The men on the opposite side were very short, almost naked except for the key parts. Tawny complexion, flat and wrinkled face, prominent cheekbones, and small eyes.

The hair on the head is black and curly, and at first glance, it is impossible to determine the age of the person, and the highest black baby should be less than one meter and a half.

The men who emerged from the jungle just looked at them curiously.

Yuan Wenjie and the others looked at these people, and immediately remembered the natives they met on the island where they first landed.

Several people looked at each other, hesitated and remembered for a moment, and greeted them in the indigenous language they had learned on Emerald Island.

"Hello! Have you eaten it?" Qin Ke used Bai Ling for nothing in this move, but the other party did not react.

"Friends, friends, we are good friends from Great Xia!" Yuan Wenwu was not to be outdone, and also began to make moves. Not only did he speak, but he also began to gesture, patting his chest and high-fives with both hands.

When Yuan Wenwu was defeated, Zhao Leiting, Lu Shaoting, Han Kuangyuan, Miao Shujian, and Pei Jiesun took turns to fight.

Unlike the Han Han on that emerald island, these people are still dumbfounded, just looking at them, not to mention the native language that responds to you, the sign language is all wooden.

Apathy, extreme indifference!

Today is the team led by Heiwa and Gao Huaiyu, the teenagers can't handle it, and they adults won't be much better, Heiwa simply didn't do other actions, just look at the excitement of the teenagers.

The two sides were at a stalemate for a while, and seeing that these outsiders did not make any further moves, the natives left directly, leaving them with a few curly heads.

"Ah, maybe the natives here are not the same race as the last time we met. They don't understand anything, and they look like they're going to learn a new language again, my mother."

Qin Ke complained bitterly, although his language talent was not bad, but he was going to learn one thing in one place, he, he was afraid that he would have to learn it.

"Hey, they're too short, do you see the wrinkles on their faces? The folds on my eighty-year-old grandmother's face are deeper!" Lu Shaoting is like discovering a strange thing, his height is afraid that he can top one and a half of others, and his height is full of superiority.

"The point is, they actually ignore us, the natives of Emerald Island treat us as messengers of the gods!" Yuan Wenwu was indignant, he was also an indigenous, how could there be such a big gap in his attitude towards them?

"Hehe, I guess the natives here don't believe in the gods!" Qin Ke is arrogant, there are no friends he can't make well, and these natives don't know him well enough.

Heiwa ignored these boys, and after discussing with Gao Huaiyu and them, she felt that since there were people nearby, they could camp by the lake.

The group walked for so long, and when they saw that the locals finally had some gains, they rushed back to the camp with everyone.

Not far from their camp, in the upper reaches of the lake, lives the largest tribe of the Khoisans, the Jungle Tribe, with more than 10,000 people.

They chose the widest river upstream, built thatched huts on both sides of the river, and migrated from afar for more than ten years.

The place chosen is very geographically advantageous, the upstream river water is very clear, you only need to walk for half a day to go to the lake to fish, the fish in the lake are abundant and easy to catch.

The jungle for hunting is also not too far away, gathering grass seeds and digging up plant roots on both sides of the river.

The reason why they don't live by the lake is that there are many fierce beasts that come and go to the lake to drink water, and secondly, they are also afraid of the crocodiles in the lake, whose teeth are so sharp that they can bite their adults to death.

Amu, the chief of the jungle tribe, is only in his thirties, and he can already be regarded as a relatively long-lived person in the tribe. He had more than twenty wives and bore him more than forty sons and more than ten daughters.

Thirty of the sons have reached adulthood (the Khoisan are considered to be of majority at the age of fourteen). The son gave birth to a son, and the whole family had nearly 200 people, which was also the most populous family in the tribe.

The jungle tribes are collective hunter-gatherers

Degree, and then the food was distributed by Chief Amu, who was a rare and just person who took good care of the elderly and children in the tribe.

Every time he hunted, his family's more than 30 adult sons were the main force, and their hunting team only caught a lot of prey at noon today.

Amu's eldest lady is arranging for the rest of the women in the family to barbecue, and the meat of the antelope is to be eaten while it is fresh.

Their twelve-year-old son, Aman Lin, came back out of breath with a group of boys, and said to the chief:

"Father, father! There are many, many outsiders here, and they are all so tall, taller than all of us!"

Amanlin said and gestured, where is there a wooden man who will meet strangers, and the little one dances hand in hand, and depicts the excitement of his father and family.

"Where did the outsiders come from? Are they here to rob us of our prey?" Chief Amu is not afraid at all, the men of their tribe have the strongest combat effectiveness, and they have the most harvest every time they hunt, and they have never suffered a loss in a fight with several surrounding tribes.

