Sitting in the carriage and walking for seventy or eighty miles, it was already dusk, and although it was early winter, Wang Baoyu still felt that he was about to be steamed by the heat.

Finally, the three of them came to the Bura Gathering Point, a place surrounded by gentle mountains and dense forests.

On the flat land in the mountains, men and women wearing pointed hats and variegated robes and long skirts are still working hard, and a large five-story bamboo hut in the middle should be the place where their leaders work.

"The Bura people, who consider themselves to be the descendants of the Yellow Emperor, have about 100,000 people scattered all over the country." Wu Fan explained.

"Do they have any taboos?" Wang Baoyu asked.

"There are few taboos in this tribe, and there are three things: first, clothes should not be left to dry; Second, livestock should not eat their meat on festivals; Third, when entering the house, you must be courteous to the woman first. Wu Fan said.

"Hehe, they think highly of women's status!" Wang Baoyu said with a smile.

"I'm afraid that nowhere in the world is as high as the status of Yiling women." Ma Yunlu said.

"What Princess Yun said is very true, Yiling women can go to school, can do business as officials, and sigh to the extreme."

"What is this, in Yiling, men can also serve their wives, such as massage, bathing, ......"

Ahem, Wang Baoyu hurriedly coughed a few times to interrupt Ma Yunlu's words, Ma Yunlu smiled evilly and blinked and stopped talking. Wu Fan was a little embarrassed, but he also moved his mind, if he served his wife like this, he would definitely enhance his relationship and be happy.

As soon as they saw a carriage coming, the Bula people immediately gathered around, their eyes were full of curiosity, and they looked in through the curtain on tiptoe, as if they were looking at a precious animal. It is not surprising that the boundaries of the nearby clans are obvious, and because of the differences in beliefs and customs, they rarely move around each other.

Wang Baoyu and the other three got out of the carriage, and suddenly felt a cool air rushing to their faces, which was extremely refreshing. Of course, this feeling is all relative, like walking out of the sauna and feeling cool outside.

The Bula people were talking in a low voice in their own language, pointing at the three of them, for Wang Baoyu, it was a pure foreign language, and he couldn't understand it at all.

Wu Fan took the initiative to greet them, and to Wang Baoyu's delight, Wu Fan was very proficient in the local language and answered fluently.

After Wu Fan's explanation, the Bula people felt that Wang Baoyu and the others were not hostile, and they babbled loudly and excitedly shouted one after another, and sang songs in a circle around them, welcoming them with great enthusiasm.

"Wu Fan, he can speak their words, it's very powerful!" Ma Yunlu praised it.

"Except for a few ethnic groups, I also speak some of the barbarian languages of South Vietnam." Wu Fan said.

Wang Baoyu gave Wu Fan a thumbs up, it was the right decision to let him stay here as a taishou, and Wu Fan had no arrogance at all, he was approachable, his tone was gentle, and he was a good official who was close to the people. Then, the three of them walked towards the tall bamboo house.

After entering the house, it is a spacious and clean hall, and the floor is also bamboo, which is very cool to step on. There are various wood carvings hanging around, as well as the horns of some wild beasts, and there is a large brazier in the middle, and the red flames are half a meter high.

"In such a hot place, you still need a fire? They don't look like they're weak. Wang Baoyu really didn't understand, and asked in a low voice.

"It's not for heating, it's just because the ground is too humid, and it's the custom of all ethnic groups to bake fires." Wu Fan explained.

An old man in a red striped robe, sitting upright, appeared to be the leader of the tribe, and beside him was a short, stocky woman, with a long skirt covered with various colored beads, and her neck and wrists were full of colorful ornaments.

Since they pretended to be guests for play, they had to follow the customs of the locals and put down the shelves, Wang Baoyu and the three of them hurriedly bowed slightly to the woman, and the woman nodded slightly.

Then the three of them bowed to the tribal leader, who nodded with satisfaction.

Wu Fan explained to the leader in the local language, to the effect that the three of them were merchants passing through this place, and asked to stay for a while, hoping that the leader would take them in.

The tribal leader didn't speak at first, Ma Yunlu was a little anxious, living outside in this kind of weather, he can't be bitten by small insects? Wu Fan took out a silver ingot and handed it over at the right time, and the tribal leader immediately smiled, and politely let the three of them sit down by the brazier.

Wu Fan then chatted with him, and listened to Wu Fan's introduction, the leader's name is Danu, who leads dozens of villages in the vicinity, and the rest of the Bula tribe is not under his control, and they can't understand each other's language.

"Wu Taishou, this matter must be written down, and their language must be unified in the future." Wang Baoyu said.

Wu Fan nodded and remembered it in his heart, not long after, someone brought dinner, a plate of dry meat, a plate of green vegetables, a rice ball, and a pot of wine.

Wang Baoyu picked up a piece of meat and chewed it in his mouth, the taste was a little sour, and he couldn't help asking, "What kind of meat is this?" ”

Wu Fan didn't know, so he asked Danu, turned his head and said, "This is the meat of the cat-faced bird that entertains the distinguished guests." ”

Damn, it's an owl! Wang Baoyu immediately lost his appetite, and it was difficult to spit it out, so he swallowed it and had to pick up vegetable leaves to eat. The rice dough is not soft and glutinous enough, and it tastes a little toothy, and the taste of the wine is more general, it can only be said that it smells a little drunk, and it is all cold, which is really not good without relying on the brazier.

Danu ate very happily, eating the cat-faced bird meat one bite after another, and drinking the wine soundly. And although Danu's fat daughter-in-law has the privilege of being greeted by guests when they enter the house, the matter of eating and serving has nothing to do with her, only standing aside with a smile, and envying Ma Yunlu who can share food with her husband.

Wu Fan didn't know what to say to Danu, the old leader became more and more happy, the wrinkles on his face were all smiling, and then he announced loudly that he would let the clansmen prepare for a carnival tonight.

"Wu Fan, what did you say, make him like this?" Ma Yunlu asked curiously.

"I sue him that King Han Xing led South Vietnam, and that all ethnic groups will be funded." Wu Fan said.

Wang Baoyu nodded, it is because they should be given financial support and appropriately transformed, but he reminded: "Wu Taishou, while transforming them, try to maintain their cultural traditions." ”

Wu Fan nodded, indicating that he understood in his heart, and the group walked out of the bamboo house, and in the open space outside, a large fire had been lit, and hundreds of clansmen were holding hands and surrounding the fire.

Wang Baoyu did not feel strange at the bonfire party, when he went to the Xiongnu to pick up Cai Wenji, the Huns often engaged in this kind of party.

However, the bonfire party of the Bula tribe is obviously different from that of the Huns, and by the huge fire, there stands a sturdy ploughing ox, with a ribbon on its body and a red flower tied to its tail.