On the afternoon journey, Old Lyme noticeably quickened his pace.

Pei Pei led the horse and silently followed behind old Lem, and did not complain about being tired along the way. Along the way, in order to avoid alarming the beasts, she even exuded an affinity from time to time. Therefore, it was smooth sailing along the way, and even old Leme shouted that his luck this time was quite good.

During the nearly four-hour hike, Old Lem did not forget to mention the dangers that Pei Pei should be aware of in the jungle. Especially when approaching the scope of the Indian hunting area, Lao Lime also specially explained a lot of Indian traditional customs and customs to Peipei, so as to avoid inadvertently violating the taboo of the Indians because of cultural differences after taking Peipei into the other party's territory.

"We're going to be in the traditional hunting range of the brown bear tribe soon." The road ahead gradually widened, and old Lem turned back to Pei Pei and explained.

Through the introduction of Guò Lao Lime on the way, Pei Pei learned that the name of the Indian tribe that came to Damu Town last year to set up a stall was called the Brown Bear Tribe, which belonged to one of the ethnic groups of the Indian plateau tribe. In the branching structure of the entire plateau ethnic group, it belongs to the sub-branch tribes.

The Plateau Indians are one of the larger Indian tribes in North America. They have lived for generations in the plateau between the Rocky Mountains in the eastern part of North America and the Cascade Mountains in the west.

The Brown Bear Tribe, one of the sub-ethnic groups, had to migrate to its current place of residence after the land where they had lived for generations was divided into the Yellowstone Nature Reserve by the U.S. government.

The brown bear tribe is an offshoot of the Highland Indians, who have followed the ancient tradition of twice-a-year seasonal migrations of their ancestors for generations. Every winter, the brown bear tribe spends the winter in permanent villages along the waterways. In the summer, the entire tribe migrates to the hunting grounds and camps in the highlands of the mountains. Engage in traditional seasonal fishing and hunting.

Old Lyme told Sù Pei Pei that because it was already early May, the brown bear tribe at this time should have migrated to the hunting camp. So. If you want to visit the brown bear tribe, you can only do it like today. Walk through this primeval jungle to their hunting camp.

In the sound of old Lem's shouting, the two of them walked for about half an hour.

This distance was obviously much easier than before, but Pei Pei found that compared to before, Old Lyme had slowed down his speed.

"Pell, look over there." Old Lem suddenly stopped and pointed to a certain piece of ground in front of him. He beckoned to Peipei.

Pei Pei took two steps forward and looked in the direction that old Lem was pointing.

"Do you see anything?" Old Lem turned his head sideways and asked Pei Pei.

Pei Pei knew that old Lem would never be untargeted. Therefore, she carefully distinguished the difference between the ground that Old Lyme was referring to and the surrounding environment. Soon, she found out that she was tired.

"Well, it's not late autumn, and it stands to reason that there shouldn't be so many fallen leaves on the ground, and even if there are fallen leaves, they should be withered yellow leaves, not the kind of green branches that look like they are newly grown. So, I think there should be a man-made trap there, right? Pei Pei replied.

Old Lem nodded in satisfaction. "That's right! This is supposed to be a trap dug by the hunters of the brown bear tribe. Some traps will also have upside-down stakes, and if you accidentally fall into them, the injury and bleeding will be light. Yan zhòng point words. It's also life-threatening! ”

Because he had already entered the hunting area of the brown bear tribe, Old Lyme was more cautious in the process of entering the other party's hunting area. It's not that he's afraid of running into the other party's hunters, he also wishes he could meet the hunters sent by the other tribe earlier.

Without the other hunter to lead the way, Old Lem was very worried that his group would accidentally step on the wrong or empty step, and thus fall into the trap set by the other party. Therefore, he will remind Pei Pei from time to time to pay attention to all kinds of traps on the ground.

Old Lyme sternly admonished Pei Pei Pei, traps like this. There should be more on the way. The closer you get to the camp of the Indian tribe, the more diverse the traps will become! What a lasso. Row knives, dig holes, etc. It's not just about setting traps to capture prey, it's more about guarding against night attacks by prey!

After listening to this, Pei Pei smacked her tongue, and while humbly listening to this experience, she quietly expanded the scope of her divine sense, she didn't want to experience the trap effect of the Indians on the spot. Whether it is hanging in the air or falling into a hole, it is not a good memory for her, who loves beauty and beauty.

However, she also wanted to satisfy her curiosity and see if any prey had fallen into this trap.

"Uncle Lem, can I go and have a look?" She looked at old Lem.

"Yes! But be careful! Old Lem replied with a smile.

"Got it!" Pei Pei nodded, ripped a twig from the bushes, and cautiously walked towards the trap that Old Lyme had found.

Walking to the perimeter of the trap, she stopped.

Just looking at it with the naked eye, except for the fact that the fallen leaves are a little thicker on the ground, there is no trap here at all.

Pei Pei carefully flicked the layer of fallen leaves with the branch in her hand, and after the fallen leaves were removed, a deep and faint black hole was revealed.

"There's no prey in there! Alright, Pell, put the fallen leaves back and cover them. Old Lem had somehow walked up to Pei Pei's side, and he whispered to Pei Pei.

Pei Pei was just curious, and after confirming that there was nothing in the trap, she shrugged her shoulders and pushed the fallen leaves back to cover them, and the trap was back to normal.

