I heard that Benson asked for two strings of fried hummingbirds, and the two hummingbirds on one bunch sold for ten yuan, and the price was very cheap.

Yang Shubao had no choice but to ask for a string.

After two days of hard running, he ate a hamburger and a piece of fried chicken, he was very unhappy, since he came to this place, he had to taste the unique food, otherwise wouldn't he come in vain?

The hummingbird is very small, and after frying, it is not much bigger than the large silkworm chrysalis on the barbecue stall in the northeast.

The bones of birds are brittle and hollow, while hummingbirds are small and their bones are even more brittle, so they don't need to be deboned to eat, just bite and eat.

Yang Shubao bit off half of the hummingbird in one bite, crunchy.

The fried bird meat is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and it is indeed very delicious.

Benson gave a thumbs up after eating one: "This is delicious." ”

The stall owner smiled innocently: "I didn't lie to you, did I? ”

Benson said, "Ten more strings, I'm going to eat today!"

The Timit gathered around, staring at the frying pan in a daze.

Yang Shubao said to the stall owner, "How many do you have?"

The stall owner said: "There are more than 100 hummingbirds, and today business is good, and a lot of them are sold." ”

Yang Shubao said: "It's all blown up, I bought it." ”

This is big business, and the stall owner's eyes narrowed when he heard it.

One by one, the marinated hummingbirds are thrown into the oil pan and begin to tumble, and the unique aroma of bird meat immediately spreads.

A group of people gathered around the stall and ate eagerly, but unfortunately there was no cumin dipping sauce on the stall in Petersburg, otherwise it would have tasted better.

In the end, they ate nearly a thousand dollars.

A string of hummingbirds is ten yuan, and a hummingbird is five yuan, and the stall owner is still cautious, he did not blackmail them, but the remaining more than 100 hummingbirds he said earlier are actually more than 180.

But it's better, and the group had a good meal.

Don't look at the small size of the Timites, they ate a lot one by one, and they ate nearly 200 hummingbirds in total, and in the end they were not very full.

The boss recommended chicken steaks, Yang Shubao was not interested in this thing, and it was really tasteless to eat guinea fowl and then eat ordinary chicken.

He saw that the boss was very honest and did not play tricks on the price, so he had a good impression, and when he checked out, he specially asked, "Do you still want to go out at night?"

They'll stay in the town tonight, and if the boss comes out at night, they can go for another meal.

The hummingbird is lovely and really tasty.

The boss smiled: "Don't come out of the stall, business is okay today, it's time to rest if you make enough money." ”

Yang Shubao asked, "Is that enough?"

The boss said, "Yes, I have to earn 500 yuan today." ”

This is the life philosophy of the locals, to make money when you don't have money, and to enjoy life when you make money.

They don't care about what they save money, what hard work, and what kind of future.

Lao Yang had nothing to comment on other people's lifestyles, he shook his head and said: "There is obviously a chance to make money, but I am willing to watch it slip away, what a pity." ”

The boss smiled freely: "It's a pity, there is too much money in the world, there is 100 billion, right? There is 100 billion 200 billion money in the world, can I make all of it? ”

Yang Shubao smiled bitterly, if there is really 100 billion or 200 billion money in the world, then it is estimated that Bill Gates, Jeff Bezos, and Zach Mark Berg can break the head fight.

Benson understands the boss's mentality, saying, "That's how our middle class is, they don't have much ambition. ”

Yang Shubao was surprised: "The owners of these small vendors are the middle class?"

"Of course, they have profitable assets and technology, and they're not middle class," Benson said.

Yang Shubao is right to think about it, many street vendors in China are also middle class, and when he was in school before, he once heard from his classmates that there was a stall owner who sold duck blood vermicelli in Modu and bought two houses in Modu at one time.

They packed their things and got into the car, and Benson asked, "To the inn?"

Yang Shubao nodded and said, "Yes, go directly to the inn to rest, and then plan the route, and tomorrow we will enter the wilderness." ”

An inn is a kind of inn in Limpopo province, it is like a private house, but it is bought by a hotel company to be rented out, it has a courtyard, has a kitchen, and is more comfortable to live in than hotels and inns.

They have made an appointment with an inn on the Internet, this inn is like a residential community, nothing special from the outside, and after entering it, they found that it has a lot of space, and the inns are built in a patchwork, like a labyrinth.

This courtyard-style inn has a better environment than a hotel built in a building, and some rooms have their own small courtyard.

Yang Shubao rented two large inns, so that he could sleep more than 20 people.

He followed the front desk into the inn, and then looked around and didn't find the kitchen, but saw a lot of barbecue stoves in the courtyard and aisles.

The front desk told them, "Rest assured, we are very safe here, you can see that there is an electricity grid on the wall around us." But if you have anything of value, you have to be careful to keep it yourself, because our grid is not energized. ”

Yang Shubao was stunned by these words: "No, no electricity, no electricity, why do you need to set it up without electricity?"

The front desk shrugged and didn't speak, leaving him with a mysterious face.

They assigned rooms to rest separately, and Yang Shubao made a phone call with Nicole to share his itinerary.

After sharing the itinerary, he was also tired, so he closed the curtains and fell asleep.

He slept well, but a stomachache woke him up.

The Kikube area was full of poetry, and he hurried to the toilet.

As a result, when he got to the toilet, he pushed the door and locked it, so he shouted: "Hurry up, hurry up, there is an emergency." ”

Benson's moans came from within, "Oh Fack, I'm in a hurry too, sorry buddy, you go change the bathroom." ”

A strange voice rang out, and Benson's moans became louder: "Oh, oh, cool!"

Yang Shubao ran downstairs to the toilet with his legs between his legs, and when he pushed the door open, a Timit inside looked at him with a hideous face.

All of a sudden, Lao Yang's heart was cold, things were not good, was this collective food poisoning?

He withdrew from the toilet and covered his stomach in discomfort, and Kurutantan's voice sounded outside the window: "Mr. Yang, I don't care about it so much, let's go to the yard to solve it." ”

Yang Shubao shouted, "Oh my God, are you crazy? Can you go to the yard for this kind of thing?"

Kurutan said weakly: "There is nowhere to go, it is all grass, but it is not so dirty, let's make a living." ”

"Forget it, I'll bear with it a little longer, I think I can bear it. ”

Kurutantan said: "The three major illusions in life, she likes me, I can succeed, I can endure it, I had this illusion just now, and then I made a mistake, and the reality punished me harshly......"

Yang Shubao wanted to wait for the little black man to finish it, but the little black man didn't come out, and finally moaned in the toilet.

Kurutantan translated for him: "He said, 'I will die in this.'" ”

Yang Shubao was out of options, he pushed open the door and went to the yard, but when he went out, he saw seven or eight faces facing him.