"Put down all the weapons in your hands!"

When Yang Fan shouted these words, he realized that these people couldn't understand what he was saying at all. The woman glanced at Yang Fan and muttered a few words, and the surrounded natives hesitated for a moment, and then put their spears, bows and arrows on the ground.

"You...... Be...... Who? The jerky accent came from the mouth of the woman standing at the back, which immediately made Yang Fan speechless. He subconsciously thought that he was hallucinating, so he tentatively asked, "You-listen--understand-me-speak-talk?" He dragged it out for a long time, trying to make the woman hear better.

The woman nodded and said, "I understand." Her words had a little Hokkien accent, so Yang Fan sounded very struggling. But it's good to be able to understand it. Yang Fan said to the woman: "Okay, you use the words here now to tell the young man, the people from the tribes on both sides go back first, and have something to say." ”

"Why?" There was a hint of contempt in the woman's tone.

"Because now you're all surrounded by me." Yang Fan said, "If you don't want to die, you'd better do what I say!" ”

"Not good!" The woman's Chinese is really a bit lame, and she can only say some very simple words. "We, just a few people, and there are many more in the back." What she meant was that it was useless to surround the people here, and that there would be more people coming later. Yang Fan looked at some people's wounds and kept bleeding, so he said, "Okay, you tell them to go back first, is this always okay?" ”

The woman's face was cloudy, and she drank a few words at the young leader. Yang Fan looked back at the man, and also waved his hand, signaling to retreat first. The man looked at the tribal warrior behind him, nodded at Yang Fan, and then turned around and left. Yang Fan looked at the somewhat wayward woman and asked, "Can we sit down and talk?" ”

"Yes, but you let my tribesmen go first." Such a long sentence, the woman stumbled. Yang Fan raised his hand and motioned for Jinyiwei to take it back. The subdued tribal warriors retreated to the woman's side, wary of this group of skilled outsiders.

"In order to show my sincerity, let me introduce first, my name is Yang Fan, from Daming."

When the woman heard this, she was surprised: "You are from Daming?" ”

"That's right. May I ask why the girl speaks Chinese? Yang Fan asked, he looked at this dress, the waist-length short skirt, the two big white legs dangling, the clothes on the upper body only covered the crisp breasts, and the flat lower abdomen, looking down, it gave people infinite reverie......

"My Chinese is taught by Ah Gong." She asked, "Since you are Han, why are you helping these traitors?" ”

"They're traitors?" Yang Fan asked suspiciously, "We also just went ashore yesterday and got their help, so when we saw this situation today, we came to the rescue." I wonder if we can meet your grandfather? ”

The woman nodded and said, "Follow me." Hundreds of people supported the wounded and walked to the other side of the jungle. Along the way, Yang Fan learned from the woman that the more than 500 tribes in Australia, the so-called aborigines, also immigrated from other places. It is mainly divided into four periods of immigrants - the Sak tribe, the Yuori tribe, the Fuhe tribe and the Sanqing tribe. And the tribe that Yang Fan met at the beginning, as well as the tribe where the woman was located, all belonged to the Sanqing tribe, and they were also the last tribes to immigrate from outside.

But the woman said that this was all hundreds of years ago, and even the last horse to immigrate was two hundred years ago. Yang Fan asked puzzledly: "Then why are your clothes ......?" It stands to reason that these immigrants who came up two hundred years ago should have improved their clothes, how can they still dress like barbarians.

The woman glanced at Yang Fan and didn't understand what he was going to say, but he felt that this man was not complimenting in his words, so he said coldly: "You go and ask Ah Gong." Yang Fan and his party followed the woman, walked for nearly half an hour, and finally saw the trace of the tribe. The buildings here are very different from what you see before. There is a trace of the shadow of Ming Dynasty architecture.

Seeing that the woman had returned, several young men came out of the tribe. "Flowey, you're back." The people here look almost the same as the Han people, and the words they speak are also Chinese, which makes Yang Fan surprised, could it be that this side was also colonized by us early in the Ming Dynasty? No way.

"Flowey ......"

"Don't call me Huahua, I have a name, my name is Huahua." The woman said angrily. "Isn't that still ...... What's going on with these people? Don't you know the rules of the tribe? Why did you bring these unidentified people here? The man looked at Yang Fan and the others vigilantly, and said, "You'd better leave quickly, you're not welcome here." ”

"Abang, they are Han Chinese who have just come ashore."

"Han Chinese?" These young people were born and raised on this large continent, except for the color of their skin and facial features, which are slightly different from those of the real natives, and they have integrated into the tribe in terms of clothing and living habits, and the only thing that is fortunate is that they can also speak Chinese.

"This little brother, excuse me. We have just landed, so please forgive me if we are rude. We didn't come here with any ill intentions, just to find out about the situation here, and never disturb your life. Yang Fan saw that this man was not close to anyone, so he took the initiative to explain.

"Abang, Huahua, what are you doing?" Seeing so many people gathered at the door, an old man's voice came from inside. "Grandpa, it was Huahua who brought some living people back, saying that they were Mingren."

Wow!

The door was pushed open, and the old man had white hair and a long robe, no different from the Han people. He looked at Yang Fan, as well as the brocade guards behind him, and hurriedly walked over, trembling his hands, as if he was very anxious.

"Ah Gong, slow down."

"You ...... You guys...... Is it really Akito? The old man asked, a little incredulous. Yes, sir. We are from the Ming Dynasty, the first time to the treasure land, and I hope to forgive us. ”

"Come in with me, come in with me." The old man took Yang Fan's arm and walked slowly towards the house. Yang Fan could see that the old man's eyes were vaguely filled with tears, which was a kind of joy and excitement of meeting his old acquaintance in a foreign land.

The old man turned around, "Abang, Huahua, I will entertain these distinguished guests." Also, let the people of those tribes go back first. On the Chief's side, I'll go and explain the situation myself tomorrow. ”

"Yes, Grandpa."

Hua Hua glanced at Yang Fan strangely, and then turned to deal with the tribe natives.

"Come, come with me." The old man pushed open the house, and the furnishings inside were the same as those in the Central Plains. Some calligraphy, paintings, and books made Yang Fan feel more cordial.

"After so many years, it's finally the one who has met our Daming!"