Dazhen's father is a thin Tibetan man, similar to Boss Zhong, who looks like in his forties, and this body is not very common among Tibetans.

However, Dazhen's father has a cheerful personality, with the simplicity and honesty unique to the Tibetans. Compared to the uncontrollable guys I met at the gate of the scenic area before, Dazhen's father can definitely be called an honest person.

Dazhen's mother is relatively strong, but she has the simplicity and virtuousness that is common to Tibetan women. The couple is about the same age and currently works in the tourist center, the tourist bus station.

"I used to be grazing, but the grassland here is quite tight. Since more than ten years ago, Dazhen's mother and I went to the base camp to set up camp tents to receive tourists. We worked from the end of April to October every year, and the income was better than grazing." Dazhen's father took a sip of milk tea and began to tell the situation at home.

Liu Mo'ang knew a little about the situation he mentioned. In the past, the reception capacity of Mount Everest Base Camp was very limited, so some herders from the surrounding villages spontaneously went to the tourist base camp to set up tents, which contained stoves, beds, and bedding, which allowed tourists to shelter from the wind and cold.

If Dazhen's father didn't say anything, Liu Mo'ang didn't expect that the couple would do this before.

But then again, it’s quite a bit more money to do this. Liu Mo'ang heard Li Junyi talk about the situation here. The tents built by the local Tibetans in the base camp are affectionately called "tent hotels" by tourists. There is no way. The altitude of the base camp is too high and the conditions are too bad. Except for the two hotels, if tourists do not want to build tents or sleeping bags by themselves, they can only live in such tents built by the local Tibetans.

Generally, there are eight to ten beds in a tent, and one bed is sixty to eighty. The conditions are very simple, but fortunately, you don’t have to get frozen outside, and you can also drink a sip of hot butter tea and eat tsampa, so the income of these tents and hotels is still good.

Compared to the old man who can't speak Mandarin, whether it is Dazhen's father or her mother, she speaks Mandarin fluently. It is probably because the couple has trained in tents and hotels over the years.

"In February last year, the country closed the mountaineering base camp and withdrew the tourist base camp to Rongbu Temple, and we were not allowed to set up tents to receive tourists from above. At first, we were worried about what to do. As a result, in less than May, the Visitor Center was established at the west end of our village. Thirteen electric-driven environmentally friendly sightseeing buses of 29 seats were boarded at one go, and Dazhen's mother and I were recruited by the Visitor Center to work there. I was responsible for driving a sightseeing bus, and Dazhen's mother cleaned the visitor center, and had a fixed income for a month." Dazhen's father seemed very satisfied with these two jobs. Compared to setting up tents to receive tourists from the base camp before, the work here was obviously more stable and easier.

Dazhen’s father and Dazhen’s mother have a very good impression of Liu Mo’ang and his wife, which mainly comes from the white lion in the yard.

His family owns a snow mastiff, which is precisely because of Dawa that his family's status in the village is a bit transcendent.

But when the couple saw the more powerful and larger white lion, they immediately regarded the white lion as the real Rinpoche mount. Now, the white lion is so harmonious with his own Dawa. How could the couple be unhappy?

If Dawa can give birth to a litter of puppies with this powerful and tall snow mastiff, no matter who it is, it will rush to ask for it.

It is precisely because of the existence of the White Lion that Dazhen’s father and his wife have such a good impression of Liu Mo’ang and his wife.

"Uncle Lausanne, are you driving a tourist bus at the Visitor Center? Can you take the White Lion to the base camp?" Chu Qian asked.

Dazhen's father was named Lausan Tsering.

Since they took this route, the Xiaolong they drove must not be able to get up. There are two checkpoints at the entrance of the Visitor Center, one is the border inspection station, and then the checkpoint at the Visitor Center. Private cars can't get past them at all, so they can only park their cars in the parking lot and take a sightseeing bus.

He shook his head in embarrassment and said, "If it is a small pet dog, it is still okay for tourists to carry it into the car. But the white lion is so big that it is impossible to get into the car according to regulations."

When Chu Qian heard Dazhen’s father say this, he was a little anxious. He asked Liu Mo'ang: “Will you not be able to bring the white lion with you?”

Liu Mo'ang shrugged and said, "If you don't let the car, then you can just take the white lion up there. It's just twenty kilometers, and it's only five or six hours away."

Chu Qian nodded after hearing this. She lived in Yubacuo for a long time, and her food and drink were no different from Liu Mo'ang, so Chu Qian's physical strength was also excellent. If she really walked up, it would not be a difficult task for her.

Dazhen's father pondered for a moment and said, "Don't worry, you two, I'll go and talk to the leader about this situation in the afternoon and see if I can take a tour bus on it."

Liu Mo'ang said with certainty: "Money is not a problem."

As a joke, I came here not only to see Mount Everest, but Liu Mo'ang had more important tasks. If it weren't for the fact that steamed buns and dumplings could not show up, he would have wished that all four little ones would be brought here.

Now I can only bring the white lion up there. How can I miss the white lion when I propose?

A sightseeing car has 29 seats, and even if it is full of car charter, it is only about 3,500 yuan. Liu Mo Ang can afford this money.

