The stairs of the bamboo building were not very spacious, so Biroba simply picked up Meng Xiang horizontally and stepped on the stairs to the upper floor.

After all, the building is made of bamboo and wood, although it is strong, but people walking on it will still make a "squeak" sound.

Meng Xiang struggled with all his might!

But Bilopa is a strong man, and her struggles are like grasshoppers shaking trees.

"You bastard, let me go! You bully a woman so much, are you still a man? ”

In the end, Meng Xiang had to scold, almost for the first time in her life, she couldn't help but admit that she was a woman who was easy to be bullied.

But Bilopa ignored her struggles, let alone her scolding, and just hugged her tightly with both hands, and carried her all the way into a small room on the bamboo floor.

After that, Bi Luoba casually put Meng Xiang upstairs and said in his awkward accent: "You live here, I will have someone come to serve you for dinner and change clothes in a while, the goddess said, three days later, let us get married!" ”

"Who promised to marry you? You ......"

Meng Xiang scolded and rushed towards Biroba.

But Bilopa was quick to exit the door and shut a bamboo-woven door.

Meng Xiang pulled the door with his hand, as if it was bolted from the outside.

But after all, it was only a bamboo fabric, and if Meng Xiang pulled hard, he should be able to destroy the bamboo door.

But after Meng Xiang shook the bamboo door a few times, he quickly forced himself to calm down.

A tribe like this that is so backward that it is close to the primitive, there must be many untouchable taboos, once she inadvertently crosses the red line, it will be difficult for her to save her own life, and even Liu Manqi and others may also be implicated.

Of course, she couldn't marry this inexplicable Biloba, but now, it was useless for her to be angry, and she still had to find a way to communicate with these barbarian people.

Even if they can't understand that the outside world is not what they imagined, at the very least, they can win room to turn around.

So Meng Xiang tried his best to inhale, let himself gradually calm down, and began to look at the furnishings in the room.

The room was very narrow, and a bamboo bed took up half of the area.

In addition, there is a bamboo table and a bamboo chair in the house. There is also a small window on the bamboo wall opposite the door.

Meng Xiang pushed open the window and looked down, and there was actually a small garden below, with a few small red and yellow flowers blooming.

And with the height of this bamboo building, Meng Xiang can easily jump out of the window.

However, she must first determine where Liu Manqi and the others are being held, even if she wants to escape, she can't leave Liu Manqi and the others behind.

She patiently looked out the window, at least as far as she could see, and saw no one patrolling and defending.

She went back to the bed and sat down, thinking for a while. With the light movement of the bamboo door, two women, one elder and one young, pushed open the bamboo door and came in. The eldest is in his thirties, and the youngest is only fifteen or sixteen years old.

The older woman carried a tray made of bamboo, on which were two quaint pottery bowls. One bowl holds a oily roast chicken, while the other bowl contains a bowl of white rice.

The young girl was holding a clay pot in her hand, and the heat coming out of the mouth of the jar showed that it was a pot of broth or something.

Meng Xiang was indeed hungry, and when the two women put the food on the bamboo table, she unceremoniously immediately moved the bamboo chair and sat down.

The young girl handed over a pair of chopsticks and took a pottery bowl to help Meng Xiang scoop most of the bowl of broth.

Meng Xiang couldn't taste what kind of meat stewed soup it was, but he felt that it was very delicious in his mouth.

But she suddenly remembered that there was a salty taste in this soup.

Even if these natives can spin cotton and weave cloth by themselves, and fire pottery bowls and pots by themselves, they will not even be able to produce salt by themselves, right?

So she blurted out, "If you never go out of the mountains, where does this salt come from?" ”

When she asked Luoyin, she suddenly remembered that these people didn't know Chinese at all.

She smiled bitterly and could only drink soup and eat in silence.

The two women, one elder and one young, looked at each other, and the older woman quietly withdrew.

The remaining young woman looked at Meng Xiang with a pair of big eyes, and Meng Xiang had to raise her face and smile at her.

The girl also smiled at Meng Xiang.

Meng Xiang found that although her hair was unkempt and her skin was rough, her eyebrows and facial features were quite delicate.

"You're so beautiful! It's a pity that in this deep mountain, if you go to a big city, you will definitely be a rare beauty! Meng Xiang said, from the bottom of his heart.

She thought that the girl couldn't understand Chinese, but she didn't expect her words to fall, the girl suddenly smiled, and actually replied: "Sister is really a beauty!" ”

Meng Xiang was shocked at first, and then overjoyed.

"You, you...... Can you speak Chinese? ”

"A little bit!" The girl replied.

She didn't know a little bit, at least as far as Meng Xiang heard, she felt that her teeth and accent were more standard than that domineering and barbaric patriarch's son Biloba.

"Who taught you Chinese and why do you speak it so fluently?" Meng Xiang asked again.

"My grandfather taught me." The girl smiled shyly.

"Why was your grandfather able to speak Chinese? Could it be ......" Meng Xiang's eyes lit up, "Your grandfather is Han?" ”

She was very happy with this speculation, because if the girl's grandfather was Han, then she would have one more person who could help them communicate and intercede for them.

It's a pity that the girl immediately shook her head.

"No, we don't have Han people here!"

"Then why is your grandfather fluent in Chinese?" Meng Xiang asked.

"Because our family is ......," the girl paused, and it took a few moments before she spat out a strangely pronounced word, "Zhisika?" ”

"Zhisika? What is that? Meng Xiang was inexplicable.

"That's ......" the girl scratched her face anxiously, "Sister Gang said, if we never go out of the mountain, where does the salt come from, in fact, we don't never go out of the mountain, every spring and autumn, there will be a day of Sika dressed as you Han people, go outside the mountain to buy things." ”

She uttered the three syllables of "Žisika" again, presumably a word for their own people, and she did not know how to translate it.

However, after she said this, Meng Xiang was already able to understand that the so-called "Risika" should be a position in the clan that was specifically responsible for purchasing.

However, this position does not refer to just one person, but to the entire family.

So Meng Xiang asked her again: "Did you also go to the mountain to buy things?" ”

"Women can't go out, only the men of Zhisika can." The girl replied.

According to Meng Xiang's speculation, although the men of "Risika" were able to go out of the mountains to buy, they did not really go out of the mountains, but only traded with some small villages and towns near the road.

Otherwise, it would not have been possible for so long, and no one had reported the existence of this tribe. It is impossible for the mountains to change with each passing day, but this tribe has always maintained such an ancient and primitive production and life.

(See Chapter 146 "Poison")