After Wang Shao shouted, the bald scoop and the four eyes also poked their heads in, and I asked them what was going on. Wang Shao stepped forward and hugged the chief's head, put his ear to his mouth and listened carefully for a while, then turned his head with a smile: "I heard it right, 'Valavatu', he said 'Valavatu'-

The fat man poked his head in from the other side: "Wow, what's it?" The old red hair is burned and confused? -

"'Valavatu' is an herb that is transliterated from the Yachuk language and is pronounced basically the same in Spanish. Translated into our Chinese, it means immortal medicine, that is, the fairy fruit often said in Chinese medicine-

I**, isn't that a lie? You also believe in the fairy story-

No, it's not apocryphal—a fiery glow burned in Wang Qingzheng's eyes,—the fruit of this plant I've seen before, the size of a baseball. In addition to the color almost unmistakably with the human eye. It is divided into four parts: eyelids, eyeballs, whites of the eyes, and kernels, the outermost eyelids of the fruit are orange-red, and the eyeballs are pure black, and the whites of the eyes are really as white as the whites of human eyes. The fruit of this plant grows in clusters, and we have pictures in our textbooks. From a distance, it looks like a string of human eyeballs hanging on a tree, which is very scary. However, it is said that this 'Valavatu' is very popular among the primitive tribes of the Amazon valley and is a natural elixir that can dissolve saprophytic muscles.

As soon as I heard that there was salvation, I asked them where they could get this elixir, and Wang Qingzheng said: "I have to ask himself, 'Hualawatu' is a holy medicine for the inhabitants of the Amazon Valley, and it has been kept secret for many years. Outsiders rarely know where this plant grows.

The bald scoop lay on the side of the chief's pillow and listened for a long time. He got up and said, "This guy is already burning." I don't quite understand what it means. It is only known that the herbs grow in the middle of the fast-flowing Amazon River, where there is 'Hualawatu', and there must be curly cypress around-

The curly cypress is a plant endemic to the Amazon basin, also known as the walking tree, which changes its form and migrates according to its surroundings. I've read some of them in nature textbooks, too. When the fat man heard that this was a walking tree, he was very curious: "This tree has no legs, can it still be refined?" -

"The curly cypress is a shrub plant, the equivalent of a tall weed, and when it wants to migrate, it rolls itself in a circle and can wander around whenever there is wind," Four-Eyes explains. When you reach a fertile place, spread out your branches and leaves to take root. Not really walking-

I said, "The coordinates he gave us are very clear, both in the middle of the river and in the middle of the cypress, which shows that the environment in which this fruit grows has certain limitations, probably on a land island in the center of the turbulence.

Bald Scoop nodded: "The nearby riverbank is narrower than the average riverbank, I saw several turbulences when I was patrolling just now, but I don't know if there is a land island in the middle of the river-

I picked up the guy and beckoned to the fat man and said, "Without further ado, the fat man and I will go find the elixir." You stay here - the bald scoop said that he was going too, but I decisively refused: "I understand that you have a heart, but the wound on your own head has not yet healed, and it is half a pound and eight taels with the chief." Or stay here and rest. We'll be sure to come back before dawn, and if we can't find the medicine, I'm sure you'll give him a ride-

The fat man and I hit the road with ropes and guns, as well as an empty backpack. The evening Amazon jungle is illuminated by a bloody sunset, and if Shirley Yang is there, he will surely exclaim God, and then take out his camera to record it properly. It's a pity that I didn't have the slightest leisure for tourism on this trip, but carried a fresh life on my shoulders. We shuttled through the rainforest for most of the day, walking close to the riverbank, and saw a lot of turbulent rapids, but we could not find any traces of curly cypress.

The fat man said: "That thing called fairy fruit has a lot of temper, and it has to be next to some broken cypress to take root, it is really a capitalist plant, rotten and repair-

I said, "There are a lot of symbiotic relationships like this in nature. There are many animals and plants in the jungle, and in order to spread their seeds on a large scale and strive for a favorable growth environment, plants have tried their best. For example, the curly cypress we are looking for will change its place of residence according to the changes in the natural environment, and it is a rare migratory plant. Other plants either have bright colors to attract birds and beasts and spread pollen seeds, or they are born with strong vitality and can survive in extremely harsh environments. This is not much different from how we are human beings. I don't think it's necessarily 'Wakavatu' that should stick to the cypress, and it's true that the cypress follows the 'Wakavatu', and you haven't heard that sentence, the tree is good for the shade-

The two of us walked for three or four hours, and seeing that the night was already shrouded in this dangerous land, we still didn't have the slightest clue about the fairy fruit. In order to travel light, we left most of our dry rations in the camp, and the fat man was already hungry and kept complaining to me. I said that in fact, my five internal organs temple is not comfortable, or let's go down to the river to touch two fish, feed our stomachs and have the strength to work. The fat man was addicted, saying that he had not lived this kind of wild life for a long time, and he missed the days when the smoke rose from the ground.

The humidity on the bank of the river was heavy, and it was not easy to light the firewood, and it burned for a long time and smoked a butt, almost killing us. In the end, I had to take out the alcohol stove that I had plucked from Qin Siyan. I asked the fat man, "You don't even have a gun with you, how do you remember the alcohol stove?" - He sharpened the branch with a dagger and said proudly: "It is enough for you to have a small pistol with you, the body is the capital of the revolution, people are iron, and rice is steel." Therefore, there is food to eat, there is a future. The alcohol stove is such an incisive tool for making rice, how could I fall -

I tried sharpening the branch and praised him: "Commander Wang is far-sighted, and I am convinced." Come, take over this revolutionary speargun, let's get on the road as soon as we are full, the compatriots in the third world are still waiting for us to bring the fairy fruit back to save our lives! -