Dazhen's father said: "It should be no big problem if you want to charter a car, but it probably won't work today. You have to catch tomorrow's morning bus. Generally speaking, the number of people in the first and second buses is very small every day. Sometimes we have to go there with only four or five passengers, so it is best to charter a car early in the morning."

Dazhen's mother also said: "If you charter a car tomorrow morning, if the weather is good, you can still see Rizhao Jinshan. The scenery is really spectacular."

Dazhen's grandfather said something, and Dazhen translated: "My grandfather said that even if you go up today, you may not see Mount Everest, because it may change or even rain in the afternoon or evening. My grandfather also said that if he was not wrong, tomorrow morning should be sunny."

Liu Mo'ang stood up and walked to the door to look out. Sure enough, it was less than two hours after he arrived at Zhen's house. A large number of clouds had appeared in the sky in the southwest, and the Himalayan snow-capped mountains that could be seen in the distance were also blocked by clouds.

Liu Mo'ang knew that the old man should have a good understanding of the changes in the weather. After all, he has lived here for more than 60 years, and their local climate changes are even more accurate than the weather forecast.

The reason why the famous Sherpas can become special guides for climbing Mount Everest is also closely related to their accurate predictions of Mount Everest weather.

These Tibetans living in Quzong Village are probably less than the Sherpas who live in Chentanggou or Zhangmugou and Jilonggou.

When Liu Mo'ang returned and sat down, Dazhen's father said, "Xiao Liu, my father was a guide to climb Mount Everest four times when he was young. He had climbed Mount Everest twice, so I think you should believe my father's judgment of the weather over there."

Then even Chu Qian widened her eyes in surprise, "Sister Dazhen, your grandfather has really climbed Mount Everest twice?"

Dazhen nodded arrogantly.

Liu Mo'ang and Chu Qian sincerely gave the old man a thumbs up. This old man is definitely a hidden peerless master! If he didn't say it, who would know that this ordinary old man was actually a great man who had climbed Mount Everest twice?

The old man touched his jaw and laughed.

Since the old man said so, Liu Mo'ang and Chu Qian decided to believe it.

After dinner, Dazhen's father went to the visitor center, while Dazhen's mother took leave to prepare supper at home.

This family attaches great importance to Liu Mo'ang and Chu Qian, which has a great relationship with Bai Shi.

Dazhen took Liu Mo'ang and Chu Qian and took the Bai Shi out to visit this small village. Dawa followed Bai Shi obediently.

After seeing the white lion, the Tibetans in the village all showed shocked expressions and saluted one by one. The villagers were originally very respectful to the snow mastiffs of Dazhen's family, but now there is a more powerful snow mastiff. How can the villagers not be shocked?

There are very few snow mastiffs themselves, and it is even rarer to grow up successfully. Now two snow mastiffs appear in the village all at once, which is really amazing.

Even when I moved to the north of the village, a master in the village came...

I really couldn't stand this enthusiasm. After dealing with the master, Liu Mo'ang and his wife turned around and walked out of the village.

Dazhen was also in lingering fear, "I didn't expect them to be so enthusiastic. The charm of the white lion is indeed amazing." The little girl's eyes were full of envy when she looked at the white lion.

Liu Mo'ang smiled and pointed to the river north of the village and asked, "Miss Dazhen, where does this river lead to?"

"This is Zhagaqu. The upper reaches originate from the Rongbu Glacier. They first go north and then east, and finally pour into the Pengqu River near the Shenmuda Village to the east."

"You can reach the base camp of Mount Everest along this river, right?" Chu Qian asked.

"Well, you can indeed reach the base camp of Mount Everest. By the way, Brother Ang, Sister Qianqian, if you come from Zangpu Village, you can drive directly to the nearest camp."

When he heard this, Chu Qian was stunned for a moment, then asked: "Are you talking about that...well, that way to escape tickets?"

Dazhen was happy and said with a smile: "Sister Qianqian, you are right. If you walk from Lao Dingri, that is, Gangga Town, there is indeed a road that can bypass the current tourist center and drive directly to a place very close to the base camp. However, if you take that road, you cannot reach the current tourist base camp because there are inspections on it. You cannot get on the private car and you can only get off at a distance from the tourist base camp and walk up. Sister Qianqian, do you know which road? "

"I don't know, I heard what he said." Chu Qian pointed at Liu Mo'ang'ang.

"Actually, that road is not far from here. After leaving the village about five kilometers, you can see a road to the west. It can be accessed in winter and spring. It is difficult now because to take that road, you must first cross Zagaqu, but that road has no bridge on Zagaqu, so you can only cross the river during the dry season. If you want to cross the river now, you can't get through the ordinary car."

Liu Mo'ang smiled and said, "Wife, don't worry, you can't get through other cars. It's okay for our car to pass through such a small river. I'll take you on that road when you go back."

"What are you going? Our car is in the village now and I can't get through it at all. How can I take that road when I go back?" Chu Qian was so angry that she was stunned for a glance at this guy.

"It seems that's the case..." Liu Mo'ang was stunned for a while, then he patted his head and said distressedly...
Chapter completed!