After a hurried night, the people on board began to get up before dawn to prepare.

Today is the most critical day. According to Pan Mingzhong's speculation, it is very likely that the local people in the vicinity will come to contact the crossing people today, or tomorrow at the latest.

As for whether it was a pig abrupt contact or a tentative contact, no one could guess this. The people on the Yuandou can only respond to all changes now, and hurry up to repair a wall and come out.

The wooden walls were built at a very slow pace. Even if it is a small fort, three or four hundred square meters of internal area is still needed, so most of today's man-hours are spent repairing walls: leveling the land, digging trenches, smashing logs......

These working wires can't help, because the Yuandou can't bring so many construction machinery, except for sharpening the wood, the rest can only be completed by manpower little by little.

So the whole morning was spent in rammed wood. These logs, which are sharpened at one end and only 1.8 meters high, are untreated, and when they are bundled into a wall, the walls will be deformed over time due to the evaporation of water in the wood.

But none of these issues are a problem at the moment. The top priority of the exploration team is to gain a foothold in this place, the so-called golden three... One day. As for the future, as long as it can stand its ground, then the fort will naturally be expanded one after another, and the inner wall will soon be demolished and burned.

......

After a busy morning, Pan Mingzhong saw that the wall was only half completed, so he knew that there was no drama today, and he had to go back to the boat to sleep at night. Fortunately, up to now, the sentries have not found that there are natives in the shooting area, which makes Pan Mingzhong's hanging heart relax a little: "Maybe the natives rarely come to this area?" ”

With mixed feelings, Pan Mingzhong ordered the work to be called to work and dinner. After hearing the order, everyone immediately threw down their tools, gathered around the two large iron pots, and began to wait for the meal.

The next moment, Cao Cao came.

Pan Mingzhong, who had just sat on the ground, heard a loud shout from the sentry: "There is a situation in the south!" After that, he got up from the ground and looked south with the AK in his hand.

To the south is the direction of the embankment.

At this moment, Pan Mingzhong's eyes were met by two figures standing by the river embankment about 200 meters away. When he picked up the binoculars and took a closer look, he realized that they were a man and a woman. These two figures are tall and short, naked, the woman is still a child, seven, eight or nine years old, and the man is older, there should be a twelve, thirteen or fourteen years old - this is Pan Mingzhong's guess, the age of the primitive aborigines is completely different from that of later generations.

"Lao Ning, get on the machine gun nest!" The first time Pan Mingzhong saw the figures of the two children, he began to sweat profusely and picked up the walkie-talkie and gave an order: The younger one is coming, will the old one be far away?

"It's in place, OVER!" The walkie-talkie soon came to Ning Wei's answer.

"Everyone on alert, Thunder Sword, Thunder Sword hurry up and observe!"

"I'm watching!" The location is not far away, Lei Jian, who is holding a large infrared observer, aiming at the surrounding dense forest and searching carefully.

There is a reason why Pan Mingzhong is so nervous, and now is the time when the camp defense is at its weakest.

The Yuandou was located on the water below the river bank, so Ning Wei in the machine gun nest had a poor view - he couldn't see movement above the river bank. Unless the enemy rushes down the river bank from the riverbank, the heavy machine gun in his hand can be effective.

And Pan Mingzhong's position at this time was very awkward: the camp with their backs to the river bank was now like a gossip array, with a few sections of wooden stake walls leaking everywhere, and they could not protect themselves at all. Moreover, there are no heavy weapons on the shore, only a few AKs and a few two-eight types, and if a large number of wild people suddenly rush out, things will be in trouble.

As it turned out, someone was overthinking.

When Lei Jian swept the woods in detail with his instrument, he clearly told Pan Mingzhong: There were no large number of enemies, only the two native children who came out of nowhere nearby.

"Huh......" Pan Mingzhong first let out a breath of air, and then ordered to strengthen vigilance, and the rest of the people continued to eat.

...... After giving a series of orders, he first took a few strokes from his canvas hiking bag and walked along the embankment to the two children. When the two sides were almost 30 meters apart, Pan Mingzhong stopped...... Because the boy had already grabbed the girl's hand at this time, and looked like he was ready to flash.

So Pan Mingzhong threw the sugar cube in his hand.

The sugar cubes were purchased from the city of Fuzhou, and osmanthus candy and sesame candy were available. Pan Mingzhong first showed the sugar cube wrapped in red paper in his hand at the two children, and then with a wave of his hand, the candy cube flew over.

Seeing a piece of red fall not far ahead, the dark-skinned, skinny boy hesitated, then jerked forward and grabbed the piece of candy from the grass.

The next moment, Pan Mingzhong raised the sugar cube in his hand, then peeled off the red paper and demonstrated to the two children how to eat candy.

