Wu Hao quickly returned to the shack and saw Liang Ke concentrating on wiping the Type 97 assault rifle, and couldn't help asking, "Is this a real guy?" ”

"Of course it's a real gun, is it fun to hold a toy gun?" Liang Ke asked rhetorically with a smile.

"That's right." Wu Hao nodded, agreed with Liang Ke's words, and stopped asking this question.

The silence in the shack made the atmosphere a little awkward.

In order to ease the atmosphere, Wu Hao proposed a topic, and Liang Ke took the opportunity to chat with him.

We chatted until noon, when the four little guys were hungry and asked Liang Ke for something to eat, Liang Ke took out food from his backpack and gave it to the four little guys first, and then gave Wu Hao some.

"I've been living a life of drinking blood for the past five or six months, and I miss the food on the earth, I thought I wouldn't be able to eat these things in my life, who knew that it would be a miracle to meet you here." Wu Hao said while gnawing on the pig's hand, with a kind of vicissitudes in his tone.

"Then you can eat more, I also brought some packaged cooked food this time, enough for you to eat for a while, I will bring you some next time I come over." Liang Ke said with a smile.

"Thank you." Wu Hao first thanked Liang Ke, and then said: "I invite you to eat the food of this world in the evening, and it tastes good." ”

"Okay." Liang Ke smiled and nodded.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, it took half a day for the primitive natives to finally bring back the first batch of supplies, a total of more than 30 boxes with a diameter of about one meter.

Liang Ke took out a knife and cut the tape on the top of the box, revealing the clothes inside.

The primitive natives who were watching on the side all ran over curiously, wanting to see what was inside, but Wu Hao said a few words, and these primitive natives obediently retreated.

It seems that Wu Hao is very authoritative among these primitive natives, which is originally a good thing, and it can make these primitive natives obedient, but Liang Ke sighed in his heart, he wants to plot against these primitive natives, and this is what he is most afraid of.

Therefore, he made up his mind that he must not let Wu Hao be with most of the primitive natives, let alone let him go to the Golden Island, otherwise he and these primitive natives will be connected together, and it may be anti-guest-oriented.

Of course, these thoughts were only fleeting, and Liang Ke bent down and continued to open the box.

There were more than thirty boxes, half of which were all kinds of clothes, some food and two boxes of logging tools.

"Wu Hao, you can give these clothes to the people in the village." Liang Ke said.

These clothes were specially purchased by Liang Ke, and they were all selected according to the height and weight standards of the primitive aborigines.

Most of these primitive natives are only one meter three or four tall, and Liang Ke ran for two or three days in a row to buy clothes of this specification.

"Okay." Wu Hao agreed, and began to command the primitive natives, and they lined up one by one, waiting to receive their clothes.

When the clothes were finished, the second team of primitive natives set off.

At this time, Wu Hao set up a bonfire in the middle of the village, took out an animal's thigh, and roasted it on the fire.

After roasting for more than an hour, the animal's thighs were roasted, Wu Hao cut off a few pieces, put them on a wooden plate, and brought them to Liang Ke.

"It tastes good, what kind of meat is this?" Liang Ke picked up a piece and put it in his mouth and chewed it, feeling that the meat was very tender and fragrant, Liang Ke asked unexpectedly.

"It's a venison, and I don't know what it's called." Wu Hao shook his head and said.

When Wu Hao spoke, he also picked up a piece of barbecue and ate it with relish.

The four little guys were also greedy for a long time, and when they saw that Wu Hao had eaten them, Liang Ke took each of them a piece of barbecue, and the four little guys devoured it.

They gathered around the bonfire, eating barbecue and chatting, and Liang Ke also took out two cans of beer and one can for each of Wu Hao.

After eating and drinking, Liang Ke and Wu Hao walked around the village, Wu Hao introduced some primitive aborigines' living habits to Liang Ke, and then Liang Ke knew that these primitive natives were called Corey people.

This is a literal translation of Wu Hao based on the original indigenous language, and they can also be called the Kori tribe.

By this time, they had let go of their worries about each other and had developed a glimmer of trust.

At midnight, the Corey convoy returned with a second shipment.

Most of the supplies were medicines, as well as some food and logging tools.

After cleaning up this batch of supplies, Liang Ke took the four little ones to sleep in Wu Hao's shack, and he went to rest in other shacks.

When Liang Ke woke up in the morning, a group of primitive natives had already set out, and before noon, they returned with the last supplies.

"Wu Hao, these 100 boxes are all the materials I brought, including 30 boxes of clothes, a total of 1,000 pieces, 10 boxes of medicines, enough for you to use for a few years, 30 boxes of logging tools, 20 boxes of food, and 10 other daily necessities, including towels, toothbrushes, toothpaste, shampoo, etc., you count them and see if there is anything missing." Liang Ke said.

Wu Hao carefully clicked it, and the number was about the same as what Liang Ke said.

He then divided most of his clothes and food, and put the rest in a special shack.

After the supplies were delivered and they could get down to business, Liang Ke and Wu Hao took hundreds of Corey people to walk towards the small-leaved red sandalwood forest.

After coming here, Wu Hao asked, "Liang Ke, which tree shall we cut down first?" ”

"That's it." Liang Ke walked around the small-leaved rosewood forest and found the tallest small-leaved rosewood tree nearby, and he patted the trunk of this small-leaved rosewood tree and said to Wu Hao.

"Okay, let's get started." Wu Hao shouted, and two Corey people walked over, holding the wooden saws brought by Liang Ke in their hands.

Wu Hao began to teach them how to use a wooden saw, and after learning for a while, they took the wooden saw and began to cut wood.

The two Corey people pulled the wooden saw one after the other, and under Wu Hao's guidance, it took them a few minutes to finally put down the small-leaved red sandalwood.

"This is the small-leaved red sandalwood, with the bark on the outside, a white skin on the inside, and the red part in the middle is the heartwood." Wu Hao and Liang Ke walked to the stump of the small-leaved red sandalwood, and Wu Hao introduced Liang Ke.

"It's peculiar indeed." Liang Ke took a closer look and felt that this small leaf of red sandalwood was like a sandwich biscuit, with a red heart sandwiched between the thick white skin.

"This layer of white bark is an important criterion for judging whether the old material or the new material is used, and there is no white bark in the fast-growing forest for twenty or thirty years, and the heartwood is directly inside the bark." Wu Hao said.

"I see." Liang Ke nodded.

"The density of the white skin is very small, there is no value, usually after the white skin is removed, the heartwood inside can be carved into various things, such as furniture, Buddhist beads, etc., but now the old materials are scarce, many people like to keep the white skin, and the carved things have a unique taste." Wu Hao said.

After listening to Wu Hao's words, Liang Ke felt that he had grown a lot of knowledge, and it turned out that there was so much knowledge in a small leaf red sandalwood.