Maybe it was because there were too many of us. As soon as we entered the village, we were discovered by the people in the village. Everyone climbed down from the stilts and started to watch us as if we were watching a monkey show.

But I saw that all the Baiyue men were shirtless, revealing their dark and shiny muscles, while the women were wearing floral skirts, and their hair was filled with sparkling silver hairpins.

I have never been stared at by such a large group of men and women, and the way they looked at me was like curious babies, which made me feel uncomfortable all over.

But the fat man traveled all over the country and was used to seeing this kind of scene. He took out two pieces of chocolate from his backpack and stuffed them into the hands of several children: "Hello fellow villagers, thank you for your hard work, fellow villagers..."

Looking at the fat man's appearance, I wished that the villagers would respond by saying "Thanks to the leader for his hard work". Only then did he give in, so I gave him a hard kick and told him not to make a fool of himself.

I felt that this was not the way to go. Who knew if there would be any conflicts, so I asked a kind old man: "Fellow, is there a village chief in your village?"

"What did you say?" The old man looked a little puzzled.

I was about to ask louder, but the fat man pushed me away and cursed: "You stupid Dingdang, these people are indigenous residents at first glance. Where can I find the village chief? If you ask, it will be the clan leader and leader."

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After saying that, the fat man shook the old man's hand enthusiastically and said with a smile: "Old man, is your clan leader here?"

"Yes, yes, it's in the stilted building at the back..." the old man replied.

"Ding Dong, fifty-six ethnic groups and fifty-six flowers, do you think we should visit our compatriots from ethnic minorities?" The fat man touched his growling stomach, and then looked at me.

I know what the fat man means. He is greedy again and wants to get some game in the village to improve his food. However, we have just escaped from the blue-faced monster and have been driving through the mountain road for a long time. At this moment, some people are really tired!

Furthermore, we don’t know much about this place yet. If there are native Baiyue people to lead the way, it will definitely get twice the result with half the effort.

Thinking of this, I turned back to ask Uncle Ming for his opinion.

Unexpectedly, Uncle Ming wanted to go with me. He smiled slightly and said, "I was injured too badly. I should find a place to stay and take good care of myself."

Seeing that Uncle Ming and I both agreed, the fat man quickly took out his cigarettes and distributed them to the Baiyue residents who gathered around him: "Old man, we are a geological team sent by the country to measure the terrain of Lishan Mountain. We want to meet your clan leader.

, can you always lead the way?"

"well."

The old man nodded repeatedly, then hunched over and led us towards the largest stilted building.

To my surprise, after we revealed our identities, the onlookers did not leave. They were still following us in small groups, pointing at us, and speaking many indigenous words that we did not understand.

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There were also a few big men with tattoos, and their eyes glowed with a strange light when they looked at us!

I want to ask the boss, what are they talking about?

I don't know if it's my imagination, but I always feel that since entering the village, the old man's expression has become tense, as if he is carefully guarding against something, and several old poles behind him have put their hands on him intentionally or unintentionally.

On the handle of the knife.

Seeing me asking him, the old man took a long puff of dry cigarette and said: "These people should speak authentic Zhuang Dong language. This Zhuang Dong language can be traced back to the pre-Qin period and has almost been lost. If you are not a local, it would be difficult for you to speak."

Understand."

After hearing what the elder said, I couldn't help but start to worry. What if we meet the clan leader later and can't communicate?

But judging from the old man who showed us the way, there should be people in this village who understand Chinese.

The whole village is not big. We climbed up along the narrow path and soon reached the stilted building where the clan leader was.

It seemed that someone had notified the clan leader in advance. As soon as we arrived at the stilted building, an old man who was no different from a Han Chinese greeted us warmly.

He was so excited that he shook hands with us and said: "Welcome, welcome!"

We were not ashamed to pretend to be real experts and professors and started chatting with the old patriarch.

The fat man said in an official tone: "Fellow fellow, we are sent by the state to do a little investigation in Lishan Mountain! I didn't expect that the road in Lishan Mountain is so difficult. We have been lost in this mountain forest for four or five days, and we are almost hungry.

I feel dizzy. Today I finally met you, a group of warm and hospitable fellows."

Seeing that the fat man's intention to eat was revealed both in and out of his words, I glared at the fat man and signaled him not to go too far.

But when the old patriarch heard that we were hungry, he pulled a woman and said a lot of words that we didn't understand, and then the woman started working with the residents.

I didn't know what they were going to do, so I was thinking about how to bring the topic to the topography of Lishan Mountain. Unexpectedly, the old patriarch was very hospitable and insisted on dragging us up to the stilted building for tea.

Now that everyone has arrived, we climbed up to the three or four meter high stilt building one after another. A cup of fragrant tea unique to ethnic minorities went down our throats. It was refreshing and all the fatigue in our bodies disappeared.

The old patriarch told us that this fragrant tea is made from honey from the mountains and various wild flowers, and only distinguished guests can enjoy it.

When we were halfway through the tea, the old clan leader called on the clan members to bring us all kinds of food they had never seen before.

There are glutinous bamboo tube rice, fried badger seeds, spiced quail, etc.

When he saw so much food, the fat man immediately drooled with greed.

Uncle Ming coughed repeatedly and said: "Fellow, your reception is too rich, isn't it? How can we be so embarrassed?"

But the old patriarch waved his hands and said righteously: "Don't see outsiders, just treat this place as your own home! In the past, inspection experts passed by our place, and we always treated them like this."

Speaking of this, the old patriarch said to the two women carrying the dishes: "Quickly clear out a stilted building, clean it clean, put in brand new bedding, and let the experts live in a safe place tonight."

Seeing the plain and simple face of the old patriarch, I was deeply moved deep in my heart!

Although these isolated ethnic minorities have no culture, they are so sincere and kind, and are much better than those wolf-hearted guys in big cities.

We have been to many remote places and met many enthusiastic fellow villagers, but we have never seen the old patriarch so enthusiastic. We were all moved to tears. After all, some of us are tired and need time to repair ourselves.

one time.

I thought that I must give the old patriarch a little more money or daily necessities afterwards to repay his kindness.

At this time, the fat man shouted to us: "I said, have you had enough chatting? Fatty, I am almost fainting from hunger, what are you doing! Eat first, and chat while eating."

Looking at a large table of unnamed game, I was actually a little hungry, but after all, I was new here, so I couldn't be as shameless as the fat man, so I could only hold on. After looking at other people, I found that they were in the same situation as me.

The old patriarch noticed our embarrassment at a glance, laughed loudly and motioned for everyone to start.

As soon as he heard that he could finally eat it, the fat man was like a pig descending from the earth. He didn't care how ugly it looked, and he started gobbling it up. While grabbing the fried golden badger thighs that were dripping with oil, he said to us: "Eat this, eat this,

Delicious, delicious!”

I was also tempted by the fat man's words, so I also picked up some wild vegetables I had never seen before. To my surprise, the game in the mountains was indeed very fresh, with a unique taste and an indescribable crispiness.
Chapter completed!