The boy quickly stuffed the candy into his mouth.

After chewing a few sugar cubes, the boy smiled. Then he pulled the candy out of his mouth and stuffed it into the mouth of the little girl who looked up at him.

......

Children are easy to deceive after all.

When there was only the last piece of candy left in Pan Mingzhong's hand, the two children had already been led to him like puppies.

The next moment, Pan Mingzhong smiled and stretched out his hand, and after the boy hesitated, he also slowly stretched out his hand and took the piece of candy from Pan Mingzhong's palm.

After winning the trust of the children, the uncle can take them to see the goldfish... No, it's the iron pot. The two friends were then led to the camp, where they sat on a piece of wood next to the iron pot, and began to babble with the smiling uncle.

Although the uncle didn't understand what the two children were talking about, he did at least figure out one thing: the children's names.

These two are obviously a combination of brother and sister, the elder brother is called Tagan and the younger sister is called Tanan.

Brother and sister Tagan and Tanan soon tasted their first bowl of venison soup soaked in rice. Primitive people did not have iron pots, so they always skewered their prey and roasted it, wrapped the grain in plant leaves, or packed it in bamboo tubes and stewed it.

The Qiao siblings were treated preferentially in the camp today. Not only did they eat boiled meat, but each of them got a windbreaker...... In fact, it was the indigo coat worn by ordinary workers, and when it was put on these two people, it became a windbreaker, at least it was covered above the knees.

After that, when Pan Mingzhong sent the two away, he also hung a cloth bag on Tagan's body: inside was a small bag of salt, a glass ball, a small porcelain bowl, and a piece of sugar.

What followed was a nervous wait.

It has been determined that there are local villages around, and now they are just waiting for them to come to the door. What is different from before is that the traverser side who has released goodwill has a little bottom in his heart, and is no longer in fear all the time.

......

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, amid the warning of the sentinels, a large number of natives finally appeared.

There were about 200 in number, and the indigenous warriors, armed with pike darts, slowly walked out of the woods. These people are no different from their relatives in Taipei, Tainan, the same naked, the same with various trinkets hanging around their necks, some of them wearing corks on their ears and lips, and the style is really primitive.

And Comrade Pan Mingzhong, who saw this scene, couldn't help but be overjoyed: the natives did not have a pig protrusion, and he had already seen the Tagan brothers and sisters walking in the front row.

"Very well, it looks like I'm not here to fight." Pan Mingzhong smiled and said to the thunder sword next to him. Then he shouted to the team members who were already waiting behind him: "Everyone, pay attention, don't shoot without my orders!" ”

...... When the Tuda army finally stopped when it was only 50 meters away from the camp, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The next moment, the old way of contact was staged again: three people who looked like leaders walked out and met Pan Mingzhong in the middle of the field.

What was supposed to be a very historical, solemn contact, in fact the whole process was lackluster – because there was no translation.

The natives here belong to the ravine population and are pure shengfan. Their language is not the Austronesian language family on the side of the Dayuan, and it is also obviously different from that of their relatives in Taipei, so the Xingang Society translator brought by Yuan Dou this time can only understand less than 10% of the local words.

What if there is no translation? Talk only in the most primitive way.

The leader of the natives was a man with loose skin, a wrinkled face, and an old man who did not speak like a man. When he came over, he danced with his hands and feet, and at the same time the old man burst out of his mouth an aria-like ballad.

After the awkward dance, the old man seemed very happy when he saw Pan Mingzhong learning his last move and posing as a spreader.

Then the old man took out the cloth bag that Pan Mingzhong had given to the little boy, and then took out the small bag of salt and said something, and a sturdy warrior behind him threw a small black bear skin at Pan Mingzhong's feet.

...... Everyone understood this action, so soon everyone started bartering under the auspices of an interpreter who learned the local language on the spot.

The natives here don't have much to trade. They don't have sulfur, and they don't have a lot of furs: the big ones will consciously dry and store all the furs for trading, while the raw ones here obviously don't have this concept.

But it doesn't matter. In Pan Mingzhong's view, as long as these natives are willing to trade, then everything is easy to say.

By evening, the outsiders had exchanged salt, cloth, glass beads, and porcelain bowls for all the goods of the natives: furs, dried meat, and millet.

After seeing some of the native warriors carrying salt and cloth on their backs, Pan Mingzhong knew that the other party's vigilance had dropped a lot, so he next came up with the ultimate trick that had been tried and tested many times to pass the multiverse: invite guests to dinner.

Few natives are calm in the face of a large iron pot, especially when they eat a stew with enough spices.

When the old leader had finished drinking the sticky broth in a porcelain bowl, the main event finally came: the next moment the two sides began to discuss one thing with gestures, the iron pot for the land.

It's like the red hair trading glass balls for Manhattan.