Then she threw the branch she had picked up and asked old Lem, "Uncle Lime, which direction shall we go next?" ”

Old Lem raised his hand and looked at his watch, it was past five o'clock, he led the horse to a large tree on the side of the trap and sat down, and then beckoned to Peipei, "Pell, come over here and tie both horses to it." ”

Pei Pei walked over suspiciously, "Why don't you leave?" Are we going to rest here for a while and then go again? ”

Old Lem replied with a smile: "There will be more and more traps like this ahead. If there is no familiar person to lead the way, if we just rely on the naked eye and experience to distinguish one by one, it will strictly drag down our travel speed. So. I'm going to call out the people who set these traps and let those who are familiar with them show us the way. ”

Pei Pei was a little thoughtful. But before she could continue to ask, Old Lem had already taken a whistle out of his pocket and blew it in three long and two short.

Pei Pei immediately realized, she smiled and asked Old Lem: "Is this a code?" You're telling your Indian friends who set the trap to come over, aren't you? ”

Old Lem did not immediately answer Pei Pei's inquiry, but blew the whistle five or six times.

The whistle is crisp and melodious, forming a continuous echo in the depths of the jungle.

Old Lem rubbed the whistle on his trouser leg with his saliva, and then lazily replied to Pei Pei, "I learned this from the chief of the brown bear tribe, and this whistle is a communication signal between the hunting members of their tribe. Look. It won't be long before someone arrives to pick us up. ”

As soon as Old Lem's words fell, the same three long and two short whistles were heard in the distance.

Don't guess, this must be the response of the Indians.

Old Lem immediately shoved the whistle back into his mouth again, this time with two short whistles in a hurry.

After repeating the two short whistles four or five times in a row, Old Lyme handed the whistle to Pei Pei: "Listen! Now it's up to you to blow it. Blow every minute or two to show the way to the people who come to pick us up. ”

Pei Pei took the whistle in disgust.

But old Lem took out a cigarette box from his treasure bag, took out his pipe from his pocket, and lazily put it in his mouth.

Watching old Lem light his pipe without doing anything, and smoke with a lazy look. Pei Pei pinched the whistle in her hand and reluctantly untied the kettle from the saddle.

After unscrewing the lid of the pot, she took a sip of water. Then. She rinsed the whistle with water.

After that, she followed the example of old Lyme, and sat cross-legged on the ground, and two short whistles came from her mouth.

Two short hurried whistles echoed melodiously through the jungle, accompanied by the song of unknown birds, and Pei Pei and Old Lyme waited with their backs against the tree.

The wait seemed long, but in fact it was only a quarter of an hour, and the Indians had already found old Lem and Pei Pei under the big tree.

Coincidentally, this Indian Pei Pei who came to answer also knew him. It was the last time Thanksgiving. The big Indian who helped Pei Pei carry the bag, the fierce bull.

The moment he saw the figure of the fierce bull appear, Old Lem immediately got up.

He shook the ash of his cigarette. After stuffing the pipe into his pocket, he opened his arms and headed towards the fierce bull—

"My dear Indian friends. I've brought my friends to see you! Old Lem gave the bull an American hug.

The warrior bull hugged the old Leme warmly: "My dearest white friend, the bull and everyone in the tribe miss you very much!" ”

At the end of the warm hug between the two, Old Lyme was about to introduce Pei Pei, but the fierce bull was already smiling and walking towards Pei Pei, "I remember you!" Beautiful and rich girl! How did you come here with old Lem? ”

The fierce bull was full of smiles at this time, and when he walked towards Pei Pei, he opened his arms widely, and looked as if he wanted to give Pei Pei a warm hug.

Pei Pei doesn't want to hug such a bear man! But the words of dodging are too obvious, and it may give the other party the illusion that she dislikes the other party. Fortunately, she remembered the Indian etiquette that she had imitated, so she immediately repeated the learned etiquette to the fierce bull.

Sure enough, as soon as she made this move, Xiong Hanzi immediately restrained his momentum and followed with a welcome etiquette.

"You're welcome, beautiful girl!" The fierce bull said enthusiastically.

"Hello! Mr. Warrior! I forgot to introduce myself last time, but I'm Pell, and this time I asked Uncle Lem to bring me to visit your tribe! Pei Pei replied with a smile.

"We Indians are the most hospitable people! If you need any help, please feel free to ask. The bull smiled and touched the back of his head.

Old Lem walked between the two, patted the bull's arm, and interjected, "Okay, okay, let's put the polite words aside." It's not early, and it will be dark in a little while. Fierce Bull, take us back to your tribal camp first, if you have anything to say, you can speak slowly on the way back. ”

"Okay, I'll take you back to the tribal camp first!"

With that, the bull stepped forward to help Pei Pei untie the reins of the two horses.

Then he took one of the horses, and explained to old Lem and Peipei with a smile as he led the way: "The camp is about an hour away from here, and there are many traps along the way, so be careful to follow me!" (To be continued)

ps: I checked the information of the Indian reservation for nearly an hour, and now the dinner is cold, and I haven't had time to eat it.

Because the map is based in the Rocky Mountains region of Montana, it is found that the only Indians living there are highland Indians.

There is little information on the Plateau Indians, but the next chapter will inevitably deal with the traditions and customs of the Indians. Therefore, Ah Meow decided to make a big spoon of stew in a pot, kneaded all the Indian traditions and customs he found, and wrote down which ones were useful.

After Meow uploads this chapter, it's time to reheat the hot food. Will book friends think Meow is pitiful? It's been a few times, and it's all the food that is cold, and Meow has just finished writing a chapter. So, book friends who sympathize with me, please give some tips and recommendations after reading it!