Hai Ruyu patted her shoulder and said, "As far as you think a lot, even if your blood drops into it, it is golden color, you kill the lion with your bare hands and show me?" There are also Qingcang's eyes that can see things at night (Hai Ruyu knows that Li Qingcang has night eyes in the matter of the Blackwater Tomb), and the team he is in happens to be called "Iron Blood", how do you explain this? ”

When Meng Xiaolian heard this, her mouth flattened, and she said dejectedly: "This is also true, it doesn't make sense." Hey! I said Ruyu, do you think I wasn't stupid by the lion just now, and you want me to kill the lion! After that, Ben girl never looked at lions again, and she didn't look at the zoo. ”

When Li and Hai heard it, they didn't feel it. I feel that this girl is really innocent, and she really likes it.

At this time, Chief Hassan came over and invited the divine envoy to visit his tribe, and Li Qingcang happily obeyed, and led a large group of people in the house out of the house and began to visit the Wata tribe.

The center of the tribe is a very flat square, and on the north side of the square there is a rectangular wooden stand covered with thatch. At this moment, a large group of tribal residents are setting up seats and stoves in the square, and they are busy in full swing.

Seeing Li Qingcang come out, they stopped what they were doing and bowed to Li Qingcang. Looking at the joy in their eyes, it is indeed a respect from the heart.

Chief Hassan waved away the inhabitants who wanted to gather together to ask for the blessing of the gods, and continued to show the people around the tribe.

The Wata tribe covers a large area, and the open space in the valley is the territory of the tribe. To the south of the tribe there are also enclosures of cattle enclosed with wooden pens and sisal, as well as various wattle bars, in which some domestic animals such as goats, beef cattle, chickens and poultry are kept. Crops are also planted in the open space behind the barn, mostly corn, sweet potatoes, potatoes and other drought-resistant grains, and some male natives patrol the fields with spears.

It seems that the Wata tribe does not rely exclusively on hunting to survive, but actually breeds and cultivates. It's just that these fields are not carefully cultivated, and the soil in which the crops grow is many fist-sized mounds, and they grow of different heights. These Africans are not very good at tending to their crops.

To the west of the village is a not-so-dense wood, with a gentle river flowing quietly in a low-lying part of the forest.

Li Qingcang didn't react when he saw Xiaohe, but the women such as Bian Hai Ruyu, Meng Xiaolian and others let out cries of surprise!

Hai Ruyu tugged at the corner of Li Qingcang's clothes and said, "Qingcang, ask the chief if we can go over there to take a bath, I haven't taken a bath in a week!" ”

Xiao Yu'er spoke, and Li Qingcang naturally had everything to do, and hurriedly told Chief Hassan what everyone wanted to take a bath.

Chief Hassan immediately agreed, pointing and shouting in the village. More than a dozen shirtless male natives with spears rushed to the river, holding their spears and slapping them on the river for a while, and after a while, they put away their spears and withdrew.

Everyone was puzzled by the actions of the natives, and Li Qingcang couldn't help asking, "What are those people doing slapping the river?" ”

Chief Hassan replied, "Lord Divine Messenger, this is for the safety of you, the guests, and slapping the water is to drive away the crocodiles in the water." ”

Meng Xiaolian said with a bitter face: "My mother! To take a bath here, you have to ask Mr. Crocodile to move the territory first, obediently! This is taking a bath in Longtan, I don't dare to wash it! Having said that, when I looked down at the thick dirt on my body, there was a rancid smell in my nose that I couldn't bear, but I sighed again!

Li Qingcang was surprised to see this scene, and asked Chief Hassan, "You usually bathe in this river?" How dangerous is that? ”

Chief Hassan replied calmly: "Yes, we usually bathe like this, and if we make a noise, the crocodile will not dare to stay here, there will be no danger." "It looks like it's right.

Hai Ruyu sighed and said, "This is really the harmony between man and nature!" I don't dare to go there to take a shower anymore, what should I do? Qingcang. ”

Li Qingcang touched his nose and couldn't think of any other ideas, so he had to say: "It's too dangerous by the river, don't go, bring some water to the woods to wash." ”

Hai Ruyu turned from worry to joy. said: "That's all, but don't go far, just protect us outside the forest!" I'm still a little scared! ”

Li Qingcang naturally agreed, so he relayed the meaning of these women to Chief Hassan. Chief Hazah gave another order, and a dozen or so topless indigenous women dangled two breasts in the form of cloth bags. The house, or the clay pot on the head, or the wooden bucket in the hand, poured to the river to fetch water for these distinguished guests.

The barrel in their hands was also dumbfounded, but it was really a genuine "barrel", it was completely dug out of a log, the water could not hold much, and the bucket was terrifyingly heavy.

