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Chapter 397 Little North Pole

I felt uncomfortable, but I still struggled to stand up, and even though this Tibetan is a local, I have to weigh it when he robs me.

The iron donkey also saw that something was wrong, and pushed the shoulder of the Tibetan who was already approaching, and asked, "What are you doing, brother?"

But Iron Donkey spoke Chinese, and then realized something was wrong.I wanted to translate for Tielv, but the problem is that I don't understand Tibetan either.

This Tibetan was beyond our expectations. He understood what Tielu said, and he could communicate with both of us in jerky Chinese.

It's not surprising when you think about it, this is the airport, and he wants to do business, so it is very important to learn the language well.He told us not to be angry, and took out an oxygen cylinder from his backpack, pointed at me and said, "Sir, you are in poor health and need to inhale this."

I completely understood why he came, and at the same time I was angry, saying that I am in my 20s, and I am not in my [-]s or [-]s. How much is the price of the oxygen tank?

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

The Tibetans refused to leave and told me, "Your face is pale now, which is a sign of hypoxia. Do you know how terrible it is? If long-term hypoxia cannot be improved, it will cause brain tissue necrosis. Those who are vegetative.”

He also intentionally imitated a vegetative state, walking tremblingly.The iron donkey got angry and pushed him hard, saying how could he talk?
I was not intimidated by what the Tibetans said, because I knew something about it myself.I summed it up, if I can adjust it in time, I really don't want to be greedy for petty gains and spoil big things.

I stopped the donkey again and asked the Tibetan trafficker, how do you pay for oxygen inhalation?
The dealer held out five fingers and said five yuan.I almost laughed in a daze, and said to myself that this place deserves to be a remote place, and things are so fucking cheap.

I also wanted to pretend to be a local tyrant, and said in my heart that I would take ten yuan out of my pocket and let the iron donkey breathe oxygen along with it.

But I got it wrong, or the dealer didn't understand it.He emphasized one more thing, one puff is five yuan.

I felt like I was completely petrified with my mouth wide open, and the local arrogance just now was gone.I said to my mother, stealing money?Five bucks for a breath.

I've worked so hard all my life, and finally saved some money. Wouldn'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 bottle, and I also felt an addiction, not wanting to give up the chance to inhale oxygen so easily.

I started negotiating with the Tibetan dealers again.In fact, I am not very good at bargaining, but with the help of the iron donkey, we bickered with the dealer, and finally the dealer compromised, and he had to pay 300 yuan to absorb all the oxygen cylinders.

This is also a sky-high price, but at least I can accept it.I happily paid the money and squatted down to inhale oxygen. Of course, I can't forget the iron donkey.

He said he was not hypoxic, and I took the opportunity to let him take a hard breath on the oxygen mask.

The capacity of this oxygen cylinder is not large, and within a quarter of an hour, we both ran out of oxygen, and Yinyin also came back at this time.

She looked at our virtues, and she didn't know where it was funny, so she couldn't help laughing, but it wasn't a serious matter, and she passed away after the fun.

Yinyin pointed to a tricycle that came with her and said that we would take this.

I know this thing has only three wheels and it's not very safe to drive, but we can't find a better means of transportation for a while, so we can only make do.

The three of us got into the back compartment, the iron donkey was big and occupied a row of seats, and Yinyin and I sat on the other side.

The driver asked us where we were going, and Yinyin said Little North Pole.

I repeated the words Xiaobeiji over and over again, and even checked it on my mobile phone, only to find that there was no such place on Baidu Maps.I asked one more question.

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

I nodded to indicate that I understood.

This tricycle has been bumping for more than two hours, and finally I felt that my butt was about to explode, so it stopped.

The three of us went out one after another. I looked around and found that we were going to go to the snow mountain next, but there was no feeling of a valley. This did not match the little North Pole that Yinyin described.

Yinyin explained that he hadn't reached the Little North Pole yet, and he had only completed half of the journey.

She paid the fare again and asked the tricycle driver to leave. I guess either Yinyin or the tricycle driver had contacted us in advance. It didn't take long for three riders to join us.

These are all Tibetan horses. I feel that they are not much different from the big horses I usually see, except that the hair is very long, and some places are almost drooping to the ground.

The three Tibetans on horseback couldn't speak Chinese, and they babbled a lot, but I couldn't understand them, but Yinyin was so strong that he could speak some Tibetan to communicate with them.

At this moment, I looked at Yinyin and thought she was amazing, she must have made a lot of preparations to save Jiang Shaoyan, including learning Tibetan.

The three men on horseback didn't intend to lend us the horses alone, they made 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.Along the way, we rode our horses.

Yinyin and Tielv were talking and laughing, occasionally commenting on the surrounding scenery, but I was completely silent.

I don't know what's going on, but as I went up the mountain, my ears buzzed continuously, and I was almost half deaf in both ears in the end.

I don't think my health is that bad, why did I suffer from hypoxia and altitude sickness when I arrived in Tibet?I suspect it has something to do with my special poisonous blood.

We arrived at our destination before dark.Looking around, the entrance of a valley is ahead, and in front of us, there are dozens of tents.

Yinyin settled the bill again with the man on horseback.At this time, a black man wearing a fur hat and a fur jacket turned out of a tent.

I found that they really regarded us as foreign money masters. Why did people come to ask questions every time we went to a place?

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

Yin Yin's point of view was completely opposite to mine. She was not short of money, and she didn't even have a word with the black man, so she took out ten hundred-yuan bills and stuffed them into the black man's hands, which meant giving some tips first.

The black man also really recognized this thing, and took the money with a grin.Afterwards, the attitude towards us was much warmer.

Yinyin told him that we are going to the Little North Pole tomorrow, and I hope he can 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 lived.In fact, I can see that there are many empty tents here, and our selectivity is also very high.

But there was no fire in the empty tent, and now we light a fire, we are guaranteed to be frozen for a while, and live directly in the tent of the black man, and we will be warm immediately.

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

There was still spirits and beef in the tent. The three of us were hungry, and we ate and drank unceremoniously.Iron donkey took a sip of the wine first, and I asked him how he felt.

Iron donkey said it was okay, but not very strong.I foolishly believed what he said, took the wine bag and gave it a hard blow.

At that moment, my entire esophagus was hurting, and I also thought of a word, burning the knife in the ground.I thought in my heart that a lot of swear words came out at once, and they were all used on the iron donkey.

But I drank everything, and it was too late to say anything.I can only eat more meat and try to suppress the alcohol.

It took a long time to eat this meal, maybe an hour. When we finally finished eating, all three of us were a little flushed, especially me, who was still affected by the alcohol, and my face was as red as a monkey's butt.

I deliberately leaned against the tent door and half-lyed, which would cool my face.

While we were chatting, there was movement outside the tent, and there was a barking of dogs.Yinyin interrupted our conversation and said with a happy face that the equipment has been obtained.

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

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

I had a preconceived notion that the Tibetan Mastiff in Tibet is very famous. I thought the dog that came this time would be a Tibetan Mastiff, but the dog's head that came in was very strange.

It does have the characteristics of a Tibetan mastiff, but with a pointed nose, it feels more like an Alaskan sled dog.

It was very kind to me, and didn't bark too much, and licked my face fiercely.

It made me sick, just think about it, when its big tongue started from my chin and licked my hair in a straight line, it made my face look like it was covered with paste.

I couldn't stand 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 moment. My first reaction was, why are there so many?
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