Cultivation little Taoist

Chapter 1024 Local Natives
Ye Feng's actions slapped Wei Manyun and Tony hard.

You toast, I will not drink.

The fat man clinked glasses, and I drank it down.

Wei Manyun's pretty face turned red with anger, and Tony even slapped the table and shouted sharply, "Why!"

"why?"

Ye Feng put the cup on the table amusedly, "Because you are not worthy to drink with me."

What about the role of my majestic Maoshan celestial master and the role of drinking with Yama, these sons and chaebols?
Not really worthy of a glass of wine.

But Fatty is his first friend after going down the mountain. For friends, he can drink as many cups as he likes.

But for this group of people, Ye Feng didn't even want to drink a glass of wine.

"You!" Tony was already out of anger. If Wei Manyun hadn't treated Ye Feng with courtesy, he might have exploded already.

Wei Manyun waved his hand, calming Tony down.

In her opinion, Ye Feng must be young and frivolous to ascend to the position of celestial master at such a young age.

It's just a glass of wine, there's no need to make a fuss, after all, grandpa told himself before leaving the house that such a good gun must be put to good use.

Wei Manyun smiled, returned to his seat, and took the initiative to drink a glass of wine with Tony, which made Tony's face bloom with a smile.

This turmoil is over, but Tony and Wei Manyun have remembered Ye Feng in their hearts.

On the second day, these Land Rover vehicles traveled day and night, and finally arrived at the small town near Titama Village before the next day's dark. In the civilized town, he still showed his determination and vowed to protect Miss Wei Manyun to the death.

It didn't matter to Wei Manyun, as more people entered the rainforest, he felt more at ease.

Only Ye Feng sneered, how can the extreme environment of the rain forest be able to bear it?

I had a rest that night, and the next day I went on foot to Titama Village, an indigenous village only two kilometers away from the Amazon jungle.

The closer you get to Titama Village, the more obvious the changes in vegetation. Everyone has entered the tropical rainforest climate in eastern Peru. This is the upper reaches of the Amazon River. It is a foothills and alluvial plain. It is hot and rainy all year round. dilute.

According to Wei Changgong, Titama Village was the last supply station with traces of human activities before they entered the Amazon rainforest.

"Brother, this kind of local aborigines rarely see outsiders, so we must keep a low profile and not disturb the lives of the locals.

These people are so public, I'm afraid they will suffer. "Xia Shihan whispered to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng shrugged, "It's good for these young masters to suffer a little, so as not to be a burden after entering the jungle."

The fat man also secretly chuckled: "These young masters are really just like Wei Manyun's dogs!

I didn't expect foreigners to be good at licking dogs! "

"As long as they are human, as long as they have human nature, they are all the same." Ye Feng said lightly.

As soon as he entered Titama Village, Ye Feng saw what the real primitive aborigines were like.

The clothes these people wore were like the prehistoric humans seen in museums. Regardless of men, women, or children, they all wore fig leafs woven from plant roots. Their skin was bright red, and their bodies were covered with tattoos.

Seeing people entering the village swaggeringly, and those young masters showed their dog-licking instincts to the extreme, each of them acted as bodyguards, paving the way for Wei Manyun.

Wei Manyun didn't care, and just asked his subordinates to retreat to the rear first.

These primitive aborigines showed fearful wonder one by one, and they avoided them one after another, running towards the largest tent in the center of the village.

The camel-hair flag covered with a hood made of wood and dry grass.

That should be the sign of the native chief.

As they walked, the young masters suddenly stopped in their tracks. Ye Feng looked forward and saw that the outside of the big tent was full of aboriginal men with black totems all over their bodies. Everyone held a thin wooden pipe that looked like a flute in their hands, and the mouths of the pipes were all aimed in our direction.

It's obvious, it's a dart.

This kind of blow dart is very powerful. It is covered with neurotoxins made from plants, and it can kill a leopard in the bush with one arrow.

"It's just a bunch of aborigines. I've prepared for it. Miss Manyun doesn't need to panic." Tony said, and ordered his subordinates to bring a lot of wool and penicillin. When the aborigines saw these, their eyes lit up and they all put them down. Blow dart in hand.

"Hey, it seems that this young master has some skills!"

The fat man said in surprise.

"After all, they are considered locals, so it's normal to know these things.

I see that this village is so close to the town, and it also has its own cultivated land. I guess it lives by hunting more often. It must send people to the town regularly to exchange the hunted animals for daily necessities. It must have some contact with modern society. "

Ye Feng said lightly, sure enough, the old chief came over and grabbed Tony's hand tightly, and Tony looked at Ye Feng with a proud face, and at the same time asked Wei Manyun for credit.

