The dense tropical jungle and a good road system do not prevent the fancy buses called Jeepli from moving forward. However, the village tribes on the roadside are still somewhat different from the large towns I saw before, and to put it more original.

After more than two hours of wandering around, the guide and driver accurately found the village hiding among the mountains. The village that has been transformed into a tourist attraction welcomed guests from afar with two huge totem poles. They might have thought that this group of people were.

However, the girls chattered and looked at each other curiously. The way they took photos was no different from that of ordinary tour groups. Mou Chenfei was concerned about living environment and sanitation conditions, Fang Lingying cared about what to eat, Ye Mingjing was curious about the meaning of the totem pole, Wu Mengxi wanted to tamper in the living room with ulterior motives, and Zhou Xiaoli was in a hurry to go to the toilet, but the scene was quite lively anyway.

It is not a peak tourist season. There are not many people here, and it is a little rainy. It is tropical and may be cloudy at any time. Buck breathes the fresh atmosphere of the mountains and fields similar to that of the Golden Triangle area, and urges the guide to find the elderly in the village, those who are familiar with traditional funerals, or those who can know Mr. Morris Curtis, it is best to just hand over the ashes directly.

The guide and the driver were talking to the person and searching. Mou Chenfei smiled and held a porous gadget of clay in his hand: "I saw it when I was a child when I was in school. I wanted to buy it, but my family didn't allow it."

Buck frowned and identified it: "Music instrument?"

Mou Chenfei nodded vigorously: "Can you blow?"

Buck thought the girl must be pleasing to the eye: "I don't know, can you please take a look?"

Mou Chenfei was still embarrassed: "No disinfection..."

Alas, Ye Mingjing grabbed one and it was like blowing a conch, and her cheeks were bulging and whimpering. Although there was no tune, it still tasted a bit.

Buck was dragged by Mou Chenfei to see it, but it turned out to be similar to those selling things in China's tourist attractions. It was densely packed with various such clay instruments, clay figurines, etc. It is estimated that the soil here is quite special, and there are many clay objects that are made of. Some of them have original totem shapes that Fang Lingying thought they were worth the sculptures. After buying a few, she obtained the approval of the people, so she took photos one by one and planned to take them back and give them to people she knew about the sculptures for research.

When Wu Mengxi was "difficult" and said that he only rented a thatched house like a house, the guide finally brought an indigenous man with tattoos on his face. He was so old that he was hunched over. He was followed by six or seven locals, all of whom were very old, wearing the shawl-style national costumes with red and black stripes. Barker only felt that it was similar to the national costumes in Chile, South America, but others were also confused: "Japanese?" English was not fluent.

The guide quickly translated: "This is Mr. Curtis' younger brother... He doesn't believe there is any news about Mr. Curtis."

Buck didn't want to be too much, so he turned around and waved his hand to Ah Nu. The young follower came over with his bag. As a boy who was deeply influenced by the Buddhist country, he still acted respectfully. He half-bowed and opened the brocade package, revealing a very old torn suit. When he returned to China last time, Buck knew that the package must have been closely inspected, so he had never opened it and looked at it. He was a little curious now.

Just looking at the suit, the blushing native old man was a little excited. Buck had given pensions to his dead comrades countless times, understanding this kind of family affection, so he was not surprised. He took two steps back and told Ah Nu to move gently in Chinese.

The boy's movements were light, and under the suit, he was a leather bag filled with silk mesh bags, the kind that tied the bag mouth. The rope and the bag mouth were handled very exquisitely. In this detail, the Japanese's characteristics of striving for excellence were fully revealed. They were just left-behind old men between the two mountains and fields, and they were so fine when dealing with a bag of ashes.

Buck only saw the bag of quilt open with a hole that exposed the white sand-like ashes. It was just such a handful of death. He saw too much, and he didn't sigh. He asked the guide to remind the other party that the gentleman who died in a foreign land asked to be buried according to the traditional funeral. Seeing that the younger brother also took out a thumb-sized earthenware from the bag of ashes and held it in his hand, he took a step back and called Ah Nu away. Xiao Nu wagged his tail and followed. The native old men had already knelt on the road to hold the ashes, and looked a little tears. A group of people lay down and knelt down to salute at the ashes. Buck also paid special attention to the direction of his departure and not blocking the direction of the worship. He was very careful about these various beliefs and national taboos.

The other person ignored him. Buck walked away and breathed a sigh of relief. He had finished a business. He came to find the girls and disagreed with Wu Mengxi's tricks: "Ah Nu and I will camp outside tonight. What's the difficulty?"

Wu Mengxi has not found a chance to rectify the Dharma these days, and is very unwilling to accept it: "Why, do you really plan to never touch me again?" She also made a red and black striped shawl wrapped around her body, covering her figure, but it has a unique charm, she is really a changeable queen.

Buck leaned against the wooden corridor pillar outside the tourist reception center: "I am quite traditional about the issue of husband and wife relationships. Maybe I am influenced by some Eastern European concept of marriage. It is not harmful to deceive people before marriage as long as you don't take a few boats to deceive people, but as long as you get married, you have to have a responsibility and attitude. What do you think?"

Wu Mengxi leaned against the other side of the square pillar: "What should I do? I finally found a man with affection and righteousness, and I spent a good night together. Now I will just say it will be dispersed? Just because I am a broken flower and willow, I deserve to be abandoned?" Without showing any pitiful look, I just asked seriously with every word to kill my heart.

Buck scratched his head: "I'm not so mean now. I think it's so simple for those girlfriends to part with me before my last marriage."

Wu Mengxi chuckled: "How old were you at that time?"

Buck honestly: "19."

Wu Mengxi sneered: "At the age of nineteen, do you think you were as attractive to the opposite sex as you are now? The hairs didn't grow all over!"

Buck reviewed: "I may be confused when I was intertwining the two views on love and marriage in the East and the West. The West prefers responsibility and loyalty after marriage. The East... I feel that I am tighter before marriage, but after marriage, but I am talking about it in a normal way. What kind of cheating and other things can be seen everywhere?"

Wu Mengxi could see more clearly than him: "Isn't that the matter between men and women? If you take it seriously, that's the matter, and it's not a matter of not taking it seriously. I told you that I want to find a wife to enjoy my old age. Don't kill me without a burial place."

Buck is not afraid of warning: "You are only how old you are, and you are still enjoying your old age."

Wu Mengxi sneered: "Dears to be with your lover, decades have passed. If you don't mess around with something earth-shaking, you will be really sad in your life."

Ye Mingjing's voice came out from behind: "Sister Wu, I'll cheer you up!"
Chapter completed!