wild star

Chapter 79

Seeking wealth will not happen to Zhao Yanling and Zhang Yanjun.

One is that a gentleman is magnanimous, loves money but obtains it in a proper way; the other is that there is no need to go to war for wealth, and there are many ways to make money that are a hundred times more elegant than rough work like mining.

The two of them wiped the gemstone clean on their clothes, held it up in the sun and grinned at its blue-purple light that fascinated thousands of people.

These are two rough tanzanite stones, the skin of which was scratched off by the old elephant, revealing the tip of the iceberg.

Before they had time to think about it, the two were surrounded by tall, thin, black men holding wooden spears.

"Have you expected it?" Zhao Yanling asked with raised eyebrows, he was not surprised to see Zhang Yanjun's expression. "Then you didn't say it earlier."

Zhang Yanjun held up his hands: "Masai people. Except for poachers, they are the only ones who hurt elephants. But they are not so rude to humans, so don't worry."

There is a line in the Maasai prayer: "May none of us come across the Maasai, lions and elephants."

Elephants have too much damage to grasslands, affecting their grazing.As for the lion and the same family as the Maasai, that would be a long story.

These men have pigtails, brown-black skin, broad foreheads, thick lips and regular facial features.The body is covered with Mbuji made of hemp and animal skins, also called Shuka.There is a lion hair pendant on the side of the head, and the expression is rigorous, with the meticulousness before the battle.

Zhao Yanling thought to herself, it's a good thing the elephant left, but the two gems might not be kept.

While raising his hand, he quietly turned on the live broadcast.He is unwilling to conflict with these fighters. If there is no grievance or enmity, this matter can be resolved peacefully.

"Hey, it was so explosive just after the broadcast?"

"Cannibals?"

In fact, these Masai warriors were not bad in appearance except for their naked clothes.Their average height was over 188, and none of them was shorter than Zhao Yanling.The edges and corners of the face are not like other Africans with a flat nose bridge, Erkang nose wings, and big thick lips.On the contrary, they were chopped with knives and axes, how can there be such a handsome cannibal...

"Is there anyone who can speak English?" Zhao Yanling asked loudly. "We have no malice, we have no weapons, we are innocent."

There was an inexplicable sense of joy when he said these words, which made Shui You very happy.

A Masai warrior with a circular scar on his face and sword eyebrows came out, and everyone put down their spears: "This is our Malik's territory, what are you doing here?"

Tanzania and Kenya are not very attached to their land, and the military often only has two roles, fighting for power and fighting poachers.The Masai are a special existence. They wander outside the two countries and live in no fixed place.The Masai are divided into many tribes, and each tribe is equivalent to self-government, and it is not easy for others to speak up.

He said this is their territory, so it really is, Zhao Yanling has no doubts: "We found the injured elephant and helped it heal its injuries."

In comparison, Zhao Yanling is still willing to get along with simple people.Crushed and broken apart, the matter is very simple: sincerity, straightforwardness, respect, and no lying. Once honest people find out that they have been cheated, it will be difficult to gain their trust.So Zhao Yanling told the truth.

The man glanced at the tanzanite in his hand, but he didn't intend to ask for it. A smile appeared on his face: "Do you want to buy a gift? You can take it home and give it to a friend."

Zhao Yanling couldn't laugh or cry, this man's heart is so sincere.Putting down his hands, he smiled and said, "Okay, let's go now."

The handsome man is called Watukumi, which means "ten people". When he was born, his father killed ten people in a battle with other tribes, so he got this name.

The name was too novel and casual, and Watakumi said it was nothing, and there was Hu Jiangbo, which means "hello".There is also Tuag, which means "goodbye".The great elder of their tribe is called Sang Ge, which means "go forward", full of the spirit of the times.

The two chatted happily, and the wet clothes were also dried by the scorching sun.

"My Cao, I see Lao Zhao's invincible personality and charm again!"

"Old Zhao is so amazing, I have never seen anyone he can't handle."

"I can only envy."

Then, Zhao Yanling saw a group of lions eating meat around a wildebeest.When they noticed the Masai warriors here, the expressions on their faces were wonderful.

Yesterday he teased the lioness with a whip, but in the end the lioness was only slightly docile.But when this group of lions saw the Masai warriors, their faces showed a scared expression...

Even if the hyenas come, they will eat enough to leave leftovers for the second brother.It can be seen that the Masai fighters can only be described as running wildly, and they can't care about anything.

Zhao Yanling was dumbfounded, and the water friend was at a loss.

Teacher Zhao Zhongxiang's extremely magnetic voice seems to come from my ears: The experience of survival for thousands of years has told these kings of the grassland who is the real owner of this land...

Vatukumi, who is half a head taller than Zhao Yanling, said: "Don't be surprised. A teenage man of our clan can kill a lion alone with a javelin. There are fewer kills now. The government protects them for our sake. We can only give up this rite of passage for the legal right to rule the territory.”

The bow-shaped lion fur outside his ears is the best evidence for his words.

Zhang Yanjun, a "dwarf" among the group, interjected: "The Masai bandits are called 'Zhendong Africa'. Regardless of men and women, they are all brave and good at fighting, with extraordinary arms. The butcher who was kicked and kicked by Lu Zhishen is weak in the town of Guanxi." It exploded, which means that their entire tribe is Wu Song..."

