I thought about talking to Davara for a moment to stop wandering around with me and my beard. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But the beard really didn't give Dawala a face, and said to himself, "I said sister, I admit that you are a local and very familiar with Tibet, but do you know? Since you took the two of us to the Grand Canyon, there have been many mistakes along the way. ”

Dawala's face sank, and the beard ignored her, and pointed at me again, pointing at himself, and said, "My brothers and I have taken on a lot of cases before, and most of them have gone to other places to investigate, but we both have a brush, especially you know?" Listening to Xiao Bo's words, it's absolutely right, I believe that in the past, the two of us could save the day and live nine deaths, this time if Xiao Bo is the head of our family, there will be no big mistakes. ”

Davara bit her lip. I don't know what she was thinking, but since the beard had spoken out, I also talked a few more words on the basis of what he said, mainly to make Davara not think too much.

Then I said my opinion. We have just come to the Grand Canyon now, and there are only two purposes, one is to meet with the iron donkey, and the other is to find the Gu King, but we are very unfamiliar with the environment here, so the most urgent thing to do at present is to get the environment and let us adapt to it as soon as possible.

I think this point of view is correct, but to put it simply, if we can't even understand the usual eating, drinking, and Lazar, how can we talk about completing the task?

Beard had been nodding in agreement with me, but the moment I finished speaking, he suddenly sniffled vigorously and made a grunting sound.

I couldn't understand what he meant, and I said he wanted to boo me? But shhh

Davara and I both looked at him. The beard stood up, and after tasting it again, he asked the two of us, "Don't you smell the stew?" ”

I was puzzled, wondering if this man was hallucinating, especially since this is a wild place, where are there any restaurants around?

The beard pointed in one direction and said that the smell of stew wafted from where.

I looked down and it was a forest. Beard still insisted on going over to take a look.

We spent too much time at the lake. I thought to myself, it's good for us to walk around, especially if it's just getting acquainted with the environment.

I agreed with Beard, and Davara didn't say anything, but after seeing me and Beard pick up our backpacks and get up, she followed after a bit of confusion.

When we came to the edge of the woods, I was still staring at the trunks of each tree. Judging from the preliminary judgment, there are no grasshoppers here. In addition, as soon as I approached, after a gust of wind blew, I also smelled the smell of stewed meat that the beard said.

I took out an admiring look and secretly glanced at his beard, thinking that his nose was really smart.

I thought about it deeply, since it could smell like stew, it was likely that there were people living nearby. I suggested to them, "Let's follow the smell of meat and see if we can get in touch with the locals." ”

Davara immediately shook his head and retorted, saying that the locals were very savage, and that we had better not touch them, otherwise we would easily get into trouble.

I and the beard both took out a posture of disbelief, I still thought in my heart, and my heart said that if I don't try to make contact, how do I know what the effect is?

But I replied like this, let everyone be careful, if you really want to contact these people for a while, you think they are not easy to talk to, so we just retreat quietly.

We all went into the woods together, and we all took off our coats for better concealment.

My beard and I were both wearing that special set of clothes, the same two sets that the flight attendant gave us, and this dress had a peculiar advantage, it was particularly absorbent, and it was still dark in color. We walked as far as we could, hunched over, so that we could be perfectly integrated with the woods.

Davara was wearing another outfit as well, which I guess was also custom-made, but it didn't look as good as me and my beard.

We didn't walk long in the woods, about a hundred meters, and the woods came to an end.

We each found a tree and hid it behind its trunk. I peered out into the woods. Not far away is a village.

Actually, I don't know if it's a good idea to call it a village. There are only a dozen or so simple thatched huts here, especially this one is about half a meter above the ground, and under it, rows of wooden stakes are placed vertically to support the whole house.

I was curious about this kind of architectural house. Davara took the opportunity to explain to us that in the old days, Metuo lived in this kind of house, and that the space between the stakes could be used to raise cattle and sheep, and that this kind of house was at a certain height above the ground, and that it could prevent poisonous insects and rats from climbing up.

I listened and nodded. In addition, we also saw that there was a large cauldron outside the village, and there was a firewood piled under the pot, and now it was burning vigorously, and the smell of meat wafted out of this pot.

As for this pot, I preliminarily judged that it was not made of iron, but more like it was made of stone, but after using it for a long time, all those stones were blackened.

The meaning of the beard, this is to come to the front of the pot to take a look.

I stopped him and told us all to wait.

The beard pursed his lips and made a swallowing motion, presumably a little hungry.

We didn't wait long behind the tree, and after about a cigarette, a man came out of a grass hut.

