Several people in the shed were sitting on benches made of rough wood. The so-called table in front of them was also made of logs. There was a person sitting in the middle. He was slightly fat. Erin said that this was her father Jiwayo.
The chief was the fattest person Zhou Jiping found in the tribe. He was about fifty years old. He had many ornaments on his head and body, which showed that he was different. In front of him was placed a
A wooden stick, about two feet long, seemed to be a symbol like a scepter. The people next to him all looked like elders. They were all around fifty years old and seemed to be of high status. They looked in the direction of Zhou Jiping solemnly with expressions on their faces.
Serious, not angry and proud
Among the several people, there is one person who is the most special. He is dressed in gray and black clothes. He is very thin and looks strange. He has very few accessories on his body. He looks a bit like a monk. His face is calm and indifferent.
Seeing Yilin bringing Zhou Jiping over, the tribesmen in front of the shed automatically got out of the way. Two people who were standing and talking to a few old people in the shed also stopped and stepped aside. The entire empty field became silent.
come down
Yilin stepped forward, saluted the chief, and then reported something to the chief. She glanced sideways at Zhou Jiping from time to time.
While talking to Yilin, the chief looked at Zhou Jiping. After a while, the chief nodded, pondered again, turned back to discuss with the man in black, then looked at the other two people, and saw that they had no objection.
, so I asked Yi Lin to call Zhou Jiping.
The tribesmen around the shed were talking softly and whispering to each other.
"e! (Follow me)" Yilin came over, took Zhou Jiping's hand, and led him into the wooden shed
Standing in front of the chief, several old men looked at him incomprehensibly for a long time before Chief Jiwayo slowly spoke. Didi Dulu said a few words, which Zhou Jiping couldn't understand. He looked at Yilin but there was no translation.
I had no choice but to listen to what the chief announced loudly at the end. The tribesmen who were watching began to cheer, and the woman began to spin in circles, and then screamed loudly at Yilin, as if she was celebrating something.
Then, the chief stood up, and Yilin pulled Zhou Jiping forward. He first touched Yilin's forehead with the wooden stick in his hand. When he was about to touch Zhou Jiping's forehead, Zhou Jiping instinctively avoided the chief's questioning words.
Looking over, there was a sullen look on his face
"I'm from China. Zhou Enlai is the Prime Minister of our country. Can I go back to China?" Zhou Jiping looked at Yilin, hoping that she could translate for him, and then looked at the chief with a somewhat apologetic look.
The chief looked at Zhou Jiping with a solemn look. From the chief's eyes, Zhou Jiping suddenly felt that the chief in front of him was not simple. There seemed to be many things hidden in his eyes. Is it wisdom? Is it vicissitudes? Is it worry? Zhou Jiping
After watching for a while, the chief turned to Yilin. Yilin slowly translated Zhou Jiping's words. Although she heard the syllables of "Zhou Enlai", just looking at her expression, she knew that she had tampered with Zhou Jiping's original words.
After listening to Yilin's words, the chief smiled with relief and said something loudly to the surrounding tribesmen. Among them, the sound of "Zhou Enlai" was particularly obvious. As soon as the chief finished speaking, the entire tribe cheered and stamped their feet in unison.
Shout: Zhou Enlai! Zhou Enlai! Zhou Enlai!
This greatly surprised Zhou Jiping. Why did such a primitive-looking tribe worship Premier Zhou Enlai so much? While he was stunned, the chief's wooden stick touched Zhou Jiping's forehead. The cheers of the surrounding tribesmen were even louder.
Zhou Jiping thought in a daze: Are we being arranged like this? But he can't find the will to resist in his heart. Zhou Jiping is not the kind of impulsive character. Years of misfortune and setbacks have taught him to endure for the sake of life and death.
, he knew very well what decision to make, not to mention where the backpack containing all the outdoor survival equipment was left. Based on his current physical condition, there would only be one result for rashly breaking into the grassland.
There will always be opportunities, as long as you can wait for them
At this time, the chief gave an order to the tough-looking man. The man agreed, glanced at Zhou Jiping, and left with the tough men behind him. Hearing the man's reply, Zhou Jiping remembered
This man should be the man who came to Yilin that night. His voice was very deep and his throat was very strong. This characteristic is easy to remember. The man's eyes towards her before and the cold look before leaving just now also said,
His relationship with Irene seems not to be simple
Turning his attention to Yilin, Yilin's expression was slightly apologetic, but she shook her head as if admonishing.
Under the chief's instructions, the tribe seemed to have entered a happy atmosphere, and people were hurriedly preparing something.
"Today, you will become my husband." In a corner of the empty field, Yilin timidly said to Zhou Jiping. The word "husband" made Zhou Jiping speechless.
"Why do you do this?" Zhou Jiping asked calmly after Yilin finished speaking.
Yilin looked embarrassed, pulled Zhou Jiping to a place where no one was paying attention, and explained to Zhou Jiping with gestures and words: "I'm sorry, I can only do this, it will not only prevent you from being killed, but it will also be good for the tribe."
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Seeing that Zhou Jiping didn't understand, Yilin said again: "This is also what my father meant." Yilin's English vocabulary was pitiful, and after thinking for a while, she said intermittently: "Kondala said that you are a god sent by Damon.
Come here, be careful Duka”
These nonsense words made Zhou Jiping even more confused. Why is he related to God again? Who is Kundala? Who is Duka? Thinking about the conversation with Yilin in the past few days, he suddenly remembered a key point
After hesitating for a moment, he asked the question: "Is this Montaya?"
"Yes!" Yilin's answer made Zhou Jiping's worries come true.
"How far is Tanzania from here?" Zhou Jiping asked with a glimmer of hope. Language is an insurmountable problem. Asking this way will reveal his destination, but now it is the only way to ask.
But what answered him was Yilin's confusion.
Zhou Jiping's heart sank to the end. Either Yilin had never heard of the name Tanzania, or she couldn't understand his question at all. He would rather the answer was the latter, otherwise the result would be too frustrating.
What's going on with the old map in Sewell's hand? Didn't it mean that after walking more than a hundred kilometers, we should be in the neighboring country of Tanzania? Why is it still Muntaya?
At this moment, several tribesmen came to Zhou Jiping and Yilin and told them that the chief wanted to see Zhou Jiping.
The two ended their conversation and walked towards the wooden shed. They saw a man in gray and black robes slowly walking out of the wooden shed. Yilin hurriedly pulled Zhou Jiping to make way for the man, bent down to salute him, and at the same time said to Zhou Jiping.
The introduction said "He is God's messenger Kundala"
What god’s messenger is more like a magic stick! Zhou Jiping cursed in his heart, but followed Yilin’s salute. Kundala smiled at them, gave Zhou Jiping a meaningful look, turned around and left.
The people paid tribute to him one after another
——————————————Immoral Lao Ben, are you asking me to marry a wife? It’s simply force... (stutters several times) force;
What's wrong? I'm not happy about it. She is the chief's daughter, so she can be considered a descendant. If you have this kind of relationship, it will be easy to get a higher position in the future.
I don't agree, she is black!
What's wrong with black people? Don't engage in racial discrimination!
I quit. I could have killed me if I could. Nonsense, who will I write if I want you to die?