Guide to Traveling through the Northern Song Dynasty.

Chapter 1108 1103 [Enthusiastic Natives]

The Australian aborigines are close relatives of the South Asian pygmies, and their genes are mixed from all over the world. Foreign races have been continuously infiltrating the country for tens of thousands of years.

For example, the Miao people in China...

In particular, the genes of the Denisovans account for more than 4% of the Aborigines in Australia.

Well, it should be called dragon gene.

Denisovans is at most a common name, with no scientific type specimen and lacking a taxonomic definition.

The Dragon Man has a formal name and a type specimen. It is a monophyletic group formed by the Dragon Man (Harbin ancient human skull), Xiahe Man, Dali Man, Hualongdong Man, and Jinniushan Man. Among them, the Xiahe Man is the Denisovan.

At this time in Australia, there were hundreds of Aboriginal tribes, more than 200 Aboriginal languages, and a total population of probably hundreds of thousands.

The large number of language varieties is mainly caused by the geographical environment.

Most of Australia is not suitable for human habitation, and hundreds of tribes are separated by many uninhabited areas. But while those languages ​​developed independently, they must have communicated and integrated, and some common words can be found across the island.

For example, the word kangaroo, pronounced “kan geru”, can be found all over the island and later became an English word.

Some Australian tribes have the tradition of cannibalism, and the reasons for cannibalism are varied. Some even specifically eat the deceased virtuous and respected people in the tribe, believing that eating them can inherit the wisdom and courage of the deceased.

Of course, most indigenous tribes do not eat people.

Li Bin led his men to slowly retreat, and only put down their weapons when they were at a safe distance.

The natives on the opposite side also put down their javelins, bows and arrows, and slingshots, and took the initiative to send people over to communicate.

Li Zuqia followed Wang Chongdu to join them.

Seeing the natives' friendly behavior, Wang Chongdu immediately said, "Lin Wu, you are the smartest. Go over and give it a try. Bring a prospector's shovel as a gift."

Then, Wang Chongdu said, "Bring a few Kunlun slaves from the ship. They look a lot like the people here. Remember to bring some food."

Today, there are more or less short black people in the Ming Dynasty fleet.

The short blacks were obedient, good at swimming, not afraid of death, and could do the most dangerous things in critical moments, especially when the hull was severely damaged, they would repair the cabins despite the crazy influx of seawater.

The mortality rate is extremely high!
The Fujian sailor named Lin Wu walked over with a small shovel in his hand.

When they were about three or four steps away, the native who was sent to communicate spoke in his native dialect, pointing to his companions from time to time, and occasionally pointing to the woods farther away.

Lin Wu said: "We are from Daming. Daming... Daming..."

The natives thought that "Da Ming" was Lin Wu's name, so they introduced themselves, pointing to their chests and saying, "Ding Gou (wild dog), Ding Gou."

Lin Wu looked at him for a while, guessed what he meant, pointed at him and said, "You... Ding Gou?"

"Ding Gou, Ding Gou."

The native was very happy, and then he lay on the ground, imitating the actions of the dingo, and even barked once or twice from time to time.

Lin Wu understood that he was imitating a dog, but he didn't understand why the other party was imitating him.

Suddenly, Lin Wu had an idea: "Ding Gou is a dog. Your name is Dog, right? There is also a custom in my hometown that a humble name is easy to keep, and even the God of Hell will not accept it."

The native pointed at himself and said "Ding Gou", then pointed at Lin Wu and said "Daming".

Lin Wu shook his head repeatedly: "My full name is Lin Furong, and I am the fifth in my family. My name is Lin Wu, not Daming."

The natives were a little confused.

Lin Wu could only point at himself: "I... Lin Wu." He then pointed to the direction of the sea: "Over there... Daming, we come from Daming."

After gesturing for a long time, the natives finally understood: the man in front of them was called Lin Wu, and he came from a tribe called Daming.

Lin Wu took out the shovel and dug the ground again, then handed it over with both hands.

The natives understood immediately that this was a gift from the Ming tribe.

He put away the small prospecting shovel, ran back excitedly, and demonstrated the digging effect to his tribesmen.

Nearly twenty natives gathered in a circle, watching the shovels digging the ground excitedly, and then burst into exclamations.

The leader of the hunting group took the small shovel and studied it carefully. Then he threw the shovel on the ground and poked it with his spear several times, breaking the stone spear tip.

The chief picked up the shovel and found no damage except for some marks.

He drew out the copper dagger from his waist again, hesitated for a long time, and finally gave up the fight.

This leader was quite simple and honest. He knew how to return the favor after receiving a treasure. He asked his companions to take out all the prey they had obtained today and throw them in front of Lin Wu one after another.

Then, he talked a lot for a long time, and he looked as if he was embarrassed for having taken advantage of him.

The man raised his hand and pointed to the east. Seeing that Lin Wu didn't understand what he was saying, he gradually became anxious and even tried to grab Lin Wu's hand.

Lin Wu took two steps back in fright.

The leader had no choice but to continue using body language to lead all the companions to walk east. After walking a few steps, he turned back, pointed at Lin Wu and said something, and then led his companions to walk east again.

Lin Wu finally understood: "You invited me to be your guest?"

The natives were still gesticulating.

