That night, Gong Liang was warmly received by the entire Mao tribe.
In the cave, the bonfire was brightly lit. Gongliang and the hairy tribe leader Ada were sitting on soft blankets, and several petite girls with long hairs from the hairy tribe were serving them diligently.
In front of the bonfire, a group of red-haired hairy girls danced fieryly, moving their hands and feet, showing off their infinite charm.
Perhaps it was their bravery in killing the round-scaled iguana that made the Maorenbu girls fall in love with the Yanbu boy in front of them. Each of them took advantage of the opportunity to dance and kept flirting and coquettishly flirting with the good man. Some even took the opportunity to
His tail swept in front of Gongliang, then he twisted his butt and gave him a wink.
Gong Liang was disgusted by the cold. Not to mention that he didn't have pedophilia, even if he did, he wouldn't be able to fall in love with them after seeing their long hair, okay?
Another petite hairy girl moved her body over while dancing.
I saw her butt swaying in the air and her tail wagging gracefully in front of Gongliang, in a very graceful manner.
But the smell of monkeys blowing in the wind made Gongliang, who liked cleanliness, nauseous. He didn't know how long it had been since these people took a shower.
Gongliang couldn't help but look at the hairy tribe leader for help. He didn't expect them to go down, he just hoped that these girls would restrain themselves.
It's a pity that the hairy tribe leader only tried to persuade him to drink with a smile and ignored the rest. He could only continue to endure it. Unexpectedly, these girls seemed to be in a mood. A wave of red-haired girls went down, and another wave of golden-haired girls came up.
, followed by a group of snow-white long-haired girls, Pinpin Tingting, walking with graceful figures.
Among the hairy men, these girls may be one of a hundred, as beautiful as a flower, and they are like a fish out of thin air.
But in Gongliang's eyes, they are no different from monkeys.
It's just that these long-haired girls in the Hairy Club have no self-awareness at all. They all think that they are fairy-like figures. They use the opportunity of dancing to play countless tricks, just hoping to win his favor.
The so-called "men admire talented people, women admire Shaoai." This is human nature. What can be said about public conscience?
So he could only endure it, endure it, endure it, but he couldn't bear it anymore. Early the next morning, he said goodbye to the leader of the Mao tribe.
The leader of the Mao tribe was surprised and said: "You are leaving so soon. If you don't stay for a few more days, I also want to take you to see the thousands of fruit trees that my Mao tribe has cultivated for generations?"
Gongliang quickly made an excuse and said: "The temple festival will be held in a year. I want to go there early to avoid being late."
The head of the Mao tribe nodded and said: "Then you are indeed going. In that case, I won't stop you. But since you saved my Mao tribe, I can't remain silent. Come on, I'll take you to get some
The Wanguo wine brewed by my Mao tribe." After Ah Da finished speaking, he took Gong Liang and walked to the small cave where the tribesmen lived nearby.
There were no rules for the small holes dug by the Mao Renbu themselves. Some were outside, some were inside, and some were deeper. After walking around and around for a while, they came to a stone door.
The place where the Shimen is located is also a stone cave, where the Maoren tribe lives. If you don't look carefully, you won't be able to see the existence of the Shimen.
Gongliang feels that this is indeed a very hidden place. If it is used to hide things, it will not be discovered at all.
Several Mao tribe members who followed came forward and pushed open the stone door. The Mao tribe leader took Gong Liang and walked in. Inside was a wider stone room with stone wine jars in the corners.
When we get here, we are still far from our destination.
There was a stone door on the side. The hairy tribe leader pushed open the stone door and continued walking inside.
Once here, torches could not be brought in, and the people from the Mao tribe did not continue to follow. Only Gongliang and the clan leader Ada went in together.
There was also a stone room inside, with no oil lamps or torches, only pieces of bright white stones inlaid on the edge of the stone wall, emitting traces of bright yellow light like moonlight. The gentleman stepped forward curiously and looked at it, but he didn't know what it was.
What on earth is it.
The hairy tribe leader looked at it and said, "This is a moonstone. It can glow at night, but it doesn't last long. It has to be taken outside to absorb moonlight every once in a while before it can be used again."
That means charging. Electric cars also need to be charged. Gongliang muttered in his heart.
The stone room is filled with the aroma of fruit wine, which is very strong. If you listen carefully, you can also hear a little ticking sound.
By the light of the moonstone, Gongliang saw a small hole of about 40 square meters in the middle of the stone chamber.