Wei Manyun had a calm expression on his face, as if he didn't take this seriously at all.

Before Tony came, he was well prepared. He invited a person in the town who knew the local language to communicate with the aborigines, and the chief led everyone into the tent.

The chief's tent is very spacious inside, comparable to a large yurt.

The layout inside is very simple, full of skulls of various beasts, and colorful camel hair knots, which are a bit like the New Year knots hung during the New Year in the north.

The Incas did not have their own text, and their information was recorded by knotting a cotton thread called "Qipu". This "Qipu" was made of camel or alpaca wool, and was tied with different knots on the main thread. Ropes of different colors, and then string densely packed auxiliary threads on the main rope.

Each color represents a different meaning, such as red for the army, yellow for gold, white for silver, and green for food.

The number of knots also represents different numbers, such as 10 for a single knot, 20 for two knots, and 100 for a double knot.

In the National Museum of the United States, there is a huge spectacle found from the ancient Inca country, with thousands of knots on it. According to the interpretation of experts, it is found that it is an agricultural report that records the grain production of the ancient Inca country in that year.

It is said that when the Spanish invaders captured Cusco, the first thing the local residents rescued was not the gold that could be seen everywhere, but the strange spectrum hanging on their waists. These knots woven with wool were the most important in the eyes of the Incas. private wealth.

The tribal chief is a shriveled old man. He wears a huge red feather headdress on his head, a thick stone necklace around his neck, and a colorful qipu around his waist. He sits cross-legged in the middle of the tent, holding a pair of deep Sunken brown eyes stared at them calmly.

The leading indigenous brave men entered the tent one by one, and then stood in a circle around the old man, surrounding Ye Feng and others in the middle.

What they stepped on was a carpet made of leopard skin and camel wool, which showed the incomparably lofty status of the shriveled chief in front of him in the tribe.

The translator took a lot of money from Tony, and explained to everyone at this time: "This chief is called Qipu Kamaya, which means the custodian of knots in Quechua.

In the ancient Inca, not everyone was qualified to touch the Qipu dedicated to the Sun Clan, that is, the royal family. A competent Qipu Kamaya could distinguish the content on the Qipu just by touching his fingers like a blind person.It has a supreme status in the hearts of ordinary people.

According to folklore, the Royal Miracle Book was woven by the sun god Inti himself, and it recorded the major events that would happen in the Inca Empire every year. Therefore, the Royal Miracle Book Kamaya is also called the "Servant of God".The old man in front of us is a descendant of the Royal Qipu Kamaya. "

After the translator finished speaking, he spoke to Chief Kamaya again in an awkward language that sounded like he was about to bite his tongue off.

The shriveled chief didn't respond at first, but later on, his expression became more and more relaxed, and in the end he almost laughed like a little daisy in the wind and rain.

While talking to the interpreter, he patted his thigh, and the indigenous warriors around Ye Feng and the others suddenly seemed to go crazy, dancing around us while patting his thigh.

"Damn it, shouldn't it be some pre-meal exercise?
I heard that there are cannibal tribes in the Amazon! " said the fat man in a low voice.

Ye Feng shook his head: "This place is so close to modern civilization, the probability of cannibalism is very low.

I feel like this should mean welcome, right? "

Sure enough, the translator said: "I said that Mr. Tony is a distinguished guest who can bring countless necessary medicines and wool. The chief is very happy and decided to treat us well."

"That's useless, hurry up and prepare the best bed and food.

I think that only the chief's tent can be worthy of the identity of Miss Wei Manyun.

Miss Manyun, I will serve you in this tent, how about it? "

The translator looked sad: "Young Master Tony, I'm afraid this won't work.

Only local chiefs are eligible to live in this tent..."

"what!"

Tony stared and looked at the translator: "I gave him countless penicillin and wool, as much as he wanted!

Do you want Miss Manyun to sleep in those broken tents outside?
Do not make jokes! "

"But……"

"You don't want to do it, do you!
I gave you ten thousand dollars!
Do you feel too little?

I'll give you another fifty thousand dollars!

I want this tent! "

Tony said richly.

Ye Feng watched from the side and shook his head again and again, this grandson really thinks this is outside, the young master's arrogance is not restrained in the slightest.

It is estimated that it will suffer.

The translator thought for a while, gritted his teeth, maybe couldn't resist the temptation of [-] dollars, stomped his feet, and started talking to the old chief...

(End of this chapter)