As the male warriors sang and danced in the square, the women of the tribe also carried baskets made of blades of grass with various kinds of food, and went to the stands and began to place them on the table.

Everyone looked at the table, and Li Qingcang also ran to a few countries, and his knowledge was quite broad, and he couldn't help but feel numb at this time.

Hai Ruyu and Meng Xiaolian frowned even more, covered their lips with their little hands, their throats and eyes were tingling, and they almost vomited. suddenly reacted that this behavior was too rude, and hurriedly put down his hand, but his face suddenly turned pale.

I saw that the first thing to be put on the table was a green leaf, on which there were a large number of white and fat insects like silkworm babies, and they were all living creatures, slowly wriggling on the leaves.

Then a clay pot was placed, and in the basin several roasted golden fat rats shrank in the basin like puppies.

Then there was a wooden basin, in which were piled up a few roasted yellow things, with a body somewhat like a mouse, but with a pair of meat wings, which looked a bit like bats.

Meng Xiaolian looked terrified, and said to Hai Ruyu with a pale face: "My mother! What is this? Can this be eaten? I want to throw up when I look at it! ”

Mr. Hu sat next to Meng Xiaolian, he had been in Nijalia for many years, so he naturally knew the eating habits of some tribes here, and heard his niece whispering. Hurriedly said in Chinese: "Don't talk nonsense, this is the treatment only for distinguished guests, that bug is a heavenly cow larvae, you look disgusting, but in the eyes of these aborigines, this is a delicacy." It's okay if you don't eat it, but don't look disgusted, the tribesmen will think you're disrespectful! ”

Meng Xiaolian hurriedly showed a strong smile and said, "Got it, uncle!" I smiled, I just don't eat it! ”

As they spoke, the indigenous women continued to serve the food, and the rest of the food was barely acceptable, grilled fish wrapped in leaves, and roasted corn, sweet potatoes, potatoes, and some tropical fruits such as avocados and bananas.

When the women retired, the drums on the field became more and more intense. I saw that the tribal warriors dancing the war dance were getting faster and faster, and their mouths kept shouting. In the end, he let out a loud shout of "huha" unusually neatly, struck the leather shield in his hand a few times with a spear, and then bent down and saluted in the direction of the stands, which was the end of the performance.

As the warriors withdrew, the women poured into the iron pot on the campfire, fished out the pieces of meat, placed them in the basin, and offered them to the guests.

The two women carried a wooden basin together, put the lion's head in it, brought it to the stands, and placed it in front of Li Qingcang.

Li Qingcang looked at the huge lion's head, "I thought that I used to like to eat 'Yangzhou Lion Head', but today it's better to get an 'African Lion Head' to eat." Why don't you bring me a lion leg or something, how can I eat such a big head? ”

As he turned his head to look at the natives who were paying attention to him, there was a glint of anticipation in their eyes, as if they were waiting for him to eat it.

While hesitating, Mr. Hu saw his hesitation, smiled and said to him in Chinese: "Brother Li, this is a custom in the tribe, and the head of the beast must be eaten by the warrior who killed him. They think that if you eat the head of a beast, you can get the power of a beast, you can open the skull of a lion and eat some brains, and if you don't do it, these tribesmen will not eat it first. ”

When Li Qingcang heard this, he suddenly realized and pulled out the king of the jungle. The top of this lion's head has been shattered by Li Qingcang's palm force, and the palm-sized place is already full of cracks. Li Qingcang stabbed it with the tip of his knife, stabbed it in, and with a prie, he lifted the lion heavenly spirit cover.

Looking at the hot, white brain marrow inside, and there were no knives, forks, chopsticks and other tableware at hand, so I had to use the jungle king to reach in and pick a piece of brain marrow and put it in my mouth. I only feel that the mouth is soft, but there is no imaginary fishy atmosphere.

On the side, Chief Hassan, Wizard Tuliman and the others saw Li Qingcang take a bite of the brain, and they all looked happy, and they all started to move, grabbing the food in front of them and starting to chew.

I saw Chief Hassan throw a fat white beetle larva into his mouth, and with a click, juice splashed in his mouth. While eating, he shook his head and closed his eyes slightly, as if he was enjoying the delicious taste of this bug.

Wizard Tu Liman grabbed a bat and bit it hard, but he didn't know how many teeth were left in his mouth, and the brittle bones on the bat's wings bit "squeak!" in his mouth! "Rattle, with a greasy mouth.

Storm and other mercenaries have received survival training, and although they feel a little disgusted by the insects and rats on this table, they are not afraid to do anything, and they grab the rats in front of them, and the bats are put in their mouths and chewed.

Hai Ruyu and other pampered intellectuals didn't have the guts, they all forced a smile, picked up the corn, sweet potatoes and other foods in front of them, and began to chew. The bugs, the rats, the bats, and the like no one dared to reach out.

Seeing these Hai Ruyu and Meng Xiaolian and the others, they were indifferent to the delicacies in front of them, and they were all eating those corn, sweet potatoes and other food crops.

Chief Hassan was puzzled and frequently motioned for them to try it. Li Qingcang glanced sideways and saw the second daughter with an embarrassed expression. Hurriedly used a knife to remove the cooked meat from the lion's head and put it on Hai Ruyu and Meng Xiaolian's plate.

