This stick is actually used to drive cattle and sheep, but the Maasai people believe that if an adult Maasai can't even protect the guy who eats by himself, then the Maasai will have no merit, so for the Maasai people, this stick is not only a tool, but also a symbol of personal honor, but also a representative of personal reputation.

"No, that black man seems to be a driver, and he helps tourists pull things, and he doesn't herd cattle!" Hong Tao found another loophole in the explanation of the Dutch pee.

"This is a long story, let's dance first, and I'll talk to you slowly after entering the village." As he spoke, Holland walked up to the group of Maasai women who were dancing at the entrance of the village, raised his hands high, bent his knees slightly, and then jumped up like a zombie.

Seeing that the Dutch urine has taken the lead, Hong Tao is not stupid, he estimates that this must be a custom of the Maasai people, before entering the village, the guests and hosts have a party, enhance the relationship or something, yes, let's go too.

If you want to say that the dance of the Maasai people is not even reluctant, in other countries, this is not a dance, in Hong Tao's memory, this kind of dance he danced when he was a child! It was still in physical education class, there was an assessment item called touching the height in situ, and there was no need to change the movements, and it was a Maasai dance when it was put here!

These more than ten women, regardless of age and without musical accompaniment, jumped up one by one in the face of Hong Tao and their guests, and then screamed in the air.

Although this dance looks really bad, there is one thing Hong Tao has to admit is that the physical fitness of these people is really good. Those two straight and slender legs are like springs, and they are old and high when they jump. If you just look at the buttocks below, Pan, a woman who is already a devil, has to bow down, no matter how old or young, there is no trace of fat, the place where the drum should be drummed, and the place where it should be thin is thin.

Entering the village, Hong Tao can finally take a closer look at what the following small Maasai village looks like. First of all, it's the taste! How so? Whoever has been to the cattle farm is equivalent to having been to the village of the Maasai people, although the stench is not as strong as that in the cattle farm because it is located in the wilderness. But it's also very mellow.

And then there's the color! Maasai villages have only one color. It is a deep earthy yellow, which is the same color for both the fence and the house, only slightly darker than the ground.

The last thing is the material! The whole village of Marseille can be said to be completely environmentally friendly, green and pollution-free. The fence of the village is made of the branches of the acacia tree, which have no other benefits. There is only one plus: prickly! The shape of the house is like a funnel that is buckled to the ground. Round. Pointed conical with a slightly rounded top. As for the materials for the production of the house, Hong Tao looked at it for a long time and didn't understand what it was. Say it's yellow mud, it seems to have a lot of broken grass in it, say it's Sanhe soil, it doesn't seem to be so delicate.

"It's cow dung! These houses are made of thin twigs and then pasted with wet cow dung, which is dried and formed. When Holland saw Hong Tao stretching his neck against the wall, his nose still moving, he knew what he was studying.

"I'm X, a bunch of shells!" Hong Tao was still grateful to the Dutch for urinating this time, and if the Dutch had said ten seconds later, he would have been ready to stick out his tongue and lick the wall, judging its building materials with his sense of taste.

Although it was a little disgusting, looking at the javelins in the hands of the old men in Marseille, Hong Tao still smiled, as if he was very happy to enter the largest cow dung house. This house is the chief's house, the area is only about ten square meters, the ground in the house is the ground outside, there is a pit dug in the middle, there is some firewood in it, but it is not lit. On the top of the pit there was a tripod made of three wooden sticks, and at the top of it was an iron hook, on which hung an iron pot.

In addition to the leader and the three priests, there were also the chief's wife and two other Maasai women, and judging by the number of necklaces around their necks, it was estimated that they were also rich women in the village.

After everyone sat down, Holland urinated on his elbow and secretly arched Hong Tao. At this time, Hong Tao remembered that his people did not come for nothing this time, and they still had a few gifts in their bags as meeting gifts, and it seemed that it was time to offer gifts.

At this time, Hong Tao admired his foresight very much, before coming here, he did not bring Boss Liu's Erguotou liquor as a gift, but chose some other things, such as a red satin pajamas brought by the fat boss from China, a set of 6-person picnic pots bought by Boss Liu from the United States, and Hong Tao's own multi-purpose knife.

Originally, Hong Tao thought that the Maasai leader would like the red silk pajamas, because these Maasai people love to approve a piece of red cloth, but Hong Tao was wrong, the leader preferred the picnic pot, and unceremoniously, he directly opened the package and took out the largest pot, replacing the original black pot-shaped thing in their house.

And the most popular gift was not this pot, but a whole bunch of various beads brought by Pan. When it comes to the talent of buying gifts, most men can't catch up with women, and Pan's plastic and glass fakes are not only highly praised by the leader's wife, but even the leader can't put it down, and he actually made a gesture on his neck.

"Yeron, do you still want to see your sister?" Hong Tao sat on the ground and watched Ye Rong and the old men of Marseille chatting very happily, he could only giggle on the side, and now he finally realized the uncomfortable taste of the fat boss and the boss Liu.

"What do you mean? Don't you like it here? The Dutch pee made Hong Tao stunned.

"It's good here, but you'd better turn down dinner and all invitations to eat and drink, and if you dare to let me eat here, I'll call home in the evening and take your sister's house back." Hong Tao had a smile on his face, and then gritted his back molars and gave an ultimatum to the Dutch pee.

"Don't worry, the Maasai people don't have the habit of inviting people to eat, they are used to eating raw meat and drinking raw milk, and I don't want to eat if you want to. I also have to remind you of one thing, don't stay here overnight, it's not a private matter between you and me, it's an important issue! Holland happily agreed to Hong Tao's request, and in turn made a request to Hong Tao.

"Oh? What's that? "Hong Tao didn't plan to spend the night here at all, even if the leader called himself uncle, the lord's simple Hong Tao can endure it, and Hong Tao can make do with no electricity and no water, but living in a dung heap, Hong Tao resolutely refuses to do it! However, as soon as Holland urinated like this, Hong Tao's interest came up.

"Do you need to ask? Yeron is afraid that a Maasai girl will enter your tent in the middle of the night, in case a yellow-skinned, black-eyed, black-haired Maasai child appears in this tribe in a few years, it will affect the genes of other people's populations. Without waiting for Holland to answer, Pan, who was sitting next to Hong Tao, picked up.

"Am I so hungry again?" Hong Tao looked outside the room again, and then asked Pan seriously.

"I'm not sure if you're a picky eater, but you're definitely! When I was dancing at the entrance of the village just now, I noticed that your eyes never left people's thighs. I'll admit that their legs are charming, but am I a lot worse than them? Pan said, stretching his curled leg out.

"I have the eyes of curiosity, appreciation, and praise of your God, don't you notice? Each of them has a pair of beautiful legs. Of course, your legs are beautiful, and I wouldn't have peeked at them for a long time in the morning, but their legs are a different kind of beauty, without a trace of fat, almost all muscle. Do you have an idea? When they dance, the muscles in their calves are one by one, not piece by piece like us. "Speaking of the problem of legs, Hong Tao can also be regarded as half an expert, although he himself does not have this leg type, but he has been ill for a long time, and he has a high natural taste after seeing more.

"Did you peek at your legs in the morning?" Pan speaks in a very methodical and logical way, but she can suddenly become very feminine and emotional. (To be continued......)