Watching these indigenous women carry water into the forest, the women in the team let out a burst of cheers, took out a change of clothes and toiletries from their bags, and rushed into the forest.

Li Qingcang and the others also held their guns with their backs to the woods, guarding outside the forest to prevent any accidents. When this group of women chattered and screamed in the forest, they washed the sweat and smell of their bodies for many days, and they were refreshed one by one, and walked out of the forest like hibiscus out of water.

Li Qingcang and his group of men came to the river to take a bath, and the men were naturally much bolder, plus Li Qingcang, a master of slaughtering lions with his bare hands, took off their shorts one by one, and went down to the shallow water by the river to start bathing.

The cool river water poured on my body, and the tiredness and sleepiness that I had not slept for days were also relieved. By the time they finished washing and went ashore, everyone's mental state was much better, and they no longer had the unkempt hair and sluggish appearance they had at the beginning.

By the time I finished taking a shower, the sun had set in the west. When they came to the outside of the forest, Elder Akuri, who had grown up on his hands and feet, greeted him, but he did not see the figure of Chief Hassan.

Arcuri came to Li Qingcang, bowed respectfully and said a lot of local language. The Ruba employee on the side translated, "Elder Akuri said that Chief Hassan has set up a celebration in the square, and now I invite you to come and participate. ”

So they followed Elder Akuri to the square in the center of the tribe, and there were already a dozen bonfires burning on the side of the square near the stands, on which were set up an iron pot, in which pieces of meat were boiling, and on the largest fire in the middle was the most huge, half a man tall, and in it was boiled a huge beast's head, which had been stripped of its fur, but at a glance it was the lion's head.

Rough wooden tables and straw mats have been set up on the wooden platform of the square, and some tables and wooden piers have been placed near the stands.

In other places, there are some thick tree trunks on the field that serve as tables, and some straw mats behind them. Most of the men of the tribe wore a crown made of feathers, and their faces were painted with red and white patterns.

They are happily gathered in a corner of the square and laughing loudly. The women, on the other hand, were busy moving in and out of the square and the stands like ants with all kinds of food and objects in their hands.

Seeing Li Qingcang and his group enter the venue, these natives suddenly let out a burst of "oh oh...... Roar! The voices were all excited, and their faces were full of excitement.

Chief Hassan and Wizard Tuliman came over with a smile and a groan, and asked the Divine Envoy to sit with them.

Li Qingcang took Hai Ruyu's little hand and walked to the wooden stand with Meng Xiaolian, Mr. Hu, Storm, Mole and others. Li Qingcang sat in the center under the guidance of Chief Hassan, and Hai Ruyu and the others sat down on his right. Chief Hassan, Wizard Tuliman, and several elders also sat down on Li Qingcang's left hand.

The size of the stands is small, and other guests sit down on makeshift tree stumps around the stands under the guidance of a few Ruba employees.

Wait until Li Qingcang and the others are all seated. Chief Hassan stood up, standing in the stands with an impassioned expression, and gave a loud speech to the residents of the square. Then the Wizard Tuliman stood up again and spoke in a solemn and loud voice, and the tribesmen below suddenly let out a "roar...... Whoops", beating their chests and feet, they were ecstatic.

Immediately after that, Wizard Tuliman picked up a small bowl of red liquid in his hand, and his body began to swing nervously again, dancing with his hands and feet.

The strange thing is that although his body swings quite widely, the small bowl in his hand is upside down and steady, and the liquid in the bowl ripples in the bowl with his movements, but it has not been scattered in the slightest.

The aborigines on the field were clapping their hands and beating on the side in conjunction with Tuliman's dance.

When Wizard Tuliman stopped his body, the beat on the square also stopped abruptly, and then Wizard Tuliman came to Li Qingcang, dipped his finger in a small bowl with some red liquid, and wiped it on Li Qingcang's forehead...... Hah" yelled.

Then the tribal warriors, covered in pattern, poured into the field with spears in their hands. A few natives who had been waiting in a corner of the square for a long time picked up the huge horns in their hands and began to stare and blow with their cheeks.

As a low "woo-woo-......" horn sounded, several other natives began to beat the small drums covered in animal skins in their hands.

Then the tribal warriors in the field danced the spears in their hands, and began to dance with their waists and hips raised, their dancing postures were not artistic and beautiful, but they were rough and heroic, strong and powerful.

From time to time, they vigorously shook their feet, and occasionally roared in unison, accompanied by desolate trumpets and fierce drumbeats. Dozens of tribal warriors jumped out of a majestic, iron horse jingo.

Hai Ruyu saw the novelty on the side, and whispered to Li Qingcang: "This is the 'war dance' in the primitive tribes of Africa!" This is also considered an intangible cultural heritage, and it is not visible to ordinary people. As he spoke, he took off the camera around his neck and began to take pictures of the singing and dancing tribal warriors.