The Bushmans, also known as the San people, are an indigenous people living in South Africa.

Song Chao and the others had dealt with the Sang people, and they came over one by one to salute Kurutantan.

Kurutantan is very happy, Song Chao and the others understand the greeting ceremony of the San people, which is a kind of respect for them.

The Arrow Land tribe held a banquet to entertain everyone, not only Kurutantan and Yang Shubao and his party, but also media reporters.

After all, Golden Shield is the chief of a clan, and it can be said that he is the real helmsman of Nongoma Town, and his network resources are not comparable to Yang Shubao.

One is the 'Good Morning, Kwa Province' TV program, and the other is the "South African Daily", these two media have some influence in the whole of South Africa, and they report this matter together, and Yang Shubao can be regarded as showing his face in the entire South African region.

After having a meal together, Yang Shubao and the others took the drawings and samples and returned to the tribe directly with Kurutantan.

Driving on the road, Yang Shubao said strangely: "In the past, you promoted this kind of equipment for free, and it should be more popular, why can't you promote it?"

Song Chao said truthfully: "Maybe it's because we go to more remote and desolate places, tribes like Nongoma belong to civilized tribes, and they don't need this kind of water purification tool very much." ”

Yang Shubao smiled, this is a civilized tribe? What is an uncivilized tribe like?

Next he saw it.

The car drove all the way west, at first it was a road, and the road ran for more than four hours and then entered the dirt road, and the dirt road ran for another three and a half hours before reaching the San tribe!

In seven and a half hours, the car traveled more than 800 kilometers.

They drove all the way west, and when they came here, they were no longer grasslands, from grasslands to deserts and finally deserts, and now they entered a small desert area.

Yang Shubao didn't know what the name of this desert was, he didn't know about this place.

Kurutantan told him that the desert was called 'Bisipi', which means 'land of storms' in the San language.

Yang Shubao was a little puzzled, he pointed to the back and said: "When we came, we passed through the grasslands and wastelands, where there are more animals than the desert, right? Why don't you choose to go to the grasslands and wastelands, but stay in this desert?"

A sad expression appeared on Kurutan's swarthy face: "We can't go, Mr. Yang, we can't stay there, the world can't tolerate our tribe, and other tribes and governments don't want us to be in those places." ”

Yang Shubao hesitated: "Are the Sang people so oppressed?"

Kurutantan smiled bitterly: "Yes, genetically based on Y-chromosome DNA research shows that our nation is one of the oldest living nations in the world, born 20,000 years ago. Linguistics corroborates this, our way of pronouncing sounds is very old, have you heard of it?"

Yang Shubao shook his head, and Zhao Yiduo said: "Inhalation sound, they speak with an inhalation sound, which is indeed very ancient, according to the pronunciation methods of various dynasties restored by our national archaeology, speaking during the Zhou Dynasty should be an inhalation sound." ”

"So it's a lot of nonsense to travel to the Western Zhou and Eastern Zhou, and I can't even understand what people say, so I cut my hair one by one, and I guess I will be subjugated as a monster as soon as I show up. Lin Lin quipped.

Kurutantan smiled politely: "Yes, we are the inhalation tone, that's ......"

He greeted the group in the tribal language, and he spoke so fast that Yang Shubao couldn't make out the difference in the way he pronounced it.

But if you listen deliberately, Kurutantan has to suck it into his mouth every time he speaks and hears a sound.

By this time it was already dark, and tents had been erected and bonfires were burned in the desert.

Don't expect internet and phone signals here, the tribe communicates with the outside world by radio, and Golden Shield's invitation to Kurutantan to the tribe is also notified by radio.

The tribal camp was quite large, with hundreds of tents standing up alone, and many others sleeping directly by the campfire.

The desert area is not as coastal as the resort town, and the temperature difference between day and night is very large, and Yang Shubao feels a little cold just by looking at the natives who are curled up and sleeping.

Kurutantan prepared a campfire and a tent for them, and he said, "Girls, stay in the car and sleep, we are not very safe here." ”

There were a total of three girls in the group, and Zheng Chen tightened his clothes tightly, and his face was a little worried.

Her appearance is not as delicate as Lin Lin, but she has big breasts and big buttocks, which is more in line with the aesthetics of the natives.

For the aborigines, the appearance of yellow women is the same, so they must cover their faces when they do it, so it doesn't matter what they look like, the figure is important.

Yang Shubao put the seat of the Hongqi sedan as flat as possible, one in the driver's seat, one in the co-pilot, one more person in the back seat, and three girls and one car were installed.

The other is a business car, although the space is large, but the design cannot be compared with Hongqi, and the comfort is not as good as Hongqi.

Yang Shubao adjusted the seat and comforted: "Let's make a living tonight, meet the chief tomorrow, promote the clay pot to the tribe, and then go back, go back and have a good rest." ”

Lin Lin said with a smile: "Don't worry, Brother Bao, we are not the eldest lady or the little fairy, this kind of hardship is bearable." ”

"It's not a hard time now, but there's a big and sturdy car to use as a bed, and we've slept on a campfire before, and that's really damning. Zheng Chenshuang also smiled.

It was getting late, and they gathered around the campfire and began to eat the food they had brought.

When he went out, everything was simple, Yang Shubao brought some instant noodles and hung an aluminum pot directly on the bonfire to cook instant noodles to eat.

These instant noodles are all supported by Zhang Jinjie, and the unified Master Kong Laotan sauerkraut is the most appetizing.

Yang Shubao also brought some pickled and dried chicken strips and ant nest umbrellas, chopped and put them in the soup, the chicken will become soft and delicious again when the soup is absorbed, and the ant nest umbrella can improve the freshness of the noodle soup, so this instant noodle tastes very good.

Instant noodles may taste average, but their taste is very domineering, and as soon as the lid is opened, there is a dense sour aroma rushing out.

Soon there were disguised figures in the night, and some small children were attracted by the scent.

They are wary of strangers and are not as familiar as the children of the Zulus.

These children stood on the sand two steps away from Yang Shubao and the others, staring at the aluminum pot, and after a while, they formed a circle.

When Kurutan saw this, he drove them away in the San language, he was a tribal teacher, these children were his students, and he was very in awe of him, and he shouted twice and waved his hand before taking the initiative to leave.

But the children were naturally greedy, turning their heads and swallowing saliva as they walked.

Seeing this, Yang Shubao waved his hand and said, "We have brought a lot of instant noodles, enough to entertain these children, let them come over and eat together." ”

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Yang, but they have food. Life is better now than before, at least there is enough food to eat, so we are not pitiful. ”

Lin Lin gave him a look, reminding him that doing so had stimulated Kurutantan's self-esteem.

Yang Shubao no longer speaks, in this strange tribe it is better to be silent and silent, and if you talk too much, you will lose.