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Chapter 317 A Hot Land! (Second update!)
"Second-tier hall, you came back early today."

"Yes."

"I'm selling vegetables."

"Yes."

Confront this new Neon tenant.

The landlady's aunt has adapted to his inarticulate and expressionless character.

Back home, Second Floor Hall cooked for himself.

Then I washed the dishes, cleaned up, and tidied up the clothes.

Slow and meticulous, like a robot.

It's obviously a rented house, but it's as clean as a hotel.

Maybe this is the obsessive-compulsive disorder of Neon people.

After doing all this, the second floor hall sat in front of the screen and waited.

When it was 7:59, I turned on the TV.

When I opened it, "The Third Pole" just started broadcasting.

If Xu Wen was here, he would definitely be surprised by this kind of punctuality.

Generally, for every 150 meters above sea level, the temperature drops by one degree Celsius.

On the Tibetan Plateau, with an average altitude of more than 4000 meters, the temperature is always lower than that of areas at the same latitude.

But the high altitude also brings more sun exposure, and the intense light makes up for the lack of heat.

All kinds of plants grow tenaciously on the plateau land, full of colors of life.

A bustling city stands under the white Potala Palace.

Lazar!

Even in winter, Lazar is very lively.

This city located in the valley plain receives more than [-] hours of sunshine every year.

Therefore, it is also called the city of the sun.

There is a modern rhythm here, but also ancient customs.

Many Lasa people start their morning with a bowl of sweet tea.

On a long table, people you know or don't know gather together.

Chatting in twos and threes, just for that bowl of sweet tea.

This is a drink made from milk and black tea.

Sit in a familiar position with a cup.

Changes were placed casually on the table.

The waiter pours you a cup of sweet tea and takes the change.

No one is worried about miscalculation of money, and they can chat together even if they don't know each other.

The change on the table is put together, and people become friends while drinking.

After eating another bowl of Tibetan noodles, they each started their day's work.

The second-tier hall narrowed its eyes.

Lazar?He had heard of this plateau city.

Very cultural style, but he has never been there.

He also suggested to use Lazar as a material before, but he was rejected by Nikaido.

The good weather in Lazar comes from the influence of a mountain range.

Himalayas!

The hometown of ice and snow.

The highest point of Blue Star.

Hidden deep in the mountains are ravines.

They are channels of warm air, moist and full of light.

In one of the ravines, Sherpas are planting rice seedlings.

Tibet, Nepal and other places in the Sherpa Huaguo.

What they are growing is a crop called chicken feet.

This is a grain with slender, slender leaves and a green body.

At first glance, it looks like weeds, but it is a grain cultivated by Sherpas.

As soon as the picture turned, a bee appeared in the lens.

At the moment it is collecting honey, but its body is bigger than the flowers under its body.

Himalayan rock bee.

The largest bee in the world can fly to an altitude of more than 4000 meters in search of tenacious flowers on the plateau.

Their hives, often more than 2 meters high, hang high on the steepest cliffs between canyons.

Sherpas are the largest group of people on Mount Everest.

Looking at the huge beehive on the dangerous peak high above.

Nima is thinking.

Every year he climbs the mountain to collect beehives.

Not for honey, but for an important mission.

Go back to the village.

Nima came to the crowd who were transplanting chicken feet valley.

"(Tibetan) Brother Sangba, are you free? Pick me the hive."

"(Tibetan) How high is it there?"

"(Tibetan) more than 200 meters."

"(Tibetan) That won't work, it's too high and too dangerous."

I found several people in a row, but they all rejected Nima.

Even the oldest and most experienced honey hunters in the village are afraid of that place.

"(Tibetan) There is no shelter in that place, it is very dangerous. If you are bitten by a bee, you will lose consciousness and your eyes will be completely dark. If it is serious, you can only wait for death. If you fall, there will be a raging river underneath."

The honey picker comforted Nima.

Against the backdrop of the firewood, Nima seems to be preoccupied.

