Lu Ming

Chapter 217 Contact Type N

After a hasty night, the people on board began to get up and prepare before dawn.

Today is the most critical day.According to Pan Mingzhong's speculation, the nearby natives are very likely to come to contact the crossing people today, not tomorrow at the latest.

As for whether it is a pig contact or a tentative contact, no one can guess.The people on the Yuandou can only remain unchanged and adapt to all changes, hurry up and repair a wall before we come out.

Wooden walls were built very slowly.Even for a small fort, an internal area of ​​three to four hundred square meters is still needed, so most of the working hours today are spent on wall repairs: leveling the land, digging trenches, smashing logs
These working wires can't help, because the Yuandou can't carry so many construction machinery, except for sharpening wood, the rest can only be done by a little bit of manpower.

So the whole morning, everyone spent in tamping wood.These logs with a sharp end and a height of only 1.8 meters have not been treated. After being bundled into a wall, the wall will be deformed due to the evaporation of moisture in the wood after a while.

But these problems are not a problem at the moment.The top priority of the exploration team is to gain a foothold here, the so-called golden three days.As for the future, as long as it can stand firm, the fort will naturally be expanded one after another, and the inner wall will be demolished soon.

After a busy morning, Pan Mingzhong saw that the wall was only a third completed, so he knew that today was a dead end, and he had to go back to the boat to sleep at night.Fortunately, so far, the sentry has not found any natives in the shooting area, which made Pan Mingzhong feel a little more relaxed: "Maybe the natives rarely come to this area?"

With mixed feelings of joy and sorrow, Pan Mingzhong ordered to call it a day and have dinner.After hearing the order, everyone immediately dropped their tools and gathered around the two large iron pots, happily waiting for the meal.

The next moment, Cao Cao came.

Pan Mingzhong, who had just sat on the ground, got up from the ground when he heard the sentry yell: "There is a situation in the south!" He picked up the AK and looked south.

To the south is the direction of the embankment.

What caught Pan Mingzhong's eyes at this moment were two figures standing by the embankment about 200 meters away.When he picked up the binoculars and took a closer look, he realized that it was a man and a woman.These two figures are one tall and one short, completely naked. The woman is still a child, about seven or eight or nine years old. The man is a little older, about twelve, three or four years old—this is what Pan Mingzhong guessed, from the primitive aborigines. Age is completely different from later generations.

"Lao Ning, go to the machine gun nest!" Pan Mingzhong started sweating profusely as soon as he saw the figures of the two children, he picked up the walkie-talkie and gave orders: the younger one is here, will the older one be far behind?

"Already in place, OVER!" Ning Wei's answer came quickly from the walkie-talkie.

"Everyone be alert, Lei Jian, Lei Jian, observe quickly!"

"I'm watching!" Lei Jian, who was not far away, was holding a large infrared viewer, aiming at the surrounding dense forest to search carefully.

There was a reason why Pan Mingzhong was so nervous. Now was the time when the camp's defenses were at their weakest.

The Yuandou was located on the water below the river bank, so Ning Wei in the machine gun nest had poor vision—he couldn't see what was going on above the river bank.Unless the enemy rushed down the river bank from the river bank, the heavy machine gun in his hand could be effective.

But Pan Mingzhong and the others were in a very awkward position at this time: the camp backed by the river bank was now like a gossip formation, with a few scattered sections of wooden pile walls leaking everywhere, which could not provide protection at all.Moreover, there are no heavy weapons on the shore, only a few AKs and a few [-]s. If a large number of savages suddenly rush out, things will be troublesome.

It turns out that someone was overthinking.

After Lei Jian scanned the woods with his instrument in detail, he told Pan Mingzhong clearly: there are no large numbers of enemies, only those two native children who came out of nowhere nearby.

"Huh..." Pan Mingzhong let out a sigh of relief, then ordered to strengthen the vigilance, and the rest continued to eat.

After giving a series of orders, he first fumbled a few times from his canvas hiking bag, and then walked along the embankment to the two children.When the distance between the two sides was about 30 meters, Pan Mingzhong stopped. Because the boy had already grabbed the girl's hand at this time, and he looked like he was about to get out of the way.

So Pan Mingzhong threw the candy in his hand.

The candies are purchased from the city of Fuzhou, including sweet-scented osmanthus and sesame candies.Pan Mingzhong first showed the candies wrapped in red paper in his hands to the two children, and then waved his hand, and the candies flew over.

Seeing a piece of red falling not far ahead, the skinny, dark-skinned little boy hesitated for a moment, then jumped forward and grabbed the piece of candy from the grass.

The next moment, Pan Mingzhong held up the candy in his hand, peeled off the red paper, and demonstrated to the two children how to eat candy.

