The corner frame is a large ring with three corners, and a large iron pot is placed on the ring.

The pot was steaming hot, apparently cooking something to eat.

The firewood was burning brightly under the pot, and Hera took two sticks of wood from the nearby pyre and added them to the fire.

Looking around, a 20-centimeter-wide and two-meter-long horizontal plank is embedded in the wall. On the horizontal shelf are yellow pottery bowls of the kind fired in earthen kilns.

In addition, there are many animal skins, unknown fishbone spines, and some strings that look like ornaments hanging on the walls.

Connected to the hall, there was a room with a wooden bed and a simple table next to the bed, on which were some clay khaki bottles and jars.

The wooden bed is lined with two layers of animal skins, and bamboo mats are laid on it.

After Bai Qinghao and Fang Xinxin finished visiting the house, Hera said to Bai Qinghao enthusiastically, "In the future, you will live here." ”

What do you mean later...... Bai Qinghao didn't plan to stay here for long.

What else did he want to say, Hera walked to the living room, took out two pottery bowls from the horizontal shelves on the wall, scooped two bowls of hot boiled small fish, and handed them to Bai Qinghao, "You eat." ”

Bai Qinghao always felt that something was wrong, so he didn't answer, "This is your home?" ”

"Yes." Hera held a dense melon seed face, straightened her magnificent upper body, and showed a smile at him, "Do you like it?" ”

Bai Qinghao didn't know if she was asking about a house or a person, so he replied coldly, "I don't like it." ”

Hera didn't care about being rejected, her honey-colored skin glowed with a healthy glow, and she grinned and showed a mouthful of shiny white teeth, "I'm the best-looking here." ”

Fang Xinxin understood that she was the village flower here, "Excuse me, are you African?" Or Indian? ”

Hera shook her head, "This is the Marissa tribe, and those volunteers say we don't belong to any country. ”

After some conversation, Bai Qinghao and Fang Xinxin finally knew that the Malissa tribe was an unknown tribe on the Pacific Island, an isolated and forgotten place.

This tribe used to have more than 500 people, but a few decades ago, because the bones and household garbage of animals on the island were not properly disposed of, which caused a plague, more than 400 people died, and only a few dozen remained.

Slowly it developed, and now there are about a hundred people in the tribe.

There is no industry on the island, and the inhabitants make a living by hunting in the woods and fishing in the sea. There are craftsmen in the village who burn simple clay pottery and iron products.

Originally, they were dressed in animal skins, but three years ago, an army stumbled upon their tribe during a patrol, and after confirming that the tribe did not belong to any country, several countries jointly sent a group of volunteers to help the poor.

Modern clothing, and some food, were brought by the volunteers.

Even if they know English, volunteers stay for a while, learn their indigenous language, and then teach them English. It's just that the vast majority of people can't learn and don't want to learn.

Or learn a few sentences, don't use them for a long time, and forget them all.

Only Hera and the tribal chieftain Imo were extremely gifted and learned better.

In the past three years, the volunteers have come twice, and the second time they also brought some rice, soybeans, corn, wheat and other seeds.

Unfortunately, the vast majority of the seeds are not planted alive, or they do not like to eat them and do not plant them.

Only soybeans, corn, and wheat remained alive.