How much do the San people love campfires?

Love is deeper than the sea, and love is stronger than gold.

They got fresh meat, and although the temperature in the resort town was not high, it was a summer after all, and the air humidity was very high, and the fresh meat was very difficult to preserve.

The population of the San people's farms is large, and the meat is enough for them to eat.

But when they returned to the reserve with the meat and saw the bonfire burning on the grassland, everyone could not walk, so they took out the farmer's sausage and found a random skewer, and sat down to roast and eat it.

They don't think of themselves as outsiders, and one young man asked, "Is there any banana wine?"

Uncle Yang didn't drink banana wine, that thing was really not delicious, he had liquor here, took it out and handed it to them and asked, "Try this?"

None of these San people have ever drunk Chinese baijiu, and generally speaking, the palatability of baijiu in this case is very bad, even if famous liquors such as Moutai Wuliangye and Fenjiu are handed over to foreigners who have never been exposed to baijiu, they are not used to drinking them.

The Sang people are so awesome, Yang Shubao took out the second pot head, which Zhang Jinjie brought over to prepare to soak the snake and soak American ginseng as a tonic wine, the degree is very high, 60 degrees away.

Maison took a sip and never touched it again, but after smelling it, the Sanren began to nod: "Good wine, good wine!"

Kurutantan still wanted to leave, he was the only one who had self-control: "Don't sit down, we have to go back quickly, it's dinner in the car." ”

Several San people shook their heads: "Drink, eat meat, dance!"

Yang Shubao handed over the liquor and said, "Or can you go back and drink it?"

Kurutantan opened the cap and took a sip, and then he sat down as well: "This wine is so strong!"

Yang Shubao was dumbfounded.

The flames whirred in the sea breeze, staggering and blazing.

A few mulberry people were not too hot, they sat in front of the campfire and handed the roasted sausages to roast, each of them had a paper cup, which was full of liquor.

And the Sangren drink liquor this is really bright, no one says 'pour too much', 'it's enough', 'can't drink' such words, they all say: "pour a little more, it's not full, pour it full for me!"

A large glass of liquor, a few people don't need to persuade them to drink, or even drink with food, they raise their wine glasses and go down half a glass.

Yang Shubao's eyes were straight: I have to say that the problem of alcohol abuse among the Sang people is really serious.

The farmer's sausages were thick and not so easy to cook, and Nicole saw that they didn't drink as hard as a snack, and was a little worried that their stomachs would not be able to carry it, so she went back to the house and turned out some beef jerky and scrambled a large plate of eggs for them.

Kurutan nodded in thanks, a small plate of scrambled eggs and two beef jerky, and then they drank more energetically.

After drinking and dancing, a mulberry man stood up and took off his T-shirt, held a sausage around the bonfire and began to sing and dance merrily.

The San people have this advantage, they don't make trouble when they drink too much, they don't go crazy with alcohol, they just sing and dance around the bonfire.

The wine they usually drink is their own banana wine, which has a relatively low alcohol content, but now it is different when it is replaced by strong liquor, and it doesn't take long for someone to fall around the campfire.

Yang Shubao was startled and hurriedly dragged the person out, who almost fell into the bonfire!

From the beginning of eating and drinking to the end of half an hour, everyone staggered.

Nicole raised her eyebrows and breathed a sigh of relief: "Wow, Chinese liquor, this is the most lethal weapon!"

Yang Shubao said: "Compared with Dongfeng Express, this thing is a drink, not a weapon." But these guys drink a lot of alcohol, and lo and behold, a bottle of liquor is empty!"

This is a 6.5-liter two-pot head plastic barrel of liquor, and a group of six people have dried out all this large barrel of liquor!

Uncle Yang had to send the meat back, but he was going to drive the pickup truck to send it back, so he didn't care too much whether these people were drunk or sober.

The carriage was already full of meat, he helped Kurutantan to the passenger seat, and there were three people stuffed in the back row, and after thinking about it, he dragged the three people out again, and dragged them all into the carriage along with the other two, and put the beef in the back seat instead.

Seeing this, Nicole asked, "What are you doing here?"

Yang Shubao said: "They are drunk like this, I am afraid that they will get motion sickness and vomit in the car, but beef will not vomit, so let them change positions." ”

The pickup truck started and drove northwest along the road.

The northeastern part of South Africa is a vast and sparsely populated region, and the country's population distribution is quite interesting, with large cities as the center, scattered with a large number of indigenous settlements.

The distance between the resort town and the San farm is quite long, but there are no towns in between, only a few vagrant and Zulu settlements.

This kind of place is not very safe, and there are police cars patrolling the road at night.

When Yang Shubao passed an intersection, he saw someone waving to him, and he did not stop but accelerated to drive over.

He feared that it was a homeless man or an outlaw, that the South African wilderness was dangerous, that he couldn't stop driving at night, and that mercy was often accompanied by death.

As a result, a police car came up to him a few minutes later, and then flashed at him.

This is what the police car meant when he asked him to stop.

Yang Shubao was a little hesitant, the police cars in this kind of place are not very reliable, and some police cars may not even have police.

Subconsciously, his speed began to slow down, and the police car took the opportunity to turn the front of the car and force him to stop.

Fortunately, the person who came down was indeed a policeman, and a black police officer held the pistol on his waist in one hand and took out the badge to show him: "The people in the car put their hands where I can see! Get out of the car and put their hands where I can see!"

Yang Shubao got out of the car after seeing the police badge and said, "Hello, officer, I am from a resort town, and I am a law-abiding officer. ”

The policeman said: "You squat, if you are a law-abiding person, why did you refuse when the police asked you to stop and inspect the car just now?"

Yang Shubao was stunned: "There are no police, uh, well, I just thought that the man was beckoning to hitchhike." ”

He remembered the person who was waving at him at the intersection earlier, he was driving so fast that he didn't pay attention to the person's specific clothing, which turned out to be a police officer.

The policeman didn't listen to him, but walked to the carriage to see what was pulling.

As soon as he walked over, someone sat up suddenly, grabbed the side of the carriage and vomited: "Ahh......h

The policeman was startled, and he was even more frightened when he shone his flashlight inside: there were several people lying in the carriage drenched in blood!

He immediately hurriedly drew his pistol and shouted, "Boss, boss, boss! Murder!"

The police car started violently and then retreated, exiting for hundreds of meters before stopping and a police officer got out of the car.

The policeman behind the carriage was dumbfounded: What kind of boss is this? Did he run away first when he encountered something?