I don't know if it's because there are no towns and no lights within a radius of 100 miles, and the starry sky of the desert is exceptionally bright and the starlight is extraordinarily brilliant.

Although I had a big meal at noon, but in the afternoon, the car was bumpy all the way, and the group was also hungry.

Lin Lin kicked Zhao Yiduo next to him and said, "Eat and eat, eat honestly, what do you mean by being so 'hissed'?"

Zhao Yiduo said dissatisfiedly: "When did I 'hiss' suck?"

"You're just 'hissing' and sucking. ”

"I don't have a 'hiss' suck. ”

"You have, I can testify. Zhao Fang, the most taciturn girl, said.

People who don't usually speak often speak more convincingly.

Zhao Yiduo quickly thought of a counterattack, and he said with a hippie smile: "I'm practicing oral work." ”

Seeing that he was going to be a showman, the girls should honestly shut up.

Compared to the Zulu tribe, the night of the San tribe is quieter, only the sound of the wind blowing the fire hunting and the crackling of firewood burning, and there are also San people talking, but their voices are very small.

If the Zulus had so many bonfires at night, they must have danced and cheered around them, and the sound could be heard clearly from a distance of a kilometer.

After eating, Yang Shubao and the others chatted for a while and went to sleep, and Kurutantan slept next to them with a sleeping bag, which was regarded as a vigil for them.

Yang Shubao has a regular schedule and rests, and he will recover his energy after a few hours of sleep.

He got up early and went out, and then saw that some of the San people had already gotten up.

This is also different from the Zulus, who sleep until mid-day.

When I came to the tribe last night, it was dark, and at this time, the sun was shining all over the land, and Yang Shubao saw that this San tribe did not live in the desert, but in a desert oasis.

The oasis is small in size, and they live on the edges, and it is difficult to discover the true face of the oasis at night.

As the sun slowly rises, the mulberry people wake up and start working.

The desert has only recently emerged, and there are still some dead trees in the sandy areas on the edges.

Some San people climb trees to collect firewood, and in the desert where resources are scarce, the San people will make the most use of things in their daily lives, wood has a variety of uses, and it is the material they need most.

There are wells dug in the oasis, and more than twenty people are queuing up to fetch water.

Yang Shubao followed the queue to take a look, the water that came up was a little turbid, and it definitely belonged to sewage in the city.

But these mulberry people didn't care, and when the children were tired of playing, they ran over and hugged the bucket, and then they went in and took two sips, wiped their mouths, patted their buttocks, and continued to play.

Seeing this, Lao Yang knew that the promotion work was done properly, and the local area definitely needed water purification clay pots.

The San people have been migrating across Africa for many years, and they have been living in deserts and desert areas to escape attacks from other tribes and ethnic groups, so finding water is the key to the survival of the entire tribe.

Not only did the Kurutantan tribe dig wells in the oasis, but they also used other methods to obtain water, such as men fetching water and women collecting leaves.

They would lay the leaves on the ground every evening and collect the dew the next day when the sun was rising.

There are also old people who sit together and use knives to cut sweet potato-like plant tubers, which are rich in water, and they remove the skin and crush it with stones, squeezing out the milk-like juice, and then the old people call the children to feed them.

Kurutantan introduced: "This is our child's milk, Mr. Yang, would you like to taste it?"

Yang Shubao waved his hand: "No need, let's save it for the children to drink, I know this thing is very precious, right?"

"It's rich in vitamins, which are essential for desert life, and it's really precious," says Kurutantan. But we don't lack it right now, you can try it. ”

He went to get a clean wooden bowl, personally got a tuber, crushed the juice with a stone, and handed it to Yang Shubao.

Yang Shubao tasted it not very good, there was no sweetness, and it was a little astringent, but it should be rich in starch, and it was quite slippery in the mouth.

Of course, it is certainly not as good as milk and even less than a drink, but for the children of the tribe, this should be equivalent to a drink, and the children who can drink this juice are full of satisfaction.

Without coming to this kind of place, it is difficult for people living in modern cities to imagine that there is such a group of people who are so difficult to survive.

Yang Shubao couldn't help but ask: "You are so tired of living, why don't you choose to go to the city? It's better to work in the city than to wander in the desert, right?"

Kurutan said with a sad face: "No, Mr. Yang, first, our nation has always been in a semi-primitive social state, and what kind of society does it belong to now? Is it right to be an information society? They can't adapt to such a social state at all. ”

"Second, the government doesn't want us to go into the city, which will put a lot of pressure on the city, they want us to wander in the wild, not to take up the resources of society, and we are better off fending for ourselves. ”

Yang Shubao said: "I think you are too pessimistic, your people are human beings like my people, let me give you an example, you sent a newborn San baby to the city, he grew up in the city, can't he adapt to city life?"

Kurutantan asked, "But is he still a San in that case?"

Yang Shubao spread his hands and smiled.

He understood what was going on.

In the minds of Kurutantan and others, ethnic and tribal civilization is more important than personal life.

More than a century ago, there was a group of such people in China, who shouted that the laws of their ancestors were immutable, and then led to the catastrophe and ravages of the Chinese nation.

Kurutantan didn't realize this, he said with some self-pity: "Our tribe has missed the opportunity for development, the normal development order of a nation should be, primitive society, feudal society, industrial society, information society, we have directly from the primitive society to the information society, this change is too big, too big." ”

Yang Shubao said simply: "There is a slang saying in our nation that the best time to plant a tree was ten years ago, followed by now. ”

Kurutantan, who had gone to college, quickly understood the meaning of the sentence, but still shook his head: "We have always lived in the desert, we have always been here, and the desert cannot grow trees. ”

Yang Shubao stopped talking, and it was useless to say it.

Slowly the whole tribe came alive and everyone came out.

Song Chao rubbed his eyes and got out of the tent and asked, "Did they get up so early? Shouldn't the black tribe get up late? I haven't slept enough." ”

Yang Shubao didn't speak, just stared at these mulberry people carefully.

Song Chao stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes and asked, "Brother Bao, what are you looking at?"

Yang Shubao, who was concentrated, regained his senses: "Oh, you woke up? I'm looking at these people, they're quite short?"

The adults in the tribe are only about 1.5 meters tall, with protruding frontal bones and thick, curly hair, which resemble the little blacks sent to the reserve by the police.

Yang Shubao guessed that those little blacks were most likely Mulberry people.

When he decided to leave the tribe, he brought Kurutantan back with him, and asked him to help talk to the little blacks, if the little blacks were San then they should be able to communicate, and then he could send them home.