I heard that high rebellion can be extremely uncomfortable, so as the train left Golmud, I climbed into bed early.

At this moment, it's only after ten o'clock in the evening, and I really can't fall asleep! I am usually a night owl, and it is common for me to fall asleep at one or two in the middle of the night. At this moment, it is a time of excitement. If I wait for my biological clock to strike, I'm afraid I'll find it difficult to fall asleep, because at that time the car will be traveling to Tanggula Mountain at an altitude of over 6000 meters, and I don't know how to be tormented by the high tide! It is truly both frightening and helpless.

Perhaps the train was about to start climbing the mountain, and in order to alleviate the impact of high altitude on people, the oxygen pipes in my ears began to spit out oxygen. The sound was like a noise in front of me, who was eager to fall asleep. I impatiently closed the lid on the oxygen pipe, but soon I opened it again because it was my first time hiding and I was afraid that I would fall asleep and experience altitude sickness due to lack of oxygen

I tried to suggest to myself to calm down and gradually realized that the "sudden and sudden" sound was quite frequent. After listening for a while, it felt acceptable. My thoughts resonated with the sound, and I didn't feel that harsh anymore. Hey, I can't bear it, so I can only "enjoy"

But in the end, I still counted the sheep, it's really ridiculous! Because I really can't sleep

After an unknown amount of time, I felt dizzy and drowsy in my dream. With sleepy eyes, I lifted my head and looked out the window. Near me, it was pitch black, but in the distance, there was already a faint sky.

I looked at my watch and found that it was already over 7 o'clock in the morning, which indicates that I have successfully passed through Tanggula Mountain and a stone in my heart has finally fallen to the ground. But currently, I am in the Nagqu area at an altitude of over 4000 meters, and apart from a slight dizziness, I have no other discomfort.

The train stopped at Nagqu Station, it was already 8:30 in the morning, but the outside was still pitch black. The true name of this high-altitude fruit is not false, it's not even easy for the sun to climb up.

A passenger in the sleeper compartment where I am located got off the car and got on with a Tibetan elder brother. He seemed to not understand Chinese, so as soon as he walked over, he took out his ticket and asked me to help him identify the berth.

The Mandarin of the Tibetan elder brother is indeed slightly inferior, but I can still understand it. He said he drank all night last night and wanted to rest, but his bunk was on the top floor. He remembered that he had to check tickets for a while and felt troublesome, so he sat on a chair in the hallway and waited.

Although I could smell the alcohol, I felt that he was very clear headed. I can't help wondering, can Tibetans drink like this?

I sat opposite him, with nothing to do and nothing to say, just silently looking out the window. Behind the pitch black mountain in the distance, the sun was struggling to climb upwards, and the light slowly spread from top to bottom. The sky lit up bit by bit, and the earth slowly lit up.

A vast plain began to emerge before my eyes, with the horizon visible at a glance. I thought it was due to winter, and apart from sparse grass, there seemed to be no other plants visible on the earth.

I was a bit curious and couldn't help but say hello to the Tibetan elder brother across from me, while also asking him that the greenery in this Nagqu area is too strange

He told me seriously that except for the long grass, nothing else can grow here. Due to the high altitude and large temperature difference between day and night, few plants such as trees can withstand it. For this reason, the country has also set up special rewards. Whoever can plant and live a tree in Nagqu will receive a considerable amount of prize money!

I think if the environment here is so harsh, wouldn't the Tibetans living here be very difficult and poor?

Big brother shook his head and said, that's not necessarily true! The magic of the Nagqu region lies in the fact that it can only grow grass! The grass here not only feeds countless yaks, but also produces the extremely precious medicinal herb - Cordyceps sinensis.

Especially in the Nagqu area, it is the golden altitude where cordyceps grows. Whether it is the Ali region at a higher altitude or the Linzhi region at a lower altitude, they are not as suitable for the growth of cordyceps as Nagqu. That is to say, the cordyceps production and size in the Nagqu area are among the top in Tibet.

The season of digging cordyceps can only last for one and a half months, which is from March to mid April in spring. In just one and a half months, lucky Tibetans can dig two to three pounds of cordyceps. One pound of cordyceps is priced at 60000 to 80000 yuan in the market, which means that their monthly income is 200000 yuan, which is equivalent to the annual salary income of mainland white-collar workers. And only local Tibetans are qualified to dig local cordyceps. If outsiders want to dig, they must first try to see if they can withstand the fists of local Tibetan brothers!

In addition, the Tibetans here raise dozens or even hundreds of yaks in each household. They are all driven into the mountains and do not need to spend energy managing them. The yaks themselves will search for food and drink, and they will not run away because they have reached an extraordinary understanding with their owners. It is truly amazing!

The market price of a yak is at least 10000 yuan, and anyone who wants to buy it can sell it at any time, so these yaks are jokingly referred to as "walking coins" by people. In addition, the country will also provide corresponding subsidies to people who raise yaks, and each yak has it, which is another considerable income.

You should know that the highest quality cordyceps is in Nagqu, and the highest quality yak meat is also in Nagqu. Yaks search for grass all day long and often run to places that humans cannot reach, even climbing up cliffs to eat. It can be imagined that with the amount of grass eaten by yaks, a lot of cordyceps will inevitably be eaten. Yaks that grow up eating cordyceps will have good beef!

His words sounded incredibly magical and simple to me, just like a heavenly book, and I was momentarily stunned when I heard them. Looking at the big gold chain around my elder brother's neck and the big gold ring on his finger, my heart of admiration naturally arises

I have just entered Xizang, but I have not yet gained a firm foothold. Just meeting the first Tibetan, I have gained so much insight. This is really a door to a new world!

My older brother and I had a very lively conversation, and several hours passed by unintentionally. On this journey, the ticket checking staff never showed up. Seeing that it was almost reaching Lhasa, the elder brother had no choice but to give up the idea of resting.

I saw the train slowly turning a huge bend, with several tributaries crossing the riverbed. The Tibetan brother told me it was the Lhasa River, and I nodded, thinking that I should be entering Lhasa Station soon.

The Tibetan elder brother pointed to the distance and told me that it was Lhasa, and the towering white building in the middle was the Potala Palace. I fixed my gaze on the direction he pointed out, and the image that only existed on the computer screen finally appeared in front of me. I couldn't help but laugh, and my body trembled with excitement

The Tibetan elder brother asked me if I would visit the Potala Palace, and I replied that of course I would. The Tibetan elder brother said, it's great, I haven't been there yet! I smiled and said, "You are a local of Lhasa, are you too lazy to go?"? He shook his head and said, it's not that he doesn't want to go, it's that he can't go. I'm a civil servant, and civil servants in Tibetan areas are not allowed to enter temples.

I was a bit surprised and didn't say anything more. Following his gaze, I looked over and shook my head.

The car stopped at Lhasa Station, and I bid farewell to my Tibetan elder brother. With a heart full of longing, we began this fantastic journey.

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