Lin Wu ran back and reported: "I gave them a shovel, and they knew how to return the favor. They gave me a pile of game and invited me to be their guest."

“Excellent!”

Wang Chongdu was overjoyed and personally led people over to discuss the matter. The two sides gestured again.

Li Zuqia thought it was quite interesting, but he was also a little worried. He said to Gao Wenbao beside him: "This place is probably even more wild than Nanyang. There is no foreign country to be found. There are only a few native savages."

Gao Wenbao said: "Who knows how big this place is? There are both savages and states in the South Sea islands. Maybe if we look for it, we can find a small state here. The most important thing is whether we can find gold and silver mines!"

The two sides were still communicating, but the natives were getting a little impatient as Wang Chongdu had not yet visited the tribe.

Finally, the Kunlun slaves were brought in.

When the natives found someone with a similar skin color to theirs, they became even happier and came forward to talk to him.

Several short black people from Southeast Asia also communicated in their native language, but the two sides were speaking at cross purposes and could not understand each other.

But the aborigines didn't mind. There were too many languages ​​in Australia, and tribes farther away couldn't communicate with each other. They thought the pygmy blacks also came from a certain tribe and were allies of the white-skinned Ming tribe.

Wang Chongdu and others had been wandering on the sea for a long time and had been tanned quite a lot, but they were regarded as white people by the Australian aborigines.

The group was led by the natives to the east for more than ten miles, and finally saw some low earthen houses with roofs covered with something similar to thatch.

This tribe is not large and was split from a larger tribe further east.

The chief was a short and strong middle-aged man, accompanied by an old man who looked like a priest. They first checked the power of the shovel and learned about the contact process, and soon regarded everyone as honored guests and gathered the women to cook food.

The food was varied, including kangaroos caught yesterday and even a live crocodile.

The main cooking method is grilling.

Men and women came and went, all without clothes, but with various primitive patterns painted on their bodies. Some had tattoos.

The crew were already accustomed to it because they had encountered it in the South Pacific islands.

Including the Kunlun slaves, only more than 30 people came this time. Under Wang Chongdu's arrangement, they seemed defenseless, but in fact, there were always people holding weapons and on guard.

Li Zuqia was taken over to watch the cooking, and the indigenous woman next to him had two lumps dangling from her chest.

It's really a bit eye-catching.

A native quickly drilled wood to make a fire, and smoke began to appear in thirty or forty seconds, lighting a large amount of firewood in a shallow pit.

Next, the kangaroo that had been captured yesterday was brought over, stabbed to death and thrown into the fire without draining the blood.

With a crackling sound, the kangaroo's hair was ignited and a burnt smell filled the air.

“Just roast it and eat it like this?” Li Zuqia muttered.

Gao Wenbao said, "Who knows?"

Two more natives came carrying baskets filled with small stones. They also poured the small stones into the fire.

Soon, the kangaroo was dragged out of the fire.

The natives used pottery jars to pour water on the kangaroo, and then used stone knives to scrape the burnt fur off the kangaroo. When the fur was almost scraped away, they finally cut open the kangaroo's belly.

The chief personally cut off the kangaroo's heart and handed it to Wang Chongdu with a bloody heart, inviting the distinguished guest to taste it with a simple smile and expectant eyes.

Wang Chong couldn't understand what he was wearing, and muttered, "How the hell can I eat this?"

The chieftain naturally didn't understand what he was saying, so he demonstrated how to eat it himself. He pulled out his dagger, cut off a piece of the heart, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and handed the rest to Wang Chongdu.

Wang Chongdu cut off a piece and put it in his mouth, then quickly handed the rest to Li Bin.

Li Bin ate a piece with a bitter face and quickly handed it to Gao Wenbao.

One person passed it on to another, and everyone ate it together, leaving only a few main armed personnel untouched.

The remaining few internal organs were divided among the native warriors.

The offal such as kangaroo intestines were thrown far outside the tribe, and the hunting dogs would pounce on them and eat them.

The dingoes were probably brought to Australia by humans from Southeast Asia thousands of years ago. After becoming wild, they have become new dogs, and some of them have been domesticated by the indigenous people as hunting dogs.

The real cooking begins.

Pieces of red-hot stones were stuffed into the body cavity of the kangaroo with its internal organs removed. Some natives even sprinkled coarse sea salt and unknown spice-like plants into it.

They used sharpened branches to seal the kangaroo's stomach.

Then they flattened the unburned fire and threw back the kangaroo, which had its belly stuffed with hot stones and its hair shaved off, and then used sticks to dig and scoop with broken pottery to cover the entire kangaroo with charcoal.

This was not the end. More natives brought soil and covered the kangaroo and the charcoal completely.

Various prey were being grilled nearby. One crocodile had been roasted black and was thrown on a big rock.

In the evening, a bonfire was lit.

Kangaroos were also dug out and some natives were cutting them up with knives.

The natives began to dance around the campfire, with some people beating drums for accompaniment. Men, women and children all sang and danced.

To be honest, apart from the lack of salt, these barbecues are not particularly bad.

The same goes for kangaroo meat. Although it has a bit of a smell, thanks to the special cooking method, it has plenty of juice and tastes good.

It's a pretty normal primitive tribe, not as scary as portrayed by Western colonists.

(End of this chapter)