That night, Gongliang was warmly received by the whole clan of the Mao tribe.

In the stone cave, the bonfire is bright, Gongliang and the head of the Maoren tribe Ah Da sit on the soft blanket, and several hairy hairy hairy girls are serving diligently.

In front of the bonfire, a group of red-haired hairy girls danced a hot dance, and their gestures were charming.

Maybe it was the courage to kill the round-scaled iguana that made the hairy girl fall in love with the Yanbe boy in front of her. One by one, they took advantage of the opportunity to dance, and kept scratching their heads and making gestures to Gongliang, showing off coquettishness. Some also took the opportunity to sweep their tails in front of Gongliang, and then twisted their buttocks and flew at him with a wink.

Gongliang looked cold, no, he didn't have pedophilia, even if there were pedophiles, he couldn't fall in love with them when he saw their long hair.

Another delicate hairy girl danced and moved her body over.

I saw her buttocks flicking, and her tail wagging gracefully in front of Gongliang, extremely graceful.

But the smell of monkeys wafting in the wind made the public who likes cleanliness feel sick, and I don't know how long these people haven't taken a bath.

Gongliang couldn't help but look at the Maoren clan chief for help, not expecting them to go down, only hoping that these girls would converge.

It's a pity that the patriarch of the Maoren tribe just persuaded him to drink with a smile, and he ignored the others completely, so he could only continue to endure it. Unexpectedly, these girls seemed to be interested, a wave of red long-haired girls went down, another group of golden long-haired girls came up, and then another group of snow-white long-haired girls hired Tingting, swaying and graceful figures.

In the hairy department, these girls may be one in a hundred, beautiful as flowers, and sinking fish and geese.

But in the eyes of Gongliang, it is no different from a monkey.

It's just that these long-haired girls in the hairy department have no self-knowledge at all, and they think they are fairy-like characters one by one, and they take the opportunity to dance and fiddle with countless means, just hoping to get his favor.

The so-called "men are good talents, women are young and young." It's human nature, what can be a good person?

So he could only endure it, endure it, endure it, he really couldn't bear it, and the next morning, he resigned to the head of the Maoren tribe.

The patriarch of the Maoren tribe was surprised: "I have to leave so soon, I don't want to stay for a few more days, I still want to take you to see the ten thousand kinds of fruit forests that my Maoren tribe has cultivated over several generations?"

Gongliang hurriedly made an excuse and said: "In another year, it will be the temple festival, I want to go there early, so as not to be unable to catch up when I get it." ”

The Maoren clan leader nodded and said, "Then you really have to go, since that's the case, I won't stop you." But since you saved my hairy department, my hairy department can't say nothing. Let's go, I'll take you to get some Wanguo wine made by my hairy department. Ah Da Wan, he took Gongliang and walked to the cave where the clansmen lived next to him.

There were no rules to follow in the holes dug by the Maoren themselves, some were outside, some were inside, and some were still deeper, twisting and turning, and after walking for a while, they came to a stone gate.

The place where the stone gate is located is also a stone cave, which is inhabited by Maoren people. If you don't look closely, you won't be able to see the existence of the stone gate.

Gongliang felt that this was indeed a very hidden place, and if it was used to hide things, it would not be possible to detect it at all.

A few of the Mao tribesmen who came with him stepped forward and pushed open the stone door, and the patriarch of the Mao tribe walked in with Gongliang, and inside was a wider stone room, and the corners were full of stone wine jars.

When we got here, we were far from our destination.

There was also a stone gate on the side, and the Maoren clan chief pushed open the stone door and continued to walk inside.

When they got here, they couldn't bring the torches in, and the people from the Maoren Department didn't continue to follow, only Gongliang and the patriarch Ah Da went in together.

Inside was also a stone room, with no oil lamps or torches, only white stones inlaid on the edge of the stone walls, emitting a glimmer of yellow light like moonlight. Gong Hao looked at it in surprise, but he didn't know what it was.

When the Maoren clan leader saw it, he said: "This is a moonstone, which can shine at night, but it can't last, and it has to be taken outside every once in a while to absorb the moonlight before it can be used again." ”

That's charging, and electric vehicles also need to be charged. Gongliang muttered in his heart.

There is a smell of fruit wine in the stone room, which is very strong, and if you listen carefully, you can hear a little ticking sound.

By the light of the moonstone, Gongliang saw a hole of about forty square meters in the middle of the stone chamber.