The boy quickly stuffed the candy into his mouth.

After chewing a few candy bars, the boy smiled.Then he took the candy out of his mouth and stuffed it into the mouth of the little girl who looked up at him.

Children are always deceitful.

When there was only the last piece of candy in Pan Mingzhong's hand, he had already led the two children to him like a puppy.

The next moment, Pan Mingzhong stretched out his hand with a smile, and after a moment of hesitation, the boy also slowly stretched out his hand and took the piece of candy from Pan Mingzhong's palm.

After the uncle wins the children's trust, he can take them to see the goldfish, no, it's the iron pot.The two friends were then led to the camp, sat on a piece of wood next to the iron pot, and began to babble with the smiling uncle.

Although the uncle didn't understand what the two children said from the beginning to the end, he at least figured out one thing: the child's name.

These two are obviously brothers and sisters. The elder brother is called Tagan, and the younger sister is called Tanan.

Brothers and sisters Tagan and Tanan soon tasted the first bowl of venison soup soaked in rice in their lives.Primitives did not have iron pots, so they always skewered their prey and roasted them, wrapped the grains with plant leaves, or packed them in bamboo tubes and stewed them.

The Qiao family brother and sister received preferential treatment in the camp today.Not only did they eat boiled meat, but each of them got a windbreaker. In fact, it was the indigo gown worn by ordinary workers. Putting it on the two of them, it became a windbreaker, covering at least the knees.

After that, when Pan Mingzhong sent the two of them away, he hung a cloth bag on Tagan: inside was a small bag of salt, a glass ball, a small porcelain bowl, and a piece of sugar.

The next step is to wait anxiously.

It has been confirmed that there are native villages around, and now it is just waiting for them to come to the door.What was different from before was that the side of the traversers who had released their good intentions felt more or less relieved, and they were no longer in fear all the time.

At around four o'clock in the afternoon, a large number of natives finally appeared amidst the sound of warning sentries.

There were about 200 indigenous warriors holding spears, and they slowly came out of the woods.These people are no different from their relatives in Tainan and Taipei. They are also naked, and they also wear various trinkets around their necks. Some of them still wear corks on their ears and lips. The style is really primitive.

And Comrade Pan Mingzhong, who saw this scene, couldn't help but be delighted: the natives have no pigs, and he has already seen the Tagan brothers and sisters walking in the front row.

"Very well, it looks like they didn't come to fight." Pan Mingzhong said with a smile to Lei Jian beside him.Then he yelled to the team members who were already waiting in full battle behind him: "Attention everyone, don't shoot without my order!"

When the large group of natives came to a distance of only 50 meters from the camp, they finally stopped, which made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.The next moment, the old way of contact was performed again: three leaders who looked like came out, and met Pan Mingzhong in the middle of the field.

It was supposed to be a very historic and solemn touch, but in fact the whole process was lacklustre—because there was no translation.

The natives here in Miaosu belong to the valley population, and they are pure natives.Their language is not the Austronesian language of Dayuan's side, and it is obviously different from that of their relatives in Taipei. Therefore, the translator brought by Yuandouhao this time can only understand less than 10% of the local words.

What if there is no translation?Only use the most primitive way to talk.

The leader of the natives was a man with loose skin, wrinkled face, old and ugly.After he came over, he first danced and danced. At the same time, the old man uttered an aria-like ballad.

After the awkward dance, the old man seemed very happy to see Pan Mingzhong imitating his last move and posing with his hands spread out.

Then the old man took out the cloth bag that Pan Mingzhong had given to the little boy, and after taking out the small bag of salt and saying something, a strong soldier behind him threw a small black bear skin at Pan Mingzhong's feet.

Everyone knows this action, so soon everyone started bartering under the auspices of an interpreter who learned the local language on the spot.

The natives here don't have much to trade with.They don't have sulfur, and there are not many furs: the seniors will consciously dry their furs and store all their furs for trading, but the raw ones here obviously don't have this concept.

But it doesn't matter.In Pan Mingzhong's view, as long as the natives are willing to trade, everything will be fine.

Before evening, the outsiders had exchanged salt, cloth, glass beads, and rough china bowls for all the goods of the natives: fur, dried meat, and millet.

After seeing some native warriors returning home with salt and cloth on their backs, Pan Mingzhong knew that the other party's wariness had dropped a lot, so he then took out the tried-and-tested ultimate trick to pass through the multiverse: treat guests to dinner.

Few natives are calm in the face of a large iron pot, especially when they eat stew with enough seasoning.

After the old chief had finished drinking the viscous broth in a porcelain bowl, the main event finally came: the next moment, the two sides began to use gestures to discuss one thing, the iron pot for land.

It's like Redmaid trading a glass ball for a Manhattan.

(End of this chapter)