"Well, I wish you all a pleasant trip to Africa!" Although Simba saw the sad expression on the face of his hunter and hesitated a little, but in the face of Hong Tao's superb drinking skills, he still simply picked up the wine bowl in front of him and clinked glasses with Hong Tao and the four of them.

Since their leaders had all served their glasses, the three hunting guides had to pick up their wine bowls and luck several times before they closed their eyes, stomped their feet, and dried their wine as if they were drinking medicine.

"Oh God, this wine is so strong, my stomach feels like it's on fire!!" This time, Simba was not as casual as he had just eaten pickled peppers, and before he could sit back on his ass, he immediately stood up, panting violently with his mouth open, trying to reduce the burning sensation in his esophagus and stomach.

"No, no, no! I can't drink anymore, we have to get up early tomorrow, the smell of alcohol has an effect on hunting, it will be smelled by the prey! When the Dutch pee saw that Hong Tao was about to open another bottle of wine, he immediately jumped up from his seat like a bullet, held down Hong Tao's hand to open the bottle, and said a very convincing reason.

"Does it really affect hunting!? Mr. Simba? Hong Tao wasn't sure if the Dutchman was lying to avoid drinking, so he confirmed it to the eldest director, Simba.

"It's going to have a little bit of an impact, not only can't you drink, but smoking is not allowed, you have to know that those animals have a very sensitive sense of smell, you can smell these pungent smells from a few kilometers away, and then you will be more vigilant, and it will be difficult to get close to them." Simba probably also remembered Yeron's advice to him in the afternoon, and confirmed Yeron's statement.

"Alright then, we'll not open another bottle again." No matter how greedy Hong Tao is, he also knows that hunting is the key, since drinking alcohol will affect hunting, so eat less and eat less.

In fact, Hong Tao was really wrong this time, there are no modern gas kitchenware in the kitchen of this camp, and there are no various electric kitchenware. It is used in a kind of earthen stove, and it is burned with a very burn-resistant wood that is a specialty of Africa, so the speed of cooking is a little slow, not because the number of these dishes is insufficient.

When the second round of dishes was served, Hong Tao was completely down-to-earth, no longer trying to fight for food and drink, and no longer gobbling up meat with others, but trying to chew slowly and taste the different deliciousness of these meats that he usually can't eat.

“￥@#%……@……！” Simba, who was sitting opposite Hong Tao, was eating and suddenly shouted a local word outside the big grass hut.

"I'm !! Uncle Liu, Uncle Fat, stop and look at these two! Hong Tao took advantage of the situation and looked back in the direction that Simba shouted. Then his head couldn't turn back, and he whispered in Chinese to inform the other two who were still struggling with food.

"This is the locals?" The fat boss, like Hong Tao, couldn't turn back after turning his head, and looked at the three people who walked in outside the house in a daze.

"Let me introduce you to you, these three are our Shuka, they are the Maasai people, the only nomadic people in Africa who still retain their primitive way of life. They have excellent long-distance running abilities, an incredible ability to track their prey, and they are born with eyes that are not limited by night. Don't underestimate them, it's an honor to have one Shuka in a hunting party, and there are three of us! Simba stood up from his seat. Came to Hong Tao's side and introduced them to the three black men who had just walked in from the dark shadows outside the house.

The three black men were not tall, some were thin, and they were draped diagonally with a bright red cloth. There are no sleeves or collars, just a piece of cloth. They were all barefoot. In his hand he held a spear taller than their bodies, the tip of which was more than a foot long and the width of his palm, sharpened and glittered in the light of the room. In addition, they also held a thin wooden stick in their other hand, which was of different lengths, about more than 1 meter long.

In addition to their attire, these Maasai have a very striking feature, their ears are particularly large, and they have a scary piercing in the earlobe. In Hong Tao's opinion, it can no longer be called ears and eyes, the entire earlobe has formed a circle of flesh, directly drooping on both sides of the face, and one of the person's earlobes has almost hung down to the shoulders.

The three Maasai men were almost identical in their attire, and they all wore thin pigtails decorated with coloured threads.

"No, no, don't shoot, don't shoot, Tao, tell your photographer that you don't shoot locals in Africa, it will be very dangerous, they think that photography and photography will shorten their life." Just as Simba introduced the three of Hong Tao and the three Maasai to each other in two languages, Hoffman, who was standing on the side, suddenly stopped in front of Wei Han, and then spoke to Hong Tao in English.

"Yes, Tao, they are the warriors of the tribe, although they have accepted our employment, but don't offend them without their permission, this is their territory, we are all outsiders." When Simba heard Hoffman's words, he also spoke out to explain this rule.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I took the liberty of it, I'll be sure to pay attention in the future." Wei Han could understand English and quickly apologized.

"It's okay, Simba, how can I get their permission? There should be a way, right? "Hong Tao didn't take this matter as a big deal, no matter where he went, there were always these different customs and habits, but since we spent money, it was different from going to the self-guided tour, otherwise we spent that money for what.

"Of course, you can give them gifts or money to ask for their opinion, but I can't guarantee whether they agree or not, they don't drink or smoke." Simba deliberately pointed to the bottle of wine on the table and shook his finger again.

As soon as Hong Tao heard Simba's words, he understood in his heart, and quickly took out the money, and with Simba's help, he made a verbal agreement with the three Maasai people: In the days to come, Hong Tao will get the right to shoot them at a price of 30 US dollars a day.

The three Maasai did not join in the meal, but just took a picture with everyone, smiled at everyone in a friendly manner, and walked out of the house again, quickly disappearing into the darkness.

"Hong Tao, have you noticed it, they don't have front teeth, the above two, I'm afraid this is not knocked off in a fight, right?" Hong Tao just felt that the three Maasai people looked a little awkward, and he didn't think about it when he came over, so he reacted when Boss Liu said this.

"That's their custom, when they're still children, they have to do two things, one is to pierce their ears, and the other is to pull out their front teeth, so that they can easily pour a decoction of their medicine to cure malaria." Simba's answer confirmed Boss Liu's guess.

"Why don't they dine with us? Is there a rule for this? Hong Tao was very curious about the three Maasai people, like a few more glances up close.

"They don't like to eat our food, they only eat raw beef, milk, cow blood, and even very few vegetables, you don't have to worry about them, here we all starve to death, and they won't starve." Simba also looked helpless when he talked about this question, and it seemed that he didn't quite understand what the Maasai people ate.

As time passed, everyone's stomachs were slowly filled, and dinner changed from grabbing food to chatting, Hong Tao and they were all coming to Africa for the first time, and there were all kinds of endless questions to ask about this mysterious continent. Simba and the three hunters were also patient, and tried their best to answer all kinds of questions raised by Hong Tao.

The meeting lasted until 10 o'clock, and Simba stood up and said that he could only talk about it today, because the camp rules that the power should be cut off after 10 o'clock, and he would have to get up at 4 o'clock tomorrow morning, so if he had anything to say, he would save it for tomorrow.

Hong Tao and the three of them didn't talk much after returning to their tent, although they didn't do any physical exercise that day, but when they arrived in a completely unfamiliar place, they were inevitably nervous, and the physical consumption was also quite large.

"Uh......h Woo......"

"Whew...... Whoa......" (To be continued......)