In a Maasai dance, a teenager was led by his father to a large tree stump in the middle of the village, the boy's face was painted with a white pattern, although he also followed the surrounding Maasai people who seemed to be a little fanatical to jump and stomp hard, but from his eyes, Hong Tao could still see a trace of uneasiness, a trace of fear.

The young man of Marseille lay naked on the stump without wearing anything, and then two elders of the village, or priests, came up, one of them pressed the boy's legs, and the other dipped the knife in a broken bowl, and did not know what the black things in the aisle were.

"Pan, you should turn your head and cover your face, isn't it inappropriate to stare at a boy's lower body like this?" Hong Tao already had a rough idea of what the two elders were going to do to this boy, but he couldn't express any intention of objecting, his people were just tourists, not to mention wanting to influence the customs of other people's people, it was superfluous to even say more, and he would have to bring danger to himself and his companions.

"Didn't you stare at me in the morning? If I hadn't had any clothes on, would you have run away from it? Or will you keep watching? Pan didn't have an embarrassed expression at all, and even looked at the body of the Marseille boy with a straight face.

"Hiss......" The Marseille elder with a knife finally made a move, his technique was very skillful, I don't know how many Marseille teenagers have been cut by him. I saw his knife gently turn on the Marseille boy's lower body, and a circle of foreskin was cut off. Although Pan said it very hard, when he saw this scene, he still inhaled cold air and grabbed Hong Tao's arm, and then hid his face behind his arm.

The Maasai teenager had not undergone any sterilization measures, let alone anesthesia. By this time he was in pain, the fingers of both hands were clasped against the stump beneath him, his nails were digging into the wood, his eyes were wide, his teeth were clenched, but he didn't say a word.

Another Marseille elder immediately took out a black paste from the broken bowl and pasted it on the wound of the Marseille boy, and then picked up a few leaves of unknown plants next to him and hastily bandaged the Marseille boy's lower body.

At this time, the dancing and shouting in the Maasai village became more intense, and all the Maasai seemed to have entered a state of frenzy. They kept leaping high, then stamped their feet vigorously and thrust their spears into the air. When the Maasai boy barely got up from the stump with his father's help, the head of the village came up with five goats and handed the boy the rope on which the sheep were tethered.

"Paluru. Is this a bonus? Pan, please let go of your handles. If you keep caught. My arm has almost been circumcised. Hong Tao asked Paluru beside him, and at the same time went to break Pan's fingers, her nails were about to buckle into the flesh of his arm, Hong Tao has never understood why women love to grab other people's arms when they are frightened. Instead of grabbing your own arm.

"Well, it was a reward for his bravery, and he did not shout during the whole circumcision, and from then on he could have his own herd and flock." Paruru apparently didn't see anything wrong with the ritual.

Hong Tao is deeply saddened by the Tanzanian government. After spending so much money, I finally deceived some Maasai people into enrolling, but after learning it, P is not used, how should people live or how to live, and it is stronger than the original, they are all hooligans who know martial arts, and no one can stop it, and now it is the hunter who has knowledge, and it is obviously more effective than the hunter who has no knowledge.

According to Paluru, when the bonfire is lit, a Maasai girl is circumcised, a circumcision that not every Maasai boy can experience, but only the bravest and brightest Maasai girls can receive this honor. The circumcised and uncircumcised Maasai are completely two classes, and only a circumcised Maasai boy can have the opportunity to become an elder or chief, and in the same way, only a circumcised Maasai girl can marry a leader or elder.

Due to time problems, Hong Tao and his family could not wait until dark, because they had to return to the tent hotel, and it was difficult to drive on the grassland after dark, and it was easy to encounter wild animals that came out to feed, which was very unsafe. Of course, if Hong Tao was willing, the generous Maasai would be willing to keep them in the village for the night, but Hong Tao could not be willing, he could not imagine what it would be like to sleep in a cow dung heap, not to mention the smell, without the protection of mosquito nets, Hong Tao doubted that everyone would be able to recognize his face the next day.

Probably to thank Hong Tao for helping his younger brother, the Paluru asked his father for his advice after hearing that Hong Tao was planning to hunt here, and then gave Hong Tao a gift. This gift is not a thing, but a person, a true Maasai high warrior in red.

According to Palulu, this kind of red-clothed high warrior is not at the same level as the Maasai people who helped Hong Tao and them before, and there can only be a few high-level warriors in each Maasai village, and this kind of warrior is a pure Maasai warrior, and he will never help foreigners hunt animals on the grassland because of money, let alone serve as a guide for the hunting team or anything, these jobs are insults to them!

Of course, Hong Tao and they are not ordinary foreigners, they are already friends in this Maasai village, and they have even visited the most mysterious and sacred circumcision, and they are basically no different from a family. Since it is a family, it is not an insult to help one's own family, so this red-clothed high-ranking warrior can help Hong Tao and them go hunting.

However, this gift has a time limit, and once Hong Tao and their hunt is over, they have to return to the village, not for Hong Tao and them. Hong Tao looked at the samurai who looked very unnatural at the back of the off-road vehicle, and secretly thought in his heart that if he was such a grassland hunter again, how NB would it be! But this can only be thought about, as long as these samurai leave this grassland and leave their cattle, they will basically become wasted, and whether they can eat enough is a problem.

"Hey, it looks like you're having a good time, and bring back someone, don't tell me it's a slave from the chieftain! We can't afford to play with this thing, how can we bring it back to China, you should return it to others as soon as possible! When Hong Tao and the others returned to the tent hotel in the afterglow of the sunset, Boss Liu was lying on a recliner under a big tree drinking tea.

"He's a Maasai warrior, and he's here to help us hunt, what about Uncle Fat? You won't go to sleep in your room again, will you? Why don't you even look at a bikini? "At this time, there was a noticeable increase in the number of people in the courtyard of the hotel, and it seemed that other hunting parties had returned here, and a few cheerfully dressed white women on the other side of the pool were having fun and shouting. However, Hong Tao didn't see the fat boss, usually at this time, the fat boss must be wandering by the pool.

"Hey, your fat uncle is a big loser this time, go to the room to comfort him, or he won't even dare to come out for dinner." Boss Liu said as he pointed to the top of his head.

"I'm X, this is Uncle Fat's panties! If you don't say that I thought it was a typhoon signal from the Meteorological Observatory, who hung it on the tree? Hong Tao looked up, well, there was a white object floating on a branch at the top of the big tree, and if you looked closely, it looked a bit like the fat boss's underwear, but how did it run so high? It's a little windy, but it's not that windy!

"Who else could do it, monkey!" Boss Liu pointed to the big tent of the hotel again, at this time there were several baboons squatting on the top of the tent, they looked at the situation in the courtyard of the hotel condescendingly, and it was estimated that they were observing who was defenseless and planned to sneak attack.

"Fat uncle, it's me, open the door!" Hong Tao came to the fat boss's room and pushed the door, hey, it was still locked inside. (To be continued......)