Why do you have to do such a dangerous thing?
What is the sense of mission?

The second floor hall is curious.

In the end, Nima managed to gather a group of people after all the hardships.

A sacred mission leads them to a dangerous decision.

In my impression, there are only two or three people who have been here before.

Bringing the tools, they climbed over the mountains and ridges all the way, and came to the top of this huge hive.

Make tools with bamboo that you can see easily.

The smoke that repels the bees is most important.

Be sure to prepare the smoke before the bees find it, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

The Himalayan rock bee has the strongest aggressiveness and toxicity among the bee populations.

The blood in the background music made the second-tier hall couldn't help but watch it intently.

This so-called sacred mission is very much like the blood in neon anime that goes all out to protect something.

When Nima was holding the prepared smoke to drive away the bees.

It's raining.

The torches went out, and so did the smoke.

The collection has not yet started, and the entire colony is irritated.

The second floor sighed.

In the next second, he began to worry about the condition of the bee collectors.

Lost the protection of smoke and besieged by thousands of bees.

It was exactly the situation when the elders had an accident.

The rain became heavier and heavier, but the second torch was still extinguished.

The heavy rain made the river below the cliff instantly hideous.

The wind in the canyon is also getting stronger.

A third torch was lit.

If this torch is not enough, you can only give up.

For it will be late.

"Damn it!"

The second-tier hall clenched his fists, and silently shouted in his heart.

I was taken aback for a second.

"Why am I so excited? This doesn't fit my personality."

Fortunately, Nima finally succeeded this time, after driving away the bee colony with smoke.

Nima fixed herself with a rope at the waist, and other people pulled Nima.

Putting on the back basket, Nima successfully collected honey.

A large piece of honey was smashed into the pannier.

After returning home, Nima began to deal with the fruits of this labor.

The hive and honey must be processed overnight.

The processed honeycomb and honey are placed in a pot and become a golden yellow solid.

It is their mission to obtain this high quality beeswax.

It is located at the junction of China and Nepal.

Nima's beeswax will be bought for people in Nibel.

Kathmandu.

Global Buddha statue manufacturing center.

Golden beeswax is used by artisans to make Buddha statues.

The skin of Buddha statues made of fine Himalayan beeswax is more delicate and lustrous.

In a farther corner of the Himalayas, the Hanging Rock Peak has a different look.

The bees nesting in that family means that the family is lucky.

Under the eaves full of Tibetan style, the hostess and the children played games here without disturbing the bee colonies under the eaves.

Only when the male host was talking and laughing while drinking, the bee colony was a little restless but never attacked the host.

The second-tier hall was a little surprised.

In Nima's eyes, the bee colony, which is extremely dangerous, looks so obedient here?

Suddenly one day, the bees flew away.

Only the hive and honey remained.

Under the bright sunshine, the honeycomb with white top and yellow bottom is beautiful like a work of art.

Every square hole is just right.

Hanging under the eaves, it looks like a piece of jade.

Looking at the complete beehive in the second-tier hall, there was a hint of wonder in his eyes.

The male host approached the eaves with a ladder.

Take a washbasin and poke a few small holes in the hive.

Crystal clear honey flowed down.

Without a little effort, the whole family can taste the essence of natural honey.

The Himalayas breed the most vicious bees and the most generous honey.

The screen turned to a hillside.

On the hillside, flowers bloom.

The flock seems to be quite disgusted with this flower.

It does have an offensive name.

Wolfbane.

Although chamaejasma is poisonous, in Dorje's view it is a good thing.

The poisonous part of wolfbane is the root.

That's exactly what Dorje needs.

Remove the leaves, peel off the outer skin of the roots, and tear the rhizomes into strips.

Then put it in boiling water and boil it to make a pot of brown soup.

Boil the root of wolfbane and smash it to make pulp.

The village where Dorje lives has a 1300-year history of papermaking.

"This is the legacy left by my ancestors, and I will pass on this craft."

The Tibetan paper made from chamaejasma is flexible, not afraid of moths, not easy to change color, and can stand the test of time.

