When Bai Yang brought a large bucket of salt to the bedroom of the tree house, he discovered that only the white of fish belly was slightly visible on the horizon.
"No one is jet lag now, it's noon over there..."
It was already dawn, and the village was already alive. When I opened the window, in the open space under the tree house, a large group of half-grown men were already lined up in a crooked formation, following a strong man in front of them, humming and gesticulating.
Exercising in the morning sun, what a passionate and inspiring picture
After taking a few glances, Bai Yang found it very boring. After comparing it, he found that it was not as good-looking as the military training he learned in high school...
Bai Yang twisted the plastic bucket filled with salt and opened the bedroom door. Bai Yang almost screamