The solid alcohol burned in the small red clay stove released a large amount of heat, and the water in the purple clay pot boiled and was divided into each tea bowl.

At this time, I don't pay attention to any meticulous operations such as washing tea, pour boiling water into the bowl, and wait for the tea to be brewed and relaxed, and you can slowly taste it.

The translators brought by Luan Zheng Wei chose small black tea for these bigwigs of various tribes.

Black tea is more palatable, and a spoonful or two of sugar or honey is enough to make the tribal leaders, wizards, and elders smile.

Black people love sweets, so once they get fat, they will be out of control, and no matter how beautiful and moving the black girl is, it will inevitably be miserable.

The wizards of the eight small tribes wore fancy clothes and various accessories all over their bodies, and they were dressed so differently that they seemed to be able to show that they had powerful mana.

On the contrary, it is Li Bai, breathable full linen trousers, camouflage T-shirt, and a small purple square hanging on the belt, but this simplicity reveals a bit extraordinary.

He smiled and patted the straw mat under him, and every time he raised his hand, a plate of delicate snacks appeared.

After a while, there were more than a dozen delicious refreshments on the straw mat.

The afternoon tea was so comfortable that the waiting for the other two tribes was no longer boring.

The two hands, one after the other, were quite powerful, and the leaders of the earth and black who were still a little skeptical immediately did not hesitate, and even looked at Li Bai's expression with a hint of deliberate flattery.

Luan Zhengwei took the lead in pinching a piece of mung bean cake on the plate, put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully, nodded with satisfaction and said, "Yes!

In this gesture, he took the initiative to tell those indigenous tribes that the snacks on the plate were not poisoned, and they could eat them boldly with confidence.

Compared with the food and drinking water provided by the indigenous tribes, Luan Zhengwei trusted his own people more.

In Africa, you need to be extra cautious in your diet, and if you don't pay attention to it, common acute gastroenteritis and dysentery are mild, and you can't get into more dangerous infectious diseases such as cholera, or even viruses with high mortality.

Illness comes from the mouth to this sentence, and it is never said that it is missed.

After Luan Zhengwei took the lead, the leader of the Tachira tribe leaned over and stretched out his black paws and grabbed a piece of mung bean cake.

It's like an old cow chewing a peony, smacking his mouth twice, his eyes are straight on the spot, and he screams.

"It's delicious! Is this God's food? It's, it's delicious. ”

This expression is exaggerated like a rubber face, and his facial features are about to move his position.

Seeing such an exaggerated reaction from him, the others expressed their disbelief, and went to get dim sum one after another to taste, some followed with mung bean cake, some took chicken cakes, and some took green tea crisp, and all of them fell without any accidents.

Annihilation!

Black people, young and old, almost all love sweets, and when they encounter this kind of Chinese dim sum, they have no ability to resist at all.

shouted and shouted one by one, scrambling to be the first to shoot, you fought for me.

Where can the Tuhei, who have never seen Chinese dim sum, control their hands, and they can't wait for one person to wrap them all up, so they almost fight on the spot.

More than a dozen plates full of snacks became empty in the blink of an eye.

What is reserved, what city, what majesty, all go to Nimad, the so-called big men of these indigenous tribes are all exposed.

The mouth was about to roll his eyes, and he hurriedly poured it with the help of tea, and the beautiful satisfaction was about to ascend to immortality, and he couldn't help but wonder what kind of feed and garbage he ate in the first half of his life, this is the real food.

The Huaxia people took out tea and snacks, and the leaders of the indigenous tribes also felt that they could not express themselves, so they called someone to go to Zhangluo.

Collected several tribes, sent a lot of fruits, nothing more than plantains and baobabs, etc., due to the hasty collection, the appearance is not very good, some are rotten, you can see maggots writhing their bodies and trying to drill in and out, these black people are not particular, replaced by themselves, will not hesitate to stuff into their mouths.

In addition to these, there were also some small snacks such as potato chips, toffee and chocolate, probably from the children, who made many children cry.

These dirty people don't pay attention to it, as long as it's food, they don't care if they bring it, they will support themselves first.

Compared with the serious snacks and tea prepared by Li Bai in advance, it is simply LOW.

At least none of the Chinese people stretched out their hands, so who knows what will go wrong if they eat it, and isn't it good to bring snacks and tea from their own people?

These blacks know it in their hearts, but they have come up with the best they have.

It wasn't until they took out some baked bread and kebabs that should have been counted as a main meal, that Luan Zhengwei and others symbolically wrapped some barbecue meat in the dough and ate some, which was regarded as a courtesy.

Although the heat of the bread and grilled meat is not very good, it will contain some slight carcinogens, but if you eat a small amount, there will be no big problem.