The surface of the second-tier hall remained calm.

But he nodded appreciatively.

This is the "artisan spirit" that we neon people admire.

The screen turned to Sichuan Dege.

Here, paper will be given new life.

The stacked paper is cut into long strips.

The main use of Tibetan paper today is related to the equally ancient woodblock printing.

The Dege Sutra Printing Institute has more than 30 engraving plates that preserve most of the classics in Tibetan culture.

Block printing is still used here.

In the morning, open the door.

The paper that was dried overnight entered the courtyard.

The encounter between paper and engraving is about to begin.

A red brush and a sheet of paper.

overlaid on top of the engraving.

The red Buddhist scriptures are printed on it.

The paper on which the scriptures were printed was cut, polished, dyed, and finally bound into volumes.

From then on, the paper will accept the worship of the believers.

Different pictures are carved out through this kind of engraving.

Plain paper gives a touch of Buddha nature.

Poster 4500 meters, almost all crops are off limits.

But people still grow a hardy crop and the most important highland crop.

barley.

The devout old Tibetans pray devoutly by the Tangra Yumcuo Lake.

This huge lake is the largest holy lake of ancient Bon religion.

More than 1000 years ago, this was the core area of ​​the Zhang Zhung Dynasty.

The 4500-meter wide lake and the mountains beside the lake create a humid and warm microclimate.

On a small piece of land by the holy lake.

There are hundreds of farmlands.

Each of these farmlands is small, but they all have their own names.

Such as: the tail of the fox, the place where the moon rises.

It can be seen that the owner cherishes the field.

where the moon rises
It's a nice name.

The second floor smiled.

Land is so valuable that it needs to be budgeted carefully.

So a special position was created in the village.

Tian Chang!

Tian Chang Dorje's father is Tian Chang's grandfather and also Tian Chang.

Early in the morning, Dorje walked to an old house and looked for a special spot with his hands.

When Dorje found this point.

He leaned against the wall and looked into the distance.

Not long after, the sun rose from the top of the mountain.

Dorje holds a Tibetan calendar in his hand.

According to the ancient calendar, Dorje calculated in his head and then selected an important date.

What Tian Zhang needs to manage is water.

Although it faces Dangrecuo Lake.

But it is a holy lake, and it is also a saltwater lake.

It cannot be used to irrigate the land, and the water for the entire village comes from the snowmelt on the mountain.

The important day of Dorje's reckoning has arrived.

Dorje solemnly put on his costume.

He yelled loudly at the village.

"(Tibetan) start plowing!"

The Plowing Festival is a grand ceremony in spring, a celebration and blessing before plowing and sowing.

Each family gathers highland barley wine, and people sit in the village's reservoir.

Listening to Dorje summarizing the situation of the previous year.

Let's talk about plans for the coming year.

"(Tibetan) We have 260 mu of land that needs to be irrigated, so we need to budget carefully."

The mixed highland barley wine spilled into the sky.

The carnival begins.

To compare who is stronger, put the huge stone in the middle of the reservoir.

Pile the stones into a stone pillar and tie a khata.

People threw tsampa on the head of the field.

Pray for the coming year.

Cuo Mu, who is in his 80s in the crowd, is not thinking about it.

She no longer cares about her twin sister.

Wangmo.

Wangmo is a practitioner and has practiced alone for more than 20 years.

Wangmo circles around the holy lake every day.

Sometimes when I am tired, I lean on the stone to rest, but my eyes are still looking at the holy lake.

The last time I saw my sister was half a year ago.

Hearing that her sister was in poor health, Tsomu came to visit her with the cakes he had made.

The two old sisters talked about their physical conditions.

When it was time for my sister to practice around the holy lake, Tsomu accompanied her sister to circle around the lake.

The two sisters supported each other, forming a special landscape in Dangrecuo Lake.

At this moment, the man and the lake seem to form one.

The two old men also blended into the scene.

This is the end.

The second episode of "The Third Pole" is over!

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