They were received by the tribal patriarch Sahabi, a man in the prime of life with a beard and a ruddy complexion, dressed in a black striped animal costume with a piercing gaze.

After a few brief conversations with the mountain mother-in-law who received him, he said to everyone: "Yo Xi, since we are so fateful, why don't we stay and have a ...... Chinese? ”

To be honest, the patriarch's way of welcoming guests was a bit special, and it was a bit awkward, anyway, Yang Qingnan smiled and didn't say anything. Merk nodded politely and replied, "It's good, but my friend is more anxious and won't stay for long." ”

said so, but in fact, he really hoped that Yang Qingnan could stay, not just have a meal.

The fierce midday sun shines through the gaps in the leaves, and it is already speckled on the ground. Meters of barbed wire were set up in the center of a wide stone slab, and hot charcoal was piled under the net until the wire grid burned red, and then patches of bright red animal meat were placed on it. To make the food more appealing, they also add a plant seed with a special aroma.

In addition to creating aromas, condiments are also essential, but as long as it is the kind of black oil stained, Yang Qingnan does not dare to eat it, that thing is like fat roasted meat that has fallen into coal, and it always exudes a strange atmosphere that is incompatible with nature.

The staple food is cooked meat, and the non-staple food is all kinds of mixed fruits, including pomegranates and nuts, which are the more delicious types. According to the islanders, although there are many wild boars here, there is a herbivore called short-horned spotted deer that has more delicious meat, but it is actually difficult to see them now.

Yang Qingnan and the others were also curious, what was the venison like? Because in their country, it is forbidden for people to go up to the mountains to hunt.

This meal was very pleasant, everyone in the tribe had a small plate with white flowers, and they could fork whatever they wanted, and roll aside if they didn't want to fork it. The hospitality of the Sak people was like a sea of waves, which extinguished the last bit of loss in Yang Qingnan's heart.

Lin Lulu and a shy tribal girl were laughing and laughing, and outside the small sugar cane forest, Merk had a good conversation with an old man. While no one noticed him, Yang Qingnan thought that it was time to withdraw. But just as he got up, he was suddenly tapped on the shoulder.

"What's wrong? Where do you want to go, boy? The patriarch's face leaned back.

"I want to get out and about."

"The mountains and forests outside are dangerous." Sahabi whispered mysteriously in his ear, "If you're going to go to the town over there, I can show you the directions, but you won't be able to do it until tomorrow." ”

"Uh, this ......"

"Don't use this or that, listen to me, stay." The patriarch pressed him back into his seat, and there was a little kindness in his eyes, "The family has to be neat, isn't it?" ”

"You seem to have misunderstood something, I have nothing to do with him." As he spoke, he glanced at Merk, who was sitting by the pool drinking sweet juice.

"I didn't say you did, but he swore to me that you were his godson, so you were his godson."

Hearing this, Yang Qingnan was completely blindfolded, when did he become his godson? Could it be a sandwich or a friendship that leads the way? Or maybe you've already seen it before?

"Okay, I admit it." I can't slip away anyway.

"Anan, Anan, come and help me peel the sugarcane." His godfather's voice could be heard in the distance.

"Don't do it, get out!"

Yang Qingnan simply went to a wooden house to find a place to lie down and sleep, yesterday night was really enough to toss.

The interior of the hut is immediately apparent, and even a little rudimentary: against the wall there is a low wooden bed made of thin planks, a few small tables with heavy wooden stakes, a movable barrel stove, and two or three obtrusive wall hangings.

It was rude to break into someone's house like this, but he had already met his mother-in-law at the door, and the unfazed old face told him that it was understandable.

So Yang Qingnan didn't sleep directly on the bed, not because he was afraid that people would come back and kill him, but because there were already two little hairy children sleeping on it.

In fact, it is more comfortable to sleep on a blanket, and he has rarely felt so solid in the field in the past.

After sleeping for about three or four hours, there was a sudden movement from outside the house, as if several people were shouting in unison, and Yang Qingnan was suddenly awakened.

He wiped his face and rushed out to take a look, and it turned out to be several Sak warriors standing in front of the Elder's Cave, holding swords and spears, speaking the most obscure language in the area.

The patriarch, Sahabi, was elated, and he handed each glorious warrior a glass of warm red wine, and the latter, without changing his countenance, drank it all. Yang Qingnan knew that it was plum wine, and he could smell the sweet and sour fruity aroma from afar.

Merk, who had watched the whole pledge meeting, told him that the tribesmen were going to hold a wild boar meeting. What is the Wild Boar Conference? It's like a hunting meeting, picking out the bravest elite hunters in the tribe, and then going deep into the woods to challenge the fiercest and irascible boars, whoever can submit it will get all the support, and it is not trivial to be on an equal footing with the patriarch.

Oh, Yang Qingnan finally knew why there were so few middle-aged people in the tribe, and it turned out that he either hunted the irascible old pig or was hunted by the irascible old pig, referred to as strength.

Merk poked him in the elbow and said, "Why don't you join in." Yang Qingnan said that he was joking, he usually only did some entertainment activities such as teasing monkeys and catching rabbits, how could he have the opportunity to see any sow, even if he did, he would only be chased by it.

Well, there is no need to say more about the details, Yang Qingnan's pocket watch was not broken, it was impartial at 4:6, and the team set off on time.

The self-made little Jiaoyang waits on the left side of the old forest in the mountains, and the continuous burst of heat adds a lot of vitality to the flora and fauna in the forest, and the atmosphere suitable for hunting is available.

Yang Qingnan followed closely behind the five heavily armed people, sometimes looking forward and backward. The five elite warriors were all dressed in animal skins of more than an inch, and their hands, feet, and faces were also smeared with sesame oil to prevent harmful animals such as mosquitoes from sneaking up.

However, Yang Qingnan only wore a pair of trousers and a small red shirt, and the only animal skin coat was borrowed. If a beast really comes, it is estimated that he will be the first to run.

There are many animals in the woods, but the most common is the lively little squirrels, which grin at the strange guests. There were many intertwined vines on the ground, and small milky white thorns grew on the surface, which were cut by the team members who walked ahead with white blades.

The group continued to go deeper, using a cliff as a new marker, Yang Qingnan glanced at the compass, remembering that when he first came out, the tribe was located in the southwest direction.

The team navigated a black swamp covered with dead branches and leaves that they would step on at the slightest mistake. Yang Qingnan was not stupid enough to get into such a disgusting thing.

It was a place where the foliage was so thick that every tree was waist-thick that light could hardly penetrate, so the team stopped here for a moment.

A visionary young huntsman used a rubber slingshot to knock down the eggplant hanging from the top of the tree, and it rolled into the grass and disappeared.

Yang Qingnan got up and tried to pick it up, but was stopped by another huntress. She told Yang Qingnan that the eggplant was actually belladonna, and people would go crazy when they ate it, so they would knock it down as soon as they saw it, just afraid that an unwitting outsider would accidentally get hit.

Yang Qingnan said in his heart that he was not a three-year-old child, of course he knew that belladonna in the wild was poisonous, so he just wanted to go over and confirm it.