They are generally buildings that only wealthy families have the strength to build.

The Tusi family's tower house is more magnificent than the ordinary one. After these dozens of visitors from afar and their luggage with their large boxes and small bags, the space is more than enough.

That night, Lazi Toast held a banquet to entertain guests from afar, and the hosts drank and chatted, everything looked so beautiful.

But in the corner, there was a cold look at the mysterious visitors secretly.

The owner of this look was a thin middle-aged man with a striking eagle-hooked nose on his pointed face. Although his eyes were small, they were as bright as vultures.

His name is Pengcuo Zhaxi, and people generally call him Pengza, who is the steward of Lazi Tusi.

Pengza's family also has a long history in the local area. The longer the toast ruled, the longer they were the stewards.

Peng Zha has served the current chieftain since he was a child and is loyal to the chieftain. In addition to taking care of the chieftain's diet and daily life, he also shoulders the important task of protecting the chieftain's safety. Regarding how to protect the chieftain's safety, the Peng Zha family has a training group summarized by generations - every outsider who comes into contact with the chieftain must first be defined as having bad intentions.

After the banquet ended, Pengza quietly walked to the drunken toast.

"Master, do you find this group of people strange?" Peng Za said softly in the toast's ear.

"What's strange?" Toast asked Pengza casually while playing with the golden clock.

The toast didn't care about Pengza's fuss every time. This guy was like a loyal dog. Any stranger who was close to his master would bark him - but he also admired the ardent loyalty of the housekeeper. Being alert is not a bad thing.

"Master, look at how they were eating today. Those leaders should be their nobles on the same level. But those dozen followers did not look like slaves at all! They did not have the etiquette to talk to their master. This is a great disrespect to their master!"

Pengza stood beside the toast, bowed his waist and head down, his hands hanging beside him, his knees bent slightly, and he kept kneeling at any time - this is the style that a servant should have.

"Well, it's a bit unreasonable." The toast nodded, and then instructed Pengza: "However, these foreigners all have their own set of etiquette. Don't worry about this. These people are the master's distinguished guests, so you can't neglect them."

Because he presented so many valuable gifts for the first time, Lazi Tusi respected the "guests" in all respects, for fear that this loyal subordinate would interfere in other people's private affairs. If he scared the distinguished guest away, it would be a loss.

"Also, their leaders said that they should carry out the ritual of worshiping the gods every day, and outsiders should not disturb you. You tell your subordinates that they are not allowed to step into the blockhouse without invitation and permission - we cannot break the rules of guests from afar."

"In addition, you prepare your daily diet in advance, and send someone - no, you bring someone to the person in person."

Pengza nodded timidly at the command of the chieftain. As a loyal subordinate, the most important thing is to execute the master's orders rather than question the master's decision.

Lazi Tusi ordered people to put the treasures given by the guests one by one, and squinted their eyes to appreciate them one by one. At the Tusi's house, gold, silver and jewelry are not rare items, but it was the first time that such exquisitely decorated utensils were seen.

These "distant relatives" are rich and powerful. They don't blink a moment when they give me such a valuable gift. You can't offend me! You must serve me well.

The housekeeper responded and went out. Although the toast told him not to disturb the distinguished guests, his unique caution and caution still took every move of the guests.

After moving into the tower house, this group of guests started to come in and out, busy, and every day, people drove mules and horses to go out with big bags of small bags. Sometimes they came back in a day or two.

The leader, Hale, asked the toast master every now and then, and took out one and two exquisite treasures to the toast from time to time, which made the Lazi toast very happy. He often told the housekeeper to serve the guests well and try to satisfy whatever needs they need.

Halle was not polite, and often borrowed mules and horses from Pengza. Pengza wanted to send a few subordinates to them to observe and monitor, but was rejected, and they brought enough staff.

After a peaceful life, butler Pengza couldn't help but report to the chieftain.

"There are problems with this group of people!" Although he did not make up for his own head, Pengza's serious attitude still attracted the attention of the toast.

"Um?"

"Two days ago, they brought a few entourages out on mules and horses, and they didn't come back until last night. They looked sneaky and seemed to do something shameful. After they came back, they hid in the blockhouse and didn't come out for several days. Later I found out that they were missing three people!"

It seems that Peng Za has observed this group of people very carefully and even counted the number of people every day.

The toast said slowly: "So what? They are studying the history and culture of our ancestors, and often have to communicate with some remote tribes. It is normal for a few people to not come back. Besides, maybe they are not accustomed to the local conditions and hide in the house when they get sick?"

After thinking about it, he said, "You prepare to send it to express our sincerity - tea fruits, snacks, etc., and there is no need to be too extravagant. By the way, I would like to say whether they are used to living here or not, and whether there is anything they need help with."

Pengzha understood that his suspicion had worked, and the toast was ordering himself to investigate the situation.

Half a day later, the housekeeper came back and reported to the toast: "They accepted all the things and said that everyone was there, and there was no problem with their health."

"That's all," the toast became more and more impatient with the butler's fuss. Is this guy old and even his eyes not good?

"No, they are lying!"

Looking at the toast's questioning eyes, the housekeeper began to reason with reasonable evidence:

"For this period of time, their daily diet has been arranged by me. They will issue a list in advance to list the amount and type of food we need. Then our people will send them to the door of their tile house, and they send someone to take over. But I noticed that the amount of food has changed. It has been 20 servings for a while, and there have been only 17 servings in the past two days!"

The toast was shocked by this careful and careful consideration, and it took a long time to react: "Get out of here, and I'll bother me with such trivial matters next time, and carefully break your legs!"
Chapter completed!