The Zulu people are a large ethnic group in South Africa, with a population of more than 10 million, and they have their own settlements all over the South African land.

Hall drove the car, and Maison sat in the passenger seat, tilted the seat back, and put his legs on the bridge.

Hall was unhappy with this: "Take your paw off." ”

Maison ignored it, and he warned Yang Shubao: "Don't take pictures when you go, outsiders are not welcome to take pictures there." ”

Yang Shubao nodded: "I understand, they think that taking pictures will take away people's souls, right?"

"You know what a fart," Maison smiled contemptuously, "do you think the Zulu people are still living a life of wool and blood? Are they also good at education? Do they also watch TV, play on mobile phones, and play on computers?"

"Don't talk nonsense, tell why. ”

"Because the girls there are all bare-chested. Sissi helped him with the answer.

Hall braked suddenly, and Maxon's big foot hit the front window, and he suddenly screamed, "My femoral head!"

"Leaving you without a seatbelt and putting your feet on the driver's seat. Hall gloated.

Tasitar is a dense grass in the Zulu language, and this is not a small town, but a relatively large settlement, located on a fertile grassland, living a life of grazing and hunting, and there are about 150 or 60 Zulu families living here.

The Zulus loved to have fun around the campfire, so they went out that night, much on a larger scale than the resort town had done last weekend, and the campfire hadn't been lit yet, and many bare-bottomed children were already jumping around it.

The Zulu people here maintain many traditions, such as their clothing is not modern clothes, but loose cotton cloth, and some even wear a piece of animal skin around the waist, which is not aesthetically pleasing or accentuating, and most of them are collarless and sleeveless.

In fact, this is also designed, because they will take off their clothes and robes at night and use them directly as bedding, so the clothes are required to be loose and fat, and try not to be cut.

The inventor Jill Allan Poe lived here, the son of the tribal chief, who was warm, kind, and cultured, and was well respected in the clan, essentially the next chief.

When they got out of the car, Jill limped up to meet them, arms wide open, and big smiles on his black face.

Mason hugged him, held up the large plastic bottle in his hand, and said, "Look, what is this?"

"Hornet's cool, we had a treat tonight. Gildon's face beamed with joy.

He hugged Yang Shubao again: "Welcome, Chinese brothers, long live China-Africa friendship." ”

After shouting, he turned around and waved his arms, and several people behind him shouted: "Long live China-Africa friendship!"

There was also a girl who came up and handed him a bowl of water, Lao Yang didn't know what was going on, but he could feel the enthusiasm of others, so he was flattered to take the big bowl and raise it and start drinking.

"Don't, man, don't, this is for you to wash your hands, this is a hand cleansing gift, a welcome gift for our Tata tribe to welcome our distinguished guests. Gilgan explained with a smile.

Lao Yang eats all directions with a big mouth and does things vigorously, although Jill replenishes quickly, the water in this bowl is still half drunk.

The girl who was holding the bowl grinned, she took back the bowl and motioned for him to reach out, and Yang Shubao smiled and washed his fingers with the remaining little water.

Jill put his arm around his shoulders and said, "You are the first Chinese expert to come to our tribe, a highly educated expert, we welcome your brother very much, you must have fun tonight." ”

Yang Shubao nodded and said yes, and they walked forward, Jill limped, and Mason also limped.

Jill was furious: "You learn me to walk?

Sissi explained, "You misunderstood him, Richard's leg was pinned in the car just now, but what happened to your leg?"

"Didn't I invent a shoe last week that sweeps away garbage, but there's a problem with that thing in the city, which is that you have to kick your legs high when you dump garbage in the trash, and I kicked ......it once," Jill muttered.

"Talking about the eggs?" asked Meissen maliciously.

Jill smiled: "It's pulling the crotch." ”

Behind them, another car drove up, and there were more and more people on the steppe.

The sun began to set, and everyone stopped talking, quietly looking to the west.

As the sun set faded, hundreds of people cheered at the same time as the last rays of light faded.

A middle-aged black man with a big shoulder and a round waist walked out with a torch and stuffed the torch into a towering wooden tower, and suddenly the flames burned from the inside and pierced the sky.

The surrounding night was expelled at once.

Immediately, dozens of girls and boys danced around the bonfire with cheerful steps, and there were people on both sides shaking their bodies and beating drums, and the drums rumbled, and there was no need for music, which stimulated people's primitive desires more than music.

After the last experience, Yang Shubao was more open tonight, Jill waved to him warmly, he couldn't help but appreciate it, so he also took off his shirt and jumped up in the crowd.

Maison held a plastic bucket to distribute liquor to the big guys, Yang Shubao mixed a glass, and everyone did not drink the liquor directly after receiving the liquor from a paper cup, but continued to dance.

When the wine was finished, they dipped their fingers in the wine and sprinkled it into the campfire, and then they drank it one after another.

In addition to wine and food, Jill dragged his strained crotch to give everyone a kind of dried meat, one piece per person.

Yang Shubao looked at it according to the firelight after receiving it, the meat quality was very good, it was made of small strips of cooked and dried meat, the muscle fibers were very regular, and the marbling could be vaguely seen, which was enough to prove that it was made of excellent meat.

He asked, "What kind of meat is this?"

Hall smiled happily, "Jungle meat." ”

Uncle Yang smacked his lips and said, "This is jungle meat, I can't eat it." ”

Jungle meat is the meat of various animals living in the jungle, not specifically, it is the most primitive food in Africa, the indigenous people eat whatever animals they catch, mountain boars and hares, orangutans, baboons, pythons, lions and leopards.

The wild animals they catch are of good quality, delicious and simply treated with salt and the like, but this hurts the diversity of the jungle species.

And because the indigenous people have no concept of protecting rare animals, a lot of jungle meat is made from endangered animals and birds, and now African countries, with the help of many international animal protection organizations, have begun to ban people from making bush meat.

Of course, this does not limit the indigenous people, and they have to fill their stomachs to live, which is understandable and needs to be respected.

What is really constrained is the export of bush meat, which used to sell millions of tonnes of bushmeat a year in Africa, and it will eventually reach the tables of the wealthy in Europe and the United States.

Therefore, when it comes to most European and American tycoons, animal protection personnel will give a thumbs up and turn 180 degrees to greet again: "Knock on Mama!"