wild star

Chapter 325 The Return
This is an indigenous hunter in the Congo rainforest, who lives by hunting and gathering, and lives a very primitive life.

They wear simple cloth, which is far worse than that of the Maasai.

Those white nets, arranged in the jungle, look like fishing nets when pulled apart.This is, the archers and the axemen are in ambush, how can the others be responsible for driving away the prey.When the prey hits the net, they attack the prey together in long-distance and melee combat, killing the prey.

Some water friends mentioned "cannibals", which is completely nonsense.

The other party also put down the wooden spear, and the leader of the black danced unhappily. His shriveled limbs looked clumsy, but his stomach was quite big, a bit like a herbivore.

Although Zhao Yanling couldn't understand, she guessed that the other party might be angry that the two of them appeared and ruined their good hunting situation.

Seeing that the fat man was still gesticulating, he took out smoked dried crocodile meat from the backpack behind the fat man, and gave them half of it.

The black man's mouth was still babbling, but his voice became smaller and smaller, his hands seemed to take the jerky over uncontrollably, and the anger on his face disappeared.

"..."

"Throw away a piece of jerky."

"The fat man's expression is too funny."

The crocodile meat was hard to swallow, and the dried meat tasted even worse. Zhao Yanling was very happy.

Before, he was terrified of encountering local people and thinking they were poachers.

Looking at it now, the other party is a hunting nation, so how can they be meddling in their own business?

Zhao Yanling made gestures and asked them where there was a car and an open space.

Short-handed and short-mouthed, the black man spoke loudly to his companions, asking them to stay here to work, and took Zhao Yanling and the fat man out of the forest.

After a short walk, we arrived at the primitive jungle road built by Congo cloth five years ago.

The road is not wide, but the road condition is very good, there are no vehicles, and there are no potholes on the road.

Zhao Yanling said: "The per capita income of the Congolese cloth is higher than that of the neighboring DRC, but it is very limited and there is no heavy industry. It's just that if the fat man and I want to hitch a ride, I'm afraid it will be difficult."

Finally out of the jungle, the two are in a good mood.

After thanking the black man, he waved and left.

Water friends also have a kind of joy of being enlightened and seeing the sun again. This is not the case for adventure. The last moment of getting out of the predicament is commendable.

Contacted Sean Scott and asked him to send a plane to pick him up.

The two walked along the road, all the way south.

The fat man stamped his feet vigorously, knocking off the mud sticking to the soles of his shoes on the hard asphalt road.

That's not all, I simply took off the shoes, exposing the big toes of the socks on both feet.Immediately, a stinky smell of salted fish dissipated, and Zhao Yanling backed away, unable to vomit.

The fat man raised his leg: "Pretentious, you are not much better!"

"Maybe so." Zhao Yanling said. "But I don't have slippers to cause a critical blow to others. And look ahead, there are many small animals on the road, and one bite from a poisonous one is enough for you."

Looking forward, as expected, there were centipedes, scorpions and many unknown colorful insects crawling past.The fat man was so frightened that he quickly put on the shoes again, and Zhao Yanling heaved a sigh of relief.

"I just want to throw away all the rags on my body, go to the bathhouse to take a bath, take a bath, take a pot, and go home to sleep for three days and three nights." The fat man looked yearning.

After walking for half an hour, a bright yellow pickup truck came quickly from the end of the road, like a monster emerging from the jungle.

The fat man was overjoyed. He lay across the middle of the road with his arms outstretched. No matter what, he would not let the car go.

The car honked wildly, but the fat man remained motionless, with an inevitable smile on his face.

The car finally stopped, and the driver turned out to be an Asian.

"Countryman?"

"Countryman!"

Make sure your eyes are all Chinese...

Zhao Yanling reached out to recall Wangcai, and said goodbye to the water friend.The trip to the Congo jungle came to an end. Before many people had time to respond, the live broadcast room went dark.

Zhao Yanling put the pannier and the basket into the back seat, and the driver brother said, "Dude, put them in the car."

"It's alive!" Zhao Yanling tilted the basket, and Xiaolan's head came out. "I'll pay you for the car wash later."

The driver has a round face, is not tall, and has dark skin like an outdoor worker, but he wears black-rimmed glasses, adding a touch of elegance.

His eyes lit up: "Old Zhao? Fatty? You two are so miserable that I didn't even recognize it. Is this the Blue Linglong? Sure enough, I'll just say, how could you make a fake. Can you believe it? Saw live dinosaurs..."

This buddy was excited and incoherent, chattering endlessly.

The fat man patted him on the shoulder: "Brother, let's make friends later, can you send us to nearby restaurants and hotels now? I'll treat you later, let's have a big meal, only order expensive ones, not the right ones."

Ever since Zhao Yanling's seasonings were lost, the two of them couldn't satisfy their appetites, and they were hungry and full.

The youngest whalebill stork was completely robbed of the limelight by Xiaolan, and the driver Wang Qiang looked back at the curious Xiaolan who was poking around from time to time.

Wang Qiang is in charge of overhauling highways in East Africa. He is a skilled worker and has been here for more than two years.This pickup truck is a public car, because the Congolese province is not safe except for Brazzaville and Pointe-Noire, and they dare not stop at ordinary times.This time seeing two big men in ragged clothes and broken horses Zhang Fei, of course they didn't dare to stop casually.