He was not of good stature, with long hair and beard, and was covered in animal skins, and there were a lot of leaves hanging from the crotch of his trousers. With the way he dressed, I knew that this was an authentic native.

He walked to the cauldron first, sniffed it, and screamed a few times. There was movement in several other thatched huts, and five men came out one after another.

The five men were also dressed as natives, and two of them carried small stone axes around their waists.

They squatted down around the iron pot, and they were not too hot, so they reached out to scoop the meat from the pot.

I found out that these indigenous men were eating meat and eating it was called a gobble, which made me guess that they usually lived a very hard life and rarely ate meat.

The beard whispered to me in the air, what does that mean, are we still waiting?

Dawala blushed his face and interjected, "I judge that these people are not easy to mess with, so if you want me to say, let's retreat quietly." ”

I didn't rush to answer, but after some thought, I asked Davara, "Do you know what is said in the Grand Canyon?" Is it Tibetan or what? ”

Dawala shook his head in a thumbs up, indicating that he didn't know.

I'll make a plan for the two of them, and we'll be both clever in a while, and we'll try to say hello to these natives, and most importantly, make sure you laugh.

That's one of my points as well. Don't look at people from different regions who speak different languages, but the smiles of human beings are the same, and as long as we show kindness, it will ease the atmosphere and make these indigenous people not too nervous.

The beard said yes again and again. Davara took a slightly disapproving stance and muttered a few words.

Me and Beard took the lead, and Davara Thumb followed. Together, we walked around the trunk of the tree and towards the village.

The natives were very keen, and before we could take a few steps, a native spotted us. He yelled a few times to remind his companions.

The people all turned their heads to look at them and stood up vigilantly.

I reminded Beard and Davara to say, "Laugh! ”

Dawala is like me, he smiles very gently, as for the beard, he laughs haha, and it is very exaggerated, which makes me faintly think of Stephen Chow.

I said in my heart that Xing Ye's way of laughing is for acting in movies, and your beard laughs so evilly, it's easy to backfire.

I secretly tugged at my beard and whispered to him with a smile, "Converge." ”

The beard was hurriedly adjusted.

During this time, the natives were chewing meat and drawing closer to each other.

I know it's not a good sign, and even the presence of the two of us, don't look at it and smile all the time, makes them feel dangerous.

I gave Davara a thumbs up and told her to try to communicate with the natives.

Dawala first muttered a few words in Tibetan, but when the natives did not react, she switched to several other vernacular dialects.

I really didn't realize that this Davara thumb is also quite knowledgeable in language. However, her erudition, once she played the piano to the cow, also lost its effect.

Dawala spoke for a minute, and finally the natives' faces became darker and darker.

Davara shook his head helplessly, and the beard couldn't help but mutter, "These bunnies can't be speechless, right?" ”

Unexpectedly, as soon as the beard finished speaking, these natives screamed, and the strongest natives immediately replied, "Where did you come from, how do you scold people?" ”

I was stunned for a moment, and then I almost had the urge to slap my thigh and sigh to the sky. I said in my heart, who would have thought that the natives in this big ravine would actually understand Chinese?

And in this way, we can save trouble. Hu Zi smiled deliberately again, and then said, "Fathers and fellow villagers, we didn't scold!" It was just a misunderstanding! ”

The natives' faces showed no sign of softening, and the Zhuangtu asked again, emphatically, "Where did you come from?" ”

I simply made up nonsense, saying that we came from outside and wanted to have a good time, but we came here by mistake. After a pause, I politely asked if they could help us, especially if they could let us stay in the village for a few days.

I've been savoring the reactions of these natives since I finished speaking, and in fact, I have a question in my head now. Why do these indigenous people know Chinese?

And these natives, after hearing what I said, looked at each other, and their expressions were strange.

We waited with all our tempers, and after a while, the Zhuangtu people made a statement again, pointing at us and saying, "What you wear is called clothes, right?" ”

Both the beard and I nodded. Davara made a small movement and touched his hand to his lower back.

Then the Zhuangtu said, "Show your breasts so that we may see." ”

I don't know how he would make such a request, but it wasn't a big deal for me and Beard, but it was Davara, a woman, who couldn't just show her breasts.

Davara also resisted at this time, and even stopped smiling, and his face sank.

I gave Davara a thumbs-up and reminded her, "Don't do that. ”

Then my beard and I unbuttoned it and pulled it violently, leaving my chest exposed.

The natives all squinted at each other. I was so caught by their gaze that I was a little panicked.

Zhuangtu suddenly grinned, smiled, and shouted, "Not bad, very tender!" ”

I wondered what he meant. There was another native, who moved his mouth and clasped it with his hand, and took out a ring from his mouth.

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