The roof of the small cave is very strange. It is carved into a semicircle that bulges inward, like a ball with one side exposed. In the middle of the ball, there are water droplets seeping out from the stone and dripping on a stone wine jar below.
middle.
"This is Wanguo wine. Whenever the fruits are ripe, I, the Mao Renbu Erlang, will pick the fruits and throw them into the cave on the cliff above. These fruits will naturally grow in the cave, and over time, they will become Wanguo wine. When the time is up,
, the wine will penetrate into the stone layer and drip from it. Someone here will catch it with a jar. Our hair department can collect more than 20 jars of this kind of wine a year. It tastes sweet but not greasy, and is fragrant and mellow.
Rich, color like new honey, clear and transparent, it is very popular among various tribes, but it is not a rare thing."
After the Maoren tribe leader finished speaking, he led Gong Liang to the stone steps sloping down on the right side of the stone room.
On both sides of the stone steps, moonstones are inlaid at regular intervals, making the narrow stone path look bright.
Not long after walking, they came to a stone room that was about the same size as the stone room in front of them, except that there were some earthenware wine jars beside it.
The environment and layout here are almost exactly the same as before. There is also a small hole in the middle. There is a drop of liquid condensed on the half ball at the top of the hole, which has not been dripped for a long time.
The leader of the Mao tribe pointed to the liquid in the small hole and said: "This is also Wanguo wine, but the taste is better than the previous ones, but the quantity is smaller. Only a few jars can be collected a year, so it is relatively rare."
After looking at it, the leader of the Maoren tribe took Gong Liang to the stone steps sloping down the right side of the room.
After a while, they came to a stone chamber that looked similar to the previous one. The interior was the same as the previous one, with a small hole in the middle. The half sphere at the top of the hole was slightly moist, as if it was condensing something.
"This is also Wanguo wine, but it's different from the two above.
The Wanguo wine here is made from various medicinal herbs and spiritual fruits collected from the wilderness and placed in the cave above. Because they are all spiritual plants, not only the taste is mellow, but the aura is also amazing.
In the upper part, it is not inferior to those nectars and jade liquids. It is just that this wine is rare. After it is cultivated, the impurities are filtered out layer by layer by the jade in the stone layers, leaving only the most essential part, sometimes for several years.
You may not be able to get one."
After hearing the introduction from the leader of the Maoren tribe, Gong Liang discovered that the stone in the small cave was different from the other two places. It was actually made of jade-like stone.
The leader of the Mao tribe walked to the side, pushed open a stone door, and took out a wine jar from inside.
This wine jar is completely different from the ones above. It is completely carved from jade in a small hole. It is completely clear. Through the brightness of the moonstone, you can still see the liquid flowing inside.
The leader of the Mao tribe opened the wine jar, took out a jade spoon from it, took some wine from it, poured it into a small jade bowl, and invited Gongliang to taste it.
Gong Liang took a sip and felt a coolness fall into his stomach. It felt like eating ice cream in winter. His whole body was refreshed and his hair was smooth. He couldn't help but praise: "Good wine."
The leader of the Mao tribe touched his chin beard and said: "Of course it is good wine, but it is very rare. Even if my Mao tribe has collected it for many generations, it is only a hundred jars now. There are about thirty jars here, you can put them away. I
The Hairy People’s Department has nothing else to offer but some home-brewed fruit wine, I hope you don’t dislike it.”
"How does this work?"
Gongliang liked it very much, but this wine was obviously a valuable item of the Mao Ren tribe, so how could he have the nerve to take it.
It was just that the leader of the Mao tribe was so kind that he could not refuse, so Gongliang had no choice but to accept it reluctantly.
After getting the things, they walked up. When they reached the stone room above, the leader of the Maoren tribe gave Gongliang another five hundred thousand jars of fruit wine. When they reached the top, he gave another hundred jars.
Gongliang felt a little embarrassed. He thought he was just helping to kill a round-scaled iguana and there was no need for this.
But to the leader of the Mao tribe, he actually saved the lives of their tribe. The Chunbu Dahuang people always repay kindness. How could they not repay such a great kindness?
Furthermore, Gongliang came from the Yan tribe in his ancestral land, and he will definitely return to the Dayan tribe in the future. If he came out of a soulless place like his ancestral land, no one would believe him if he said that he would be an ordinary person in the future.
Therefore, if you can establish a weak friendship with a future elite of a large tribe, just a little fruit wine is nothing.
I have to say that the leader of the Mao tribe thought very deeply.