"Africa has such a pissy race."

"Old Zhao is not bad, he defeated the lion without bloodshed."

After leaving the jungle, I saw three off-road vehicles approaching from a distance. It was Sam and the others.

Since Watukumi didn't mention the Tanzanite rough stone, Zhao Yanling didn't take the initiative to offer it either.As for whether the rough stones in the jungle are everywhere, he is even less qualified to ask, what are they asking about in the backyard?Of course, Zhang Yanjun shut up obediently to the pissy nation that neither Tan nor Ken’s officials can compel.

When Watakumi saw the car, he pouted disdainfully: "Please park the car outside."

Sam laughed and explained to Zhao Yanling: "The Masai don't farm or drive. They think farming and driving will pollute the land."

Mai Qing smiled and stepped forward: "Did you just treat elephants and forget your job?"

The hair is thick, and if you don't shave for two days, your beard will grow back. Zhao Yanling touched the stubble in his hands: "Hey, sister, this is called taking care of public and private interests. I can't just leave them alone, right? After all, I'm in the wilderness, so I'll save them today. Maybe it will be their turn to save me in the future. Come, come, everyone, follow me, and go to buy their local products with the Vatukumi brothers. If you come, you can just eat cheap seafood."

He actively solicits business for others, and he doesn't care about anything.

Gourd Girl held Zhuang Zheng's arm. She was wearing a light-colored suspender collar with a deep V, revealing plumpness whiter than tofu. She walked in choppy fashion.

Zhuang Zheng stretched out his free right arm to shake Zhao Yanling's hand, his face was agitated and he said incoherently: "Thank you, thank you so much, this is a life-saving grace."

I don't know if it's just pretending or showing the truth.

Zhao Yanling shook hands with him: "It's nothing to do with a little effort, so don't be polite." Seeing that he still wanted to say something, fearing that he would reveal the secret of the sheepskin map, she winked and said: "I haven't eaten for two meals, so I'll order it first." food."

Originally, he wanted to say hello to Zhuang Zheng's female companion, but when he saw her burning eyes scanning his body, the thought disappeared.

The air was filled with a faint smell of cow dung, because the rain last night wet the walls of their low grass house, which was built with mud, cow dung and dry grass.

In front of the house, Masai women have already spread yellow and blue plaid blankets on the ground, which are full of handmade ornaments, most of which are bracelets, anklets and necklaces made of cow bones, horns and hooves, and dyed sisal. The bells and whistles.They don't have to open their mouths to sell, and naturally curious tourists will come forward to ask the price.

Masai women have three characteristics: large earlobes, covered with ornaments; tall but skinny; bald.

Therefore, even though they have good facial features and good looks, and each of them is more than 1.8 meters tall like a model, it is estimated that it is difficult to bring up sexual interest with the aesthetics of Chinese people...

Zhao Yanling looked at these special products and found that there were gemstones such as opal and tourmaline.Ask about the price, the cheap one is as expensive as cabbage.

He simply spent a lot of money and covered the entire blanket.The water friends cheered in the live broadcast room, and they could guess with their toes that Lao Zhao prepared it for them.

"In the entire live broadcasting world, you won't find anyone who loves you more than Lao Zhao."

"Respect is light and affectionate."

"Actually, it's not much lighter. Those ox bones and lion teeth are real things. Opal and tourmaline are not cheap to buy in China."

"That bracelet is beautiful, I want it."

"Can't wait."

Sam and Wakumi told how Zhao Yanling subdued the lion with a whip, and even said and gestured, his expressions showed excitement, as if the protagonist of the story was himself.

But Watakumi wasn't all that surprised.He took four Maasai men to hold down a cow, personally stabbed an arrow in the artery of the old cow's neck, and took the cow's blood into the horn cup with a reed tube.Niu was probably used to this kind of thing, he struggled perfunctorily, and let them do what they did.

They raise cattle for blood, and rarely slaughter them unless there are major festivals.

A cow received less than two catties of cow's blood, and mixed the milk and cow's blood.

Vatukumi poured some into a horn cup and handed it to Zhao Yanling: "This is a nutritious meal for our soldiers. Drinking it will make you infinitely stronger."

Although Zhao Yanling's hunger was raging, it was really hard for her to accept the frothy red plasma.But daring to accept new things and dare to challenge are the core values ​​of explorers.

He took the horn cup and drank it down under the admiring eyes of Mai Qingqian and others.

The red liquid flowed down the corner of his mouth, and he wiped it with the back of his hand. As a result, his forearm was stained red, and his body became a bit more brutal.

The earthy smell is neutralized by milk, and the taste is very strange.

"Brilliant!"

Cameraman Xiao Wang slammed his mouth: "No wonder he can achieve what he is today, this is a real warrior!"

Vatukumi shook the horn cup: "You are indeed a warrior."

Just at this time, a few slender-legged youngsters rushed over and chattered to Wakukumi. The smile on Wakukumi's face froze, and he called everyone to bring brightly colored cowhide shields and copied them. Pick up the javelin and run outside.

Sam translated: "Chief Malik's child was taken away by a leopard while playing football..."

(End of this chapter)