Everyone prepared a jungle special combat suit, checked the equipment, and set off from the merchant dock. After crossing the Taijiang River, go east along the Xingang Creek on the opposite bank, and after walking for a while, you will come to the planned kiln area.

A small fence with a side length of less than 20 meters was temporarily erected here, and only a few people would come during the day to do some preliminary work. However, the "Native Mission" who is here today knows that if the problem can be improved soon, then this place will soon be occupied by large forces, and the industrialization process of the plane will begin here.

After arriving at Muwei, the team stopped to drink saliva and rest. At this time, Professor Luo appeared, and after slapping a few times to attract everyone's attention, he opened his mouth and said, "Attention, I'll say a few words below, and then emphasize the precautions." ”

The comrades did not give much face to the professor, and there were those who drank water and chatted in a whisper.

"First: Don't act alone at any time, and let yourself be in the sight of the security guards." Professor Luo didn't care, he said of his: "The indigenous people are naturally on the weak side, have poor information skills, and poor communication with takeouts, so they occasionally have brainless outbursts under the accumulation of pressure, which can be referred to Lafayette's declaration of war." Therefore, everyone must be vigilant at all times and do not leave their guns. ”

"What if the brethren are disarmed by the countryman? Yes! Good thing we still have a gun! "There's a bastard who is demolishing the stage in a weird way in the crowd at this time.,The joke caused everyone to laugh.,Mingren staff and book translator Nishiyama Xingjian don't know why the old man is laughing.,But there's still a funny look.。

Recently, the bottom line of the crossing public has dropped significantly: the girls are still in Hangzhou, and even if they come, there is nowhere to settle. At present, everyone's housing conditions are very poor, crowded with people, and the girl can't fight in the field every day, right? So the jokes of these people are now coming as soon as they open their mouths, and they are all suffocating.

"Bastard! It's all about thinking like this sooner or later! Professor Luo was furious: "How did the Dutch soldiers get killed?" Regardless of whether the natives took the initiative to carry them across the river, or if they forcibly ordered them, in short, the gun was removed from the hand at the moment of crossing the river, and then dozens of people were killed in the river! You bastards, if you still think that Lao Tzu is a god descending from heaven, then you are already a dead person in my eyes! ”

The scene fell silent at this moment. Although there are a lot of materials from the late Ming Dynasty in most computers, those complicated historical materials, notes, diaries, letters, including the papers and posts of later researchers, not every traveler is willing to sit there and study, and interdisciplinary endorsements like Professor Luo are even rarer. So most of the people in the team really don't know that in history, the natives had a commotion operation when they marched together, and suddenly turned their faces and ambushed the Dutch soldiers.

Everyone is a little sneering. Seeing that these people more or less realized the seriousness of the problem, Professor Luo's tone also softened: "The natives are less knowledgeable, but they have a lot of brains and are very smart. People know that we will be a chicken when we leave the iron pipe in our hands, and as for revenge afterwards...... Brother comrade, can the dead be brought back to life? Don't you know how precious you are? ”

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After completely reversing the casual atmosphere of the team, Professor Luo emphasized several hygiene precautions: including drinking only the water he brought, not to mention the water glasses; If you eat, the food in the pot must be boiled in boiling water for a period of time; It's best not to shake hands, it's strictly forbidden to have a relationship with indigenous girls, no matter which party takes the initiative, the offender will be isolated and observed after going back, and he will not be allowed to see people, and life is better than death.

The last one was endorsed by Master Miaoshu himself. At present, there is a shortage of various drugs in the company, and all medical supplies and drugs need to be "imported", so Bai Shuchao is now able to save money, intimidate, and prevent first.

There are a few lower limits that have been low enough to start seriously considering the goods of local girls, and after hearing the last one, I was depressed and dispelled the little ninety-nine in my heart.

After arguing for a long time, seeing that it was already more than 10 o'clock in the morning, everyone picked up their luggage and continued to set off.

After a little further east along the stream, vegetation began to appear around the area - and the rotting effect of the traversal was over. The entire team immediately tensed, and the sharp guards in front of them even had a thermal imager ready. Fortunately, after bypassing a forest along the stream, we saw an indigenous village at least 500 meters away from the creek bank. At this time, Nishiyamagata Ken told the traverser that it was the destination of the trip, "Dazhang Village".

When there were still 100 meters away from the entrance of the village, dozens of indigenous warriors were already standing at the door. These warriors were dark-skinned, with javelins in their hands, grass skirts wrapped around their waists, and brightly colored feathers on their heads, and they looked well nourished.

Approaching, Nishiyamagata Ken stepped out of the crowd and stood in the front row of the natives, and the only village chief Gonda, who was wrapped in a homespun cloth on his body, also stepped forward at this moment, bowed to each other awkwardly, and was introduced into the village through the crowd.

The indigenous villages are rudimentary. They didn't have saws and axes, nor did they have the tools to dig and chisel, so bamboo and fine wood were the main building materials in the village.

Standing at the door of the wooden house, the indigenous woman wearing a headdress, wearing a straw skirt, and hanging breasts attracted the attention of the rough embryos. However, after the visual impact of the first time passed, these country girls with thick dark skin, short stature, and honestly hovering around 0 degrees in appearance ruthlessly shattered some people's fantasies.

The largest building in the village is the public house, which is a large shop, tall and long, usually the residence of unmarried men, and is also used for deliberations, and belongs to the multi-purpose hall. Waiting in the public hall today is the spiritual leader of the village, the shrine maiden.

For the indigenous villages, which were still in the form of primitive communes, the shrine maidens were responsible for communicating with the native idols and giving some mysterious guidance to the villagers through some primitive rituals.

It was not yet time to break the four olds, so the leading group of people through the crowd accepted the blessing ceremony of the village's shrine maiden with a smile on their faces: an old woman covered in strange trinkets and tattooed on her face.

"That's what I can't bear the most." After the ceremony, the employees spread out the goods they had brought in front of the public hall. Looking at the natives who came up, Feng Jun, who was standing on the side, talked to Cai Feiming about the witch issue.

"In order to proselytize, the Dutch once drove 250 witches to Zhuluo Mountain in one go to fend for themselves, and when they were released back ten years later, only 48 survived." Cai Feiming said while staring at the natives who were happily picking up the goods.

"That's too low, it can be hidden isolated, it can be regarded as honor." Feng Jun said.

"Well, our career, counting on these adults, that is purely a fart blowing the lamp, the key is to draw a salary from the bottom of the kettle......" Cai Feiming said, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and he saw him bend down, with a smile on his face, and slowly walked forward with a bad uncle's standard posture, not far in front of him, there was a little boy with a bare buttocks.