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Murong Chuchu said on the side: "No need Uncle Luan, they can't understand us at all, let alone write words for them to recognize, they must not understand, you just say how to do it, everyone just start to do it." ”

"Oh, that's the case, then I don't have to write any prescriptions, Ping'er, you just start a fire, fry a three-seven to save his life and drink with him, and then straighten his bones and perform needles to save his life."

"Yes!" Luan Ping responded on the side, busily rummaging through the sundries. It's just that at this time, I can't help but feel a little sour in my heart, when I was in Qindao, it was my mother who came to do it, except for the needle. Now.......

It's just that Luan Ping was afraid of provoking his father's sadness, so although his eyes were red and sad, he didn't dare to reveal it. Take advantage of the rummaging debris and quietly spill tears aside.

At this time, Luan Yizhi calmed down and looked at these black people, although they were of a different race, they only knew that they were naked, and they did not know any shame.

Although it is not in line with the Chinese law, I also know the truth of following the countryside in my heart. And his heart also moved a heart to educate the world, and Master Confucius's sentence "There is no class" probably summed up his mood at this time.

Looking at these black people again, although they are all unclothed, and they are painted with some white or dark red patterns, especially those two white eye circles, which makes it a little funny. It's just that what is revealed in those black eyes is a kind and gentle expression, and my heart is relieved.

After saving people, I thought a lot about my future life, and I seemed to have many ideas, but I didn't have the slightest landing, and then I looked at the sun that rose to noon after being busy for half a day, and I couldn't help but panic about my place to stay tonight. I couldn't help but look at Murong Chuchu.

When Murong Chuchu began to treat the black man's injuries in Luan Yizhi, he began to "talk" with these natives with gestures. I guess you can imagine what kind of difficult thing it would be like to have such an exchange.

Although they exchanged for a long time, no one understood what she meant, and Murong Chuchuke was a little discouraged.

She was a little thirsty at this time, but after a busy morning, the water coffin did not bother to refill the sea water, and fresh water was obviously a rather lacking thing for the time being.

Picked up a bamboo tube casually and searched for it among the miscellaneous items, and when disappointed, Murong Chu suddenly thought of the group of black people. Since they live here, of course they should know where the water source is.

Murong Chuchu took the bamboo tube, came to the group of black people and made a gesture of drinking water: "Water! …… Do you understand? …… It's ......"

At this moment, one of the negroes seemed to have thought of something, and turned back to another and commanded, and immediately one of them ran to an unknown place in the woods.

Murong Chuchu didn't know if they understood, so he shook his head helplessly, and then saw the leftover dry food on the side, and took out a piece of cake casually.

"Eat!" As he spoke, he broke off a small piece and threw it in his mouth, chewing it.

Divide the rest into small pieces and hand them to the blacks. The black people followed Murong Chuchu's appearance and said a strange "Eat!" He threw the cake into his mouth and chewed it.

Murong Chuchu found a satisfied look on their faces, and was secretly happy in her heart, it seemed that she had found a way to communicate with these black people.

Soon the men who had just run away arrived with more blacks, carrying in their hands a rather large oval wooden container filled with water.

"Kura-dish," the blacks said to Murong Chuchu.

As time goes by, more and more words can be communicated. Moreover, it turns out that these black people are also very simple and interesting people.

When the next night came, there was already black meat for them, as well as some freshly killed hedgehogs or duck beasts, snakes, giant frogs, and other fruits, tubers, nuts, and even insects, snails, geckos, and the like.

Although those insects, snails and the like made Murong Chuchu a little embarrassed. But it cannot be denied that a nut called McDami by these blacks is very tasty. Of course, this nut is now often added to chocolate to enhance the flavor.

As for the large pieces of meat, they were cut into small pieces by Huang Bo with a knife, put them in an iron pot, and stewed a pot of broth.

When the broth was given to the blacks, they expressed a sense of surprise, and some even turned their heads on the beach or sang around the fire. And they use a long, woodwind-shaped instrument, the didgeridoo, which plays low, melancholic or cheerful tunes.

Murong Chuchu looked at the way they danced around the fire, and felt a kind of warm scene like home that she hadn't seen for a long time, at least she didn't have to be afraid of the wind and waves that didn't stop at any time.

At this time, a black shadow touched it lightly, and Murong Chuchu turned his head to look at it under the alert. But it was the little ghost who was looking at the injured black man crying just now, and he was lightly going to get the "flying device" that Murong Chuchu got yesterday.

"Ha, I know, it was you little guy last night!" As he spoke, he jumped over and grabbed the flying machine in his hand, deliberately teasing the little guy.

"This," Murong Chuchu pointed to the "flying machine", and then to himself, "Mine!" ”

How could I have thought that this little guy actually learned from Murong Chuchu's appearance, pointed to the "flying device" and then pointed at himself and said strangely: "Mine! ”

Murong Chuchu looked at the bright eyes of the black boy, staring at the reluctant appearance of the "returner", and felt a burst of amusement in his heart, so he stopped teasing him and handed the "returner" to his hand.

"Here you go!"

Then he picked up the knife placed beside him and said, "This, mine!" ”

The black man looked at the look of being satisfied when he took his "flying device" in his hand. Look at the sword in Murong Chuchu's hand again, with a curious look.

Immediately, there was a yearning look in his eyes, and after a little hesitation, he handed his beloved "flying device" to Murong Chuchu, and actually spoke a series of Chinese, which could not help but make people feel his cleverness.

"Here you go!"

Then he grabbed the Japanese knife as a smooth scabbard and was reluctant to let go, with a stubborn face, and said in his mouth: "This, mine!" ”

Murong Chuchu suddenly regretted that he had shown him the sword, and he was really afraid that he would accidentally take it and hurt himself. She pointed to the black boy.

"You, Child"

Then point to yourself.

"I, my lord"