The next moment, the drone quickly turned the camera and aimed at the depths of the snowfield.

Lin Feng took a closer look and found that there was actually a deerskin tent standing next to the frozen river valley.

There seemed to be three or five people standing next to the tent.

"Brothers, have you seen it? There are actually people?" Lin Feng pointed to the location of the tent and said slowly: "They should be nomads living here, you look at the reindeer next to the tent, there are hundreds of ......"

Being able to meet people here was something Lin Feng didn't expect.

The huge snowfield is too vast, although there are many ethnic groups, but to really meet the primitive tribes, it is definitely the luck to win the jackpot.

Not bad.

If you meet people, you can find your way out!

"This time to survive, in the first few days, I suffered a lot in Siberia, and now I finally have come to the end of the bitterness, let's go and see!"

The frozen river valley is located in a relatively low-lying area, and it is still a long way from here.

To get there, you'll need to jump off a snowdrift and walk through a tundra belt.

Lin Feng visually inspected it, and it was about 1 km away.

"Hopefully they'll get me out of here!"

So saying, he jumped down from the snowdrift in three steps and two steps, and headed for the valley.

The snow here is very thick, and it is very difficult to walk.

Despite his skills, his speed could not be improved, and Lin Feng walked for half an hour before he reached the banks of the river valley.

And the deerskin tent was in the open area on the opposite bank.

From a distance, I didn't feel anything, but now that I looked closer, the height of the tent was almost as high as a two-story building, and the roof was covered with deerskin.

The style is rugged, in the same vein as the desolation of Siberia.

"Go over and see. ”

Crossing the valley to the tent, an old woman with an oriental face was sitting at the mouth of the tent basking in deerskins.

Judging from the clothes she was wearing, Lin Feng recognized at a glance that this should be a Tuvan.

Her face was a little red from the cold, and above her head was a girdle with a few feathers and some heavily pulped ornaments.

The costume on the body is similar to the traditional Mongolian costume, it is a very bloated robe, the body is completely illuminated in it, and it is a little cute to walk with too much force.

In the distance, Lin Feng said to the camera: "The Tuvans have lived here for generations, they look similar to the Mongols, and there are also the same ethnic groups in the country, and now they all gather in Qiaomu Village. ”

"They are real polar survival experts, they know the environment well, they are survival experts, and I want to talk to them about the secrets of surviving here. ”

After the words fell, Lin Feng walked up to the old woman and greeted him very politely in English: "Hello?"

The old woman looked him up and down, and said a word that she did not understand at all.

Lin Feng scratched his head embarrassedly, "They should speak Tuvan, this language has no writing, and it is completely passed down from generation to generation. Some Tuvans also speak Mongolian and claim to be descendants of Genghis Khan, with portraits of the khan hanging in their homes. ”

Then the old woman said something more.

But unfortunately, Lin Feng still didn't understand.

To be honest, this kind of communication is really uncomfortable, because it is not on the same channel at all.

Helpless, Lin Feng could only use his brains and began to use the oldest way of communication: sign language.

"6666, it's on the map!"

"Grandma is a little cute, hehehehe!"

"Isn't it cold to live in a place like this?"

"There's something powerful in human beings, and it's called genes!"

"Master Feng, your sign language is saying: Eat you with your head and tail?"

“2333333”

Without language, the communication barrier is too big, Lin Feng made a gesture, one moment to do running, one moment to do mountaineering, and the other time to point to his backpack, trying to tell the old woman that he was a backpacker.

The old woman muttered a question mark on her face, then shook her head calmly and returned to the tent.

Seeing this, Lin Feng looked at the camera and grinned, his expression was very helpless.

"Haha, I still don't understand!"

"6666, but to be honest, Master Feng acted quite similarly, I almost believed it!"

"Brother, which film school did you graduate?"

"Haha, laughing pee......"

Lin Feng shook his head, "Brothers, there's really no way, she can't understand what I mean, and it's not good for me to break in directly, it's a little uncomfortable, what should I do?"

Just as he was about to speak, three or five more men came out of the tent, men and women, and several children, their faces red from the cold, and wearing very greasy robes.

Now Lin Feng finally understood that the old grandmother had moved the rescuers, so he began to introduce himself in English.

He thought that the men would understand, but who knows, the situation has gotten worse, it was just a question mark on the grandmother's face, but now it has become a question mark on several faces.

Everyone was staring at him like a monster.

Lin Feng was a little anxious, so he simply continued to use his sign language, and performed as hard as he could, with sound effects in his mouth from time to time, looking extremely funny.

"6666, this ventriloquist is amazing!"

"There are ventriloquists in Beijing!"

“23333333”

"You can see that it's useless!"

"Haha, Feng Ye is about to give up treatment!"

However, this time, Lin Feng performed hard, as if it had some effect, a middle-aged man stretched out his hands to Lin Feng, seeing that it should mean that he wanted to invite him into the tent.

Lin Feng saw that there was a play, and he didn't care whether they understood it or not, he folded his hands and thanked him, and couldn't wait to follow everyone inside.

The space in the tent is still relatively large, warm and dry, surrounded by temporary bunks set up, covered with thick deerskin.

There was a rotten sour smell in the air.

There was a stove in the middle, and in the corner were many pieces of birch wood, which should be used to make a fire.

The man smiled and asked Lin Feng to sit down.

Lin Feng thanked him, held the drone in his arms, and explained softly with a smile: "In this desolate snowfield, the tent of the Tuvan people is really a perfect place to live. Seriously, you can feel a different kind of security when you sit here. ”

"The fire was burning, and the warmth in the tent was in stark contrast to the bitter cold outside. ”

Lin Feng looked around and continued: "The Tuvans have settlements and villages in the Siberian region and around Mongolia. The Tuvans I met were supposed to be nomads, so they usually lived in these tents to facilitate migration. ”

As he spoke, the old woman walked in and opened the aluminium pot that was burning on the fire, and it seemed to be stewed in it, and there was a strong smell of meat in the air.

"It's boiling in the pot, it's supposed to be their dinner, I don't know what it is, but it looks like it might be delicious. ”