Seeing that the Huaxia people also ate their own things, the faces of these earthy blacks looked better.

Even if you are angry, it is useless, fruits and snacks are not as good as Chinese snacks, the other party did not laugh at them on the spot, it is already very face-saving, not to mention that in the end, I still ate a little.

An indigenous warrior with a spear galloped over, and opened his throat outside the scaffolding steel pipe shed for a while, in addition to Somali and Arabic, there are some unique local languages, but the local language has no specific grammar, anyway, it is used blindly J8 at will, sometimes a sentence will be strung with three or four languages, and it is really incomprehensible, so it is exaggerated with hand gestures and expressions, and finally it can be understood.

Several of the tribal leaders present stood up and spoke loudly to the native warrior.

The interpreter beside Luan Zheng Wei said, "The people of the Tagma tribe and the Horserimas tribe are here. ”

Li Bai's tea and snacks made the waiting time pass quickly, and after just over three hours, the two tribes that had newly joined the rain prayer activity finally arrived on the hill.

Today, on this hill, which is only more than 100 meters above sea level, there are almost ten tribes of people and horses, plus more than a dozen representatives of the Chinese peacekeeping force.

A group of tribal warriors armed with AKs and carrying RPG rockets cleared the way, and two costumed tribal leaders walked in tandem, followed by brightly dressed tribal wizards and elders.

However, what is striking is that there are several white Europeans and Americans who stand out from the crowd in the entourage, including men and women, dressed as outdoor travelers, with cameras around their necks and trekking poles in their hands, talking and laughing all the way among the blacks of the indigenous tribes.

Yellow people can easily turn black when they are exposed to the sun, and they can even be darker than black people, and if they are raised well, they can also be whiter than white people.

Therefore, the difference in skin color is more or less acceptable to the indigenous blacks, but these white people, who only turn red and do not turn black, make the chief of the Táchira tribe feel quite unhappy, and he pulled his throat and asked in a somewhat unhappy tone: "Brudo, what is the matter with these white people? I remember not inviting them." ”

There are ducks mixed in the chickens, and it doesn't look right, it's too much of an eyesore.

If there is no entanglement of interests, black Africans actually do not like white people in Europe and the United States.

Bludo is the abbreviated name of the leader of the Tagoma tribe, and according to the naming customs of some indigenous tribes, I am afraid that it will be too long and verbose for even themselves.

There is more than one foreign partner who has been made to cry by the real name of an African.

Just shouting a name has to be rambling for five or six minutes, and with this kind of kung fu and memory, isn't it good to memorize textbooks?

Brudo, the leader of the Tagoma tribe in costume, patted his chest and said: "Kari, they are just archaeologists who have some interest in the rain prayer ceremony, and they hope to stand closer to observe the scene, there is no malice, and they will not disturb us, you can rest assured!"

He was quite unimpressed with a hippie smile.

Kari is the name of the leader of the Tachira tribe.

In the same way, of course, his real name is more than these two simple syllables, if you say them all, there are at least hundreds of syllables, and if you say it a little more quickly, others will only listen to it with a confused face (*′??? What the hell did you hear?!

"How much did you charge?"

The leader of the Takira tribe, Kari, had no intention of giving up, and he guessed that things might not be that simple.

Just because Brudeaux is a miser, he simply doesn't show his friendliness to strangers, especially those who hate white people, for no reason.

For nearly 500 years, the white people of Europe have penetrated the African continent everywhere, digging three feet into the ground, followed by the white people of the Americas, who have completely regarded this ancient land as their own back garden, and have recklessly broken into the homes of the local indigenous people, using deception and robbers to plunder all the wealth they can find, leaving only disease and war.

The leader of the Tagoma tribe obviously did not lie, and said proudly: "Hehe, it didn't take long, it was only a thousand dollars!"

In Europe, in China, in the Americas, a thousand dollars is not a lot of money at all.

But in Africa, in Somalia, it may mean 20 cows, maybe a few hundred catties of AK (AK-47 in catty, good quality is more expensive), maybe it is the net income of a small tribe of 100 people in a year, or even not that much, or maybe it is the capital to survive in Somalia...... So it's no surprise that Brudo, the leader of the Tagoma tribe, who has always been stingy, was impressed.

Of the eight tribal leaders who arrived early, the leader of the Yudalala tribe was very angry and said, "A thousand dollars? Do you want our sorcerer to perform for them? This is a sacred ritual, not a play, not a movie, damn Brudo, you will ruin our prayer for rain." ”

In his opinion, sooner or later, the selfishness of the Tagoma tribe will anger the gods, let the drought continue, punish the ungodly blasphemers, and this is a very serious matter.

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