The storm and the others on the side also did the same, took out their sabers one after another, and began to cut the large pieces of lion meat in front of them and distribute them to everyone.

Hai Ruyu breathed a sigh of relief, picked up a piece of lion meat and said to Li Qingcang with a smile: "I didn't expect that I would be able to eat lion meat, this is your blessing!" The Divine Messenger is Your Excellency. ”

Meng Xiaolian also grabbed a piece of lion meat and put it in her mouth, and said vaguely: "Hmm! …… It's disgusting to chop mulberry and go to sister for this dish! ”

Mr. Hu grabbed a mouse in both hands and said while chewing: "I have also eaten in the indigenous tribes before, and they also prepare these insects, rats and the like, don't say it, these things look disgusting, and they taste good!" It's an authentic game. ”

Everyone rushed around for days, and no one ate a mouthful of hot rice. I thought that the tribe would be able to relax their stomachs and have a full meal, even if it was not good to barbecue, they would have a meal. I didn't expect the aborigines to be enthusiastic, but the food they made was really daunting.

After a while, the women walked up with clay pots on their heads, placed the jars in front of Li Qingcang, lifted the lids, and the smell of sweet and sour wine came to their nostrils.

Li Qingcang was overjoyed, the wine worm in his stomach was hooked out, and when the women poured the wine into the wooden bowl in front of them, they saw that the wine was slightly turbid, presumably caused by the incomplete filtration.

He is a good wine person, immediately took a big sip of the wooden bowl, the Watta tribe does not have the habit of making wine with grain, the wine is brewed with fermented wild fruits, the degree is not high, when eating with some honey, the taste is very sweet and sour. It's just that the taste of the wine is very bland, which is a bit of a fly in the ointment.

Meng Xiaolian saw Li Qingcang take a sip of wine, and hurriedly asked Mr. Hu in a low voice: "Uncle, can you not drink, I don't dare to drink this wine!" ”

Mr. Hu replied: "The rule here is that the guests don't eat, the host doesn't eat, you don't drink, Sheikh Hassan will think you look down on them, so let's drink some!" Silly girl, this is a wine made from wild fruits, which is the legendary "monkey wine", which is rare for ordinary people to drink! ”

Meng Xiaolian was quite curious when she heard this, picked up the wooden bowl and took a sip gently, and said to Hai Ruyu in surprise for a moment: "Ruyu, the taste is really good!" It's sweet and sour, not spicy at all. Ay! Finally got something good. ”

Hai Ruyu raised the wooden bowl and took a sip, and nodded again and again. It means that it tastes good. Sheikh Hassan was overjoyed to see that the ladies loved to drink. He repeatedly ordered to bring more wine and serve to the guests. He, the wizards, and the elders didn't use a wine bowl, but I took a sip of a clay pot, and you took a sip, and they all drank and laughed.

As soon as the wine was drunk, everyone's mood naturally relaxed, and when they were a little drunk, the raw food in front of them did not look as terrifying as at the beginning, and the black faces of the natives in front of them became cute.

The tribesmen below were in higher spirits after drinking, and some of them spontaneously ran to the square and danced.

Africans love to dance by nature, and they have to dance for the grain harvest, celebrate and sacrifice, and naturally dance when they are happy. At first, a person stretched out his fists and kicked in the square and danced for a while, then slowly someone joined, and finally men, women and children joined in, all holding each other's hands, forming a big circle in the square, singing and dancing!

The singing is full of joy, the dancing is simple and bright, and the black faces show happy and satisfied expressions! After dancing for a while, the residents on the field began to shout in unison to the stands.

Chief Hassan smiled and said to Li Qingcang, "Lord Divine Envoy, your servants invite you and your friends to go down and dance with them!" ”

Before Li Qingcang could answer, Meng Xiaolian, the little girl, drank a few bowls of monkey wine, and at this time her face was already full of redness, and her wine was surging. When he heard the dance, he said happily: "It's good to dance, Ruyu let's go, let's go down and show our hands!" Let them see Chinese dance. ”

Hai Ruyu was also dizzy with her cheeks, and said coquettishly: "You crazy girl, you will go crazy after drinking a little wine, for fear that others will not know that you are a master of the dance forest!" ”

Meng Xiaolian waved her little hand and said: "I'm happy, really, looking at these simple black brothers, black sisters, you see that they have no desires and no desires, they can sing and dance when they are full and clothed, what about us?" There is no shortage of food or clothing, I still think about this and that all day long, and I don't live as chic as they are, hey! Don't talk about this, 'life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.' 'Let's go! Haida beauty, let's dance a 'peacock dance' for these black brothers and sisters to see. ”

Hai Ruyu couldn't laugh and was dragged to the square by the crazy Meng Xiaolian, and then began to dance, although the two did not wear professional dance costumes, but they were skilled in their movements.

The joints of the fingers, wrists, arms, chest, waist, hips and other joints emitted an ethereal charm, as if incarnated as a pair of peacocks leaning on each other.

Sometimes they comb their wings, sometimes they dance with the wind, sometimes they walk by the stream, sometimes they bow their heads to drink, sometimes they stand, sometimes they whirl, when they are still like an orchid in an empty valley, when they dance like an antelope hanging their horns. Stunned a group of natives who drank blood, "Oh oh...... "Don't stop yelling!"