The roof of the cave is strangely carved into a semicircle that protrudes inward, like a round ball on one side, and in the middle of the ball, water constantly seeps out of the stone and drips into a stone wine jar below.

"This is Wanguo wine, every time the fruit is ripe, my hairy man will pick the fruit and throw it into the stone cave on the cliff above. These fruits are naturally cultivated in the cave, and over time they become ten thousand fruit wine. When the time comes, these wines will dip into the stone layer, dripping from the inside, and someone here will catch the jar, like this kind of wine, our Mao people can collect more than 20 jars a year, the taste is sweet but not greasy, mellow and rich, the color is like new honey, clear and transparent, it is very popular in various tribes, but it is not a rare thing. ”

After the head of the Maoren tribe finished, he took Gongliang to a stone staircase that went down an oblique slope to the right of the stone room.

On both sides of the stone steps, moonstones are inlaid at intervals, making the narrow stone path look bright.

Not long after walking, they came to a stone chamber about the size of the stone chamber in front of them, except that there were some clay wine jars on the side.

The environment and layout here are almost exactly the same as the previous ones, and there is also a hole in the middle, and a drop of liquid has been condensed on the half of the ball at the top of the hole, which has not been dropped for a long time.

The Maoren clan chief pointed to the liquid in the cave and said: "This is also Wanguo wine, but the taste is better than the previous ones, but the quantity is small, and you can only collect a few jars a year, which is relatively rare." ”

After a look, the Maoren clan leader took Gongliang to the right side of the room and walked down the stone steps diagonally.

After a while, they came to a stone chamber that looked like the one before. The room is the same as the front, there is a hole in the middle, and the half of the ball at the top of the hole is slightly wet, as if it is condensing something.

"This is also Wanguo wine, but it is different from the above two places.

The ten thousand fruit wine here is all my son Lang from the wilderness to pick all kinds of medicine and spirit fruit and put it in the stone cave above to breed, because they are all spirit plants, so not only the taste is mellow, the aura is also very amazing. In the upper part, compared with those agar jade liquids, it is not lost. It's just that this wine is rare, and after it is cultivated, it is filtered out of impurities by the beautiful jade in the stone layer by layer, leaving only the most quintessential part, and sometimes it may not be possible to get a jar in a few years. ”

Hearing the introduction of the patriarch of the Maoren tribe, Gongliang found that the stone in the cave was different from the other two, and it turned out to be a jade-like stone.

The Maoren tribal chief walked to the side, pushed open a stone door, and took out a wine jar from inside.

This jar is completely different from the ones above, it is completely carved from the ordinary jade in the cave, the whole body is clear, and through the brightness of the moonstone, you can also see the liquid flowing inside.

The chief of the Maoren tribe opened the wine jar, took out a jade spoon from it, lifted a little wine from it, poured it into a jade bowl, and invited Gongliang to taste it.

Gongliang took a sip, and suddenly felt a coolness fall into his stomach, feeling like eating ice cream in winter, his whole body was refreshed, his hair was comfortable, and he couldn't help but praise: "Good wine." ”

The Maoren clan chief touched his chin and beard and said, "Naturally, it is good wine, but it is very rare." Even if my Mao Ren Department has collected it for generations, it is only a hundred altars now. There are about thirty jars here, so put them away. I have nothing else to do, so I can only send you some home-brewed fruit wine, and I hope you don't dislike it. ”

"How is this going to work?"

Gongliang likes it very much, but this wine is obviously a valuable thing of the Mao Ministry, how can he be embarrassed to take it.

It's just that the head of the Maoren tribe is full of vigor and can't refuse, so Gongliang has to reluctantly accept it.

After taking their things, they went up. When he arrived at the stone room above, the patriarch of the Maoren tribe gave Gongliang another fifty jars of Wanguo wine, and when he reached the top, he sent one hundred jars.

Gongliang was a little embarrassed, he thought that he was just helping to kill a round-scaled iguana, and there was no need for this.

But for the Maoren clan leader, he saved the lives of their people. The people of the Great Wilderness who are pure to make up for their kindness have always been kind to repay their kindness, how can they not repay such a great kindness?

Moreover, when Gongliang came out of the ancestral land Yanbu, he will definitely go to the Great Yanbu in the future. He can come out of the kind of place where there is no aura in the ancestral land, and if he is a general person in the future, he will not believe in killing people. Therefore, to be able to make a friendship with a future elite of a big tribe and make a friendship at a weak time, with a little fruit wine, is nothing.

I had to, the Maoren clan chief thought deeply. (To be continued.) )

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