"The hair is black, black and long, and the face is much whiter than ours. Well, they are dressed in skins from top to bottom, and I don't know what kind of prey's skin!" Ammanlin looked so carefully that he didn't even let go of the objects they wore on their feet.

"Their tribe must be very rich, they don't have sticks and stone axes, they don't look like they're here to hunt, and they don't understand what they're saying!" All those outsiders who have witnessed it with Amanlin said that Amanlin was right.

"Well, outsiders are outsiders, don't get too close to them." Amu was both a chief and a wise man of the tribe, and he rubbed his royal battle in his hand, calmly and calmly, and told the children to watch from afar.

In the camp, the soldiers skillfully set up their tents, and the first formal meeting began after the triumvirate disembarked.

"Uncle, is this a whole thing?" Gao Huaiyu was angry at the ignorance of the natives, and he had the intention of hitting someone's door if he didn't agree with him.

"We are guests from afar, and the guests should visit the lord's house and prepare gifts!" Heiwa is not an enemy of the natives as soon as he comes up, he has no natural penchant for killing.

"These natives look poor too, uncle, where can they afford these good things of ours!" Gao Huaiyu thought that Zhongqinbo wanted to use the act of giving gifts to trade with the natives.

"You forgot those emeralds? They are worthless here, can you say they are not our treasures?"

"The old man agrees with the uncle's statement, they have all come, and they have to meet the leaders of these tribes, right?" In Huang Shangshu's heart, Zhongqinbo has never done anything unreliable, as long as Zhongqinbo supports it, he will not object.

This Gao Huaiyu is not easy to deny, and he is patient and lets the soldiers choose gifts.

While instructing, he muttered, "What do these people know about embroidery, porcelain and tea? Exchange some of the cheapest fabrics with the shippers, alas, and they don't wear clothes, thanks to our men and women."

Heiwa couldn't cry or laugh, Gao Huaiyu's virtue of watching people cook is really unbelievable.

More than 30,000 people frightened, and the animals around the camp were so frightened that they hid far away, and even the crocodiles, which had always been domineering, dived into the mud at the bottom of the lake, feeling that these two-legged beasts were much more dangerous than the previous ones.

On a calm night, Heiwa slept and snored with her cubs.

On the second day, Heiwa took the prepared gifts, took a few teenagers, and walked with Qing Yi and Qing Er all morning before finding Chief Amu and their jungle tribe.

Before they could get close to the largest thatched hut, they were surrounded by a group of natives, preventing them from moving forward.

But this time, even if several teenagers were hoarse when they spoke, the other party did not give them a response, and several people cried and lost their faces in diplomacy again.

Heiwa couldn't help laughing, he took the basket that Qing Yi was carrying, took out dried apricots from it, and stuffed them into the hands of the natives who were watching them.

He also smiled and demonstrated to them, threw the dried apricots into his mouth and chewed them, making a feeling of enjoyment.

"It's delicious, it's so sweet!"

At first, several natives only looked stupidly at the dried apricot, and only hesitated when they saw someone put it in their mouths and make a pleasant sound

Ate one.

As they ate, their little eyes widened, and they were bold enough to stretch out their hands to beg for it.

"Don't worry, don't worry, it's all there, it's all there!"

Heiwa smiled like a wolf grandmother, and sent all the people around him to the three layers and the outer three layers in place, thinking: Can I, the snack diplomacy, knock on the door of your house.

It wasn't until he cleaned the basket of dried apricots and let the group see his empty basket that it gradually dispersed, well, no longer stopping them.

Qin Ke was dumbfounded: "This is eating people's soft mouths?" A basket of dried apricots is so good? These guys are probably close relatives of the natives of Emerald Island, right? I'm afraid it's a bit insufficient!

When the words were closed, Heiwa knocked a brain breakdown: "Don't be weird, you will deal with these people in the future, bring more food!" I also hope that these living treasures will learn the indigenous language soon, and these will be used as tuition.

Chief Amu saw Heiwa and his party at the door of his house, and he was noncommittal about his behavior, his eyes were calm, and the folds on his face were four or five layers.

Until Heiwa walked up to him, put her hand on her heart, and bent down to salute him.

Heiwa: Hey, I don't know what the rules are here, in the past on TV, Westerners saluted like this, and I don't know if this set of etiquette is good in the natives?!

Chief Amu finally had a little expression on them outsiders: Well, this guy doesn't look like a bad guy, what kind of skin is he wearing? I wear it on my feet, too! Isn't he hot? If you chase prey while hunting, this guy on your feet, it won't get in the way?