Looking at the two bearded and sighing, Wang Qiang sighed: "You will have to take a photo with me in a while, I never expected that I would meet you, idols."

The car stopped at a dilapidated small hotel painted red on the side of the road. Wang Qiang said that this was the only hotel with a certain standard.

Next to the hotel is a restaurant with half-Indian and half-Western dishes.On the left was a crude supermarket. Zhao Yanling went in, borrowed CFA francs from Wang Qiang, bought two inferior slippers, and went to the creek with the fat man to clean up his smelly feet.

Because the feet were soaked in water for a long time, the toes were pale and some places were worn out.

After washing for a long time, Zhao Yanling still felt very smelly...

Seeing their miserable condition, Wang Qiang went back and bought a bottle of shampoo, which smelled like cheap perfume.

The two didn't care too much, seeing that there was no one around, they simply took off their clothes, washed their sticky hair three times, and then gave up after smoothing it.I used the shampoo as a shower gel and laundry detergent, and the underwear was rubbed to pieces.

At this time, an African girl with a red plastic basin passed by, pointing and pointing at him with a smile, without any scruples about avoiding it.

The fat man blocked the bottom with a towel, so Zhao Yanling had nothing to use, and could only swing like a pendulum in the knee-high river, letting the girl admire her generously.

Wang Qiang said with a smile: "Fatty, don't cover it up. The atmosphere here is very open, but it's easy to be infected with AIDS. Otherwise, you can live a sexual life here."

After all, it was indecent, and it would be bad if someone secretly photographed it. Zhao Yanling put on dirty pants after washing the foam.

Entering the restaurant with a simple environment, the two of them seemed to be reincarnated from starvation, and they ate very well.

Drinking heavily and eating meat, the fat man is puffing away, the wine is low-quality wine, the tobacco is low-quality tobacco, there is a strong foreign smell, but who cares...

Everything was spent by Wang Qiang, and the francs on Zhao Yanling and Fatty had been broken and sticky from blisters, making them unusable.

Fatty is a talkative person, chatted with Wang Qiang, but Zhao Yanling was tired of talking all the way, so he shut up instead of opening his mouth.

The fat man smoked one cigarette after another, and the fat black woman shopkeeper had to open the door to disperse the smoke.The fat man said: "Xiao Wang, go back and pay back your money. This trip is a crime. It tastes good to eat, spicy to drink, and refreshing to smoke."

Wang Qiang said with a smile: "What kind of money do you want to pay? I will treat you to this meal. No matter how many fans want to treat you to a meal, there is no chance."

At this moment, Zhao Yanling interrupted and asked, "Wang Qiang, have you heard of any rumors recently?"

"Do you mean fighting?" Wang Qiang was slightly taken aback. "It's really not peaceful recently. I heard that a group of Americans colluded with the Xili League to do some illegal activities, and then they were wiped out by the government forces and captured many people. I heard that the leader is still a beautiful Woman, it's a pity I didn't see you..."

……

This sleep was very dark, and when Zhao Yanling woke up, the youngest child was thrashing around in the nest so hungry.

Sean Scott had arrived, but he didn't disturb the rest of the two.After they woke up, they took them to another meal before boarding the plane and leaving for Tanzania.

Small planes do not need airports, and take off directly on spacious roads.

Yan Hao has stayed here and never left, taking Ramadan with him, and leaving the rich and colorful land of Africa.

……

A week later, Zhao Yanling and Fatty returned home.

Although the fat man has lost weight, he is full of energy and radiant. This trip to the jungle has paid off in direct proportion to the return, and he has gained both fame and fortune.Although not as famous as Zhao Yanling, but speaking of him as a fat man, who doesn't know that he is an explorer?

They didn't go back to Panshanling, because Zhao Yanling needed to cooperate with the movie to promote, so he settled directly in the capital.

Fatty's parents came with Niwei, who came with Zhao Lingjun in her arms.

As soon as he saw the fat man, the fat man's mother burst into tears: "How much suffering and suffering, I have never lost so much meat when I grow up so big."

Zhao Yanling: "..."

Nivi: "..."

Yan Hao: "..."

Zhao Lingjun: "Cackling..."

Fatty's father dissatisfied: "You really are, we Panshanling are all born in Kuhaha, the whole village, there is only one fat man, this shriveled calf. What kind of cat urine are you squeezing after losing a few catties? I haven't heard anyone say , our poor family let him eat.”

Zhao Yanling: "..."

He took Zhao Lingjun over, and if he wanted to say what was different about this expedition from the past, it was that he always missed her.Seeing the little yellow-haired girl's big watery eyes and chubby pink lips, seeing that chubby finger biting her mouth, Zhao Yanling's heart melted.

Not long after that, Zhao Lingjun kind of forgot about him.As soon as he was in Dad's arms, his mouth was puckered up, tears rolled around his eyes, and he wanted to cry.

Seeing this, Zhao Yanling covered the back of Huangmaoyatou's head with her big rough hands, the energy from the holy spring was poured in, and Huangmaoyatou's crying was forced back.Tears were still in the eye sockets, but she was grinning, her little neck couldn't support her head and hit her father's face bit by bit.

"Go back to the hotel, I'm going back to coax my old man..." Zhao Yanling said impatiently.

(End of this chapter)