The old man smiled bitterly and said:

"It's not fragrant wood, but it's more precious than fragrant wood. ”

After the old man finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong, so he added:

"We lit the fire, not to set ourselves on fire. ”

This is strange to me, it is not fragrant wood, let alone something like dried fruit, if it is, he has already taken it out, it seems that my previous guess is wrong, the food is not edible.

Seeing that we don't know anything, the old man explained:

"Compared with other tribes, the red-haired dinosaurs of the Ding Ding tribe have a special hobby......"

When he said this, he coughed a few times, and instead of immediately picking up what he had just said, he picked up a bamboo from the ground - to be precise, it was a bamboo tube, about two meters long, and the middle knots were all opened.

He continued:

"This thing, we call it a bucket, is also our unique tool. ”

I disagree with this, because when it comes to the use of bamboo, whether it is when I was a child or when we make weapons in the Pharyngeal tribe, we can't do without it, and there is nothing clever about such a bamboo tube called a bucket, but what is it used for, which is of interest to me.

"Have you ever heard of Niko's hook?" asked the old man.

I haven't heard of it, look at Zhu Dinghong and Xiaoya, they also shook their heads, and Tian Dou was even more indifferent. I thought, for no reason, maybe this is the leader of a certain era of the Ding Ding tribe or the red-haired dinosaur who has made the contribution of the sweat dragon.

The old man, seeing that we did not know, continued:

"Nikoyigou is a grass with erect stems, leaves like banana leaves, seeds like sand, and green when young. When cooked, it turns yellow. It can refresh the mind, repel mosquitoes and flies, and make friends all over the world......"

The old man said it naturally, and a sense of pride jumped on his face, and his facial features, limbs, internal organs, and souls seemed to be infiltrated by this pride, and the listener and viewer would spontaneously have a sense of curiosity and even jealousy.

The old man stopped abruptly at this point. After a few quick steps to the side, a few mouthfuls of phlegm, and then, as if he had lifted a heavy load, the soles of his feet were much lighter, and he walked up to us again and spoke.

"A nico hook is a good thing," he said, "no matter how sleepy you are, just take a sip." Sleepless......"

I was a little puzzled, so I asked:

"Are we sucking its juice?"

When I was a child, I watched mosquitoes suck the juice of animals or plants, and that kind of concentration, that kind of forgetfulness, even made me forget that it is a pest and can't bear to hurt it.

"No," said the old man, "not juice. It's smoke, you know? It's smoke from the plant after it's burned. Use this bucket to catch it and suck it into your stomach. ”

The old man showed me the bamboo tube called the bucket.

This bucket may have been used for a long time, one end has been burned to the point that the true color of the bamboo can not be seen, and it is blackened by smoke, and the other end has left a few deep tooth marks, probably because it is always in the mouth. When I got it, a very unpleasant smell emanated from the bucket. And a drop of black viscous liquid came out of it, almost dripping onto my body, and as soon as I dodged, the liquid happened to drip right onto a flying fly, and the fly fell to the ground. The leg stretched a few times, and then it didn't move.

"Is this a 'donkey'?" I asked, alarmed. I've heard of a very poisonous liquid called "donkey", it is said that licking it will kill you, and the red-haired dinosaur called solving the immediate difficulties in the wrong way, regardless of the serious consequences, "drinking the donkey to quench thirst".

"This thing is indeed poisonous, but it is not a doom," said the old man, "and the smoke of Niko has passed through the pipe, and over time it has formed this oily thing. ”

"What do you do with this kind of thing?" I asked.

"Scrape it out with thin pieces of bamboo and bury it in the ground. The old man said.

"Don't you wash with water?" because I think that it may not be possible to scrape clean with bamboo chips, and it is better to wash them with water.

"You can't wash it with water," said the old man, "and that would pollute the water source, whether it's a red-haired dinosaur or any other animal that could be poisoned if they drank that kind of water, so there are special places for discharging this kind of stuff in the Ding Ding tribe." ”

I don't want to ask how to deal with these things, because I feel uncomfortable when I see it, and since the Ding Ding tribe has rules, then their handling must be more reasonable.

I still don't understand one thing, since these poisonous liquids can gather in the bucket, then these smoke will not gather in our bodies?

Old man says:

"No, the fight is dead, the red-haired dinosaur is alive. Living creatures eat, drink, and sleep with Lazar, have you ever seen dead creatures eat, drink, and sleep with Lazar? No, I mean, living creatures can excrete poison, it doesn't accumulate in the body. As the saying goes, 'flowing water does not rot', you should understand this truth. ”

The old man may have talked too much at once, and coughed a few times in a row.

"You said it was a plant called Niko, and you burned it and smoked it, right?" I said, roughly figuring out what it meant.

"That's right. Seeing that I understood, the old man said with a smile.

"And are you sucking the stems, leaves, flowers, roots, or fruits of this plant?" I asked again.

"The main thing is the leaves," said the old man, "the roots, stems, flowers, fruits, and seeds are also fine, because they affect its reproduction, so we generally only collect its leaves, because after collecting the leaves, new leaves can grow, and cutting grass and roots will inevitably affect future use." ”

After a short time, the conversation with the old man gave me a good understanding of the Ding Ding tribe, which is a tribe of wisdom, they have unique opinions, have special hobbies that are different from other tribes, and treat other tribes as the fire energy of the flood beast between applause, take it from nature but do not cut the grass and roots, produce poison and know how to deal with it, and have such wonderful answers to questions, which really makes me admire.

Zhu Dinghong and I both wanted to see how they smoked Niko, and the old man complained:

"It's a pity that this pit is burning brightly, and we have just thrown all the Niko-hook leaves into it, and when we were about to suck it, you destroyed it, even if you come a little later, let us take a small sip." ”

I saw a strange expression on the old man's face, I can't describe it, it was a kind of **, or a kind of longing, his nose was twitching, his mouth was piercing, his eyes were squinting, and his eyelids were picking up and up. (To be continued.) )