The blue sky was cloudless, pure as a giant sapphire, indescribably beautiful and fascinating.

And it was under such a beautiful sky that the first conversation between the natives of two different planes began.

It's just such a historical moment full of significance for historians.

This time, both sides first need to face a difficult problem: how to communicate effectively in the case of chickens and ducks.

"###拿#你#隐, ##么?" the leader of the indigenous people said to Song Yong seriously.

As he spoke, the indigenous leader kept gesturing and waving his hands, trying to make poor Song Yong understand the meaning of his words.

Behind him, several indigenous warriors with weapons in their hands were trying to make a vicious appearance.

Looking at such a posture, they intend to add a little bit of oppressive momentum to their leader when questioning.

In fact, there was no need for them to be like this at all, just looking at the mouth full of rabbit blood had already frightened the poor young man Song Yong.

The posture with their weapons in place seemed a little redundant.

Because these are just shabby weapons with a rough stone spearhead tied to a long stick, they really don't seem to have much deterrent power.

What's more, these primitive people didn't even have such a shabby stone spear in their hands.

The two fellows in the back did not even have a stone spear tied to it, but the end of the stick was roasted over the flame, and at last it was sharpened.

In other words, Song Yong, who is used to seeing all kinds of gunpowder weapons on TV, really doesn't think there is anything that scares him about these things.

However, in order to communicate clearly with the other party, so that these primitive people would not treat themselves as lunch, Song Yong still tried very hard to listen to the words in the other party's mouth and look at the gesture of the other party's hands.

I hope to figure out what the other party is expressing.

I don't know how many times the primitives leader repeated the words in his mouth, but after repeating them at least thirty or fifty times, Song Yong estimated that he had figured out a little bit of the way.

In fact, at the beginning, he felt that in the other party's strange pronunciation and tone, there were actually some things that were magically familiar to him.

After listening to it dozens of times in a row, combined with the gestures in the other party's hands, Song Yong finally understood what the other party meant.

Even those familiarities, he figured out where they came from.

In this sentence that is not so complicated, there are a few words that are somewhat similar to the Hakka dialect of my own world......

Yes, absolutely!

Song Yong clearly remembered that the owner of the casserole porridge house he worked for was a Hakka family member in his first job.

When they usually speak Hakka with their fellow villagers, it is this taste that is right.

After working there for half a year, Song Yong didn't save the money, but he still learned to speak Hakka.

And based on this point and breakthrough, if you analyze it, then the meaning of the sentence in the mouth of the primitive leader should be like this:

"Boy, who are you, what are you doing here in our Gada?"

Of course, in the mouth of this primitives leader, it is naturally impossible to have such a strong taste of Northeast dialect.

These are just the contents and tone that Song Yong made up in his mind based on his own understanding;

As long as it's not your native language, you will naturally have such and such problems after conversion.

As for the artistic conception and beauty that make the translation more appropriate, these high-end issues are already things that only those translators need to worry about.

Even, in this primitive era plane of the unknown otherworld, why primitive people speak with a little Hakka accent, Song Yong also can't care about it.

Even if he couldn't remember clearly, where he had seen such a statement:

Hakka is supposed to be a long-established national language of the Chinese nation, which combines a part of the Luoxia accent, and the Luoxia accent is said to have been passed down from ancient times. (Note 1)

Regarding whether the above content is credible, Song Yong's coercion actually doesn't know whether it's true or not.

But this is not important, the important thing is that for Song Yong, who is about to be eaten or starved to death, he can understand the meaning of the other party.

Therefore, when Song Yong translates in his mind, he brings a little accent that he likes to see, which is completely fine!

After understanding what the other party meant, Song Yong finally made the right reaction before the other party's patience was exhausted.

He lifted his bound hands and pointed to the east, which was distinguished by the position of the sun, and spoke in Hakka, which was not very fluent.

Like a broken repeater, he said repeatedly: "I am from Huaxia and my name is Song Yong." ”

After Song Yong repeated this several times like a second goods, the indigenous leader was somewhat accustomed to his strange accent.

After more than ten minutes, the other party finally understood his first meaning, and asked with doubts in his mouth: "Huaxia tribe, Song Yong?"

Seeing that such a difficult communication finally had an effect, Song Yong didn't even nod his head and flew up.

After the previous exchanges between the two parties, he was still pleasantly surprised to find that some movements could be regarded as common to many planes, for example, nodding was correct, shaking his head was wrong.

In order to survive, Song Yong couldn't care about his dry mouth.

Continuing to try, trying to express the more complex meaning of the other party, and what he meant was: Guys, no matter what, as long as you don't eat me, everything else is negotiable.

The above idea is completely the truest portrayal of Song Yong's thoughts at the moment.

He didn't think about it anymore, he was going to get mixed up in the different planes, but endured the humiliation for a few days, and then found a way to escape back to the hidden cave and return to the previous world.

At this moment, there is no primitive man-eating tribe world, which is so beautiful in Song Yong's heart.

If you really want to compare, even if you let Song Yong go to work in a black-hearted factory, it is estimated that this senior Sanhe god at this moment will not have any rejection......

Over time, the communication between the two sides became more efficient.

This time, Song Yong only repeated it more than a dozen times, and the primitive people understood what he meant, and then these people looked at him silently for a long time with the eyes of caring for mentally handicapped children.

Until the poor young man's heart was filled with indescribable hair.

The leader of the primitives spoke up.

The length and tone of the sentences may be different, but the meaning is as follows:

"What do you think? We gray rabbits are a particular tribe, not those cannibal tribes in the mountains, we have never eaten people. ”

After saying that, he waved his hand back, and the primitive people behind him not only put down the stone spears in their hands.

This man who looked like the leader of the primitive people stepped forward in person, and a pair of big hands full of calluses were busy, but they were extremely flexible and untied the vines that bound Song Yong.

As he untied the vines, he cried out:

"Let's go Song Yong boy, let me take you to our Grey Rabbit Tribe, to see what a loving tribe is, if you really don't have a place to go, you might as well join our Gray Rabbit Tribe." ”

"By the way, I'm the leader of the Grey Rabbit tribe, you can call me Big Tooth. Finally, the leader of the primitive people ended the topic with such an introduction.

And opened his mouth, revealing two white front teeth, and gave a kind smile to Song Yong.

After looking at these two front teeth, as obvious as Bugs Bunny, Song Yong basically understood the other party's name in seconds, why it was so unrigorous.

After saying that, the leader of the primitives, called Big Tooth, lifted a bunch of things from the grass not far away.

It was the vines that were tied together, the vanished iron pots, the backpacks, the helmets, the other things.

After Daya easily lifted these things with one hand, he took the lead and walked up to a path on the left-hand side;

He could naturally think of one thing: the other party was so friendly, it would definitely not be so simple.

But what do you do? As long as these primitive people don't eat him at once, of course, if there is some food to provide, then everything will be better.

Note 1: This academic achievement was obtained by the non-famous online writer Uncle Longlegs, so Uncle Longlegs solemnly declares that the accuracy and seriousness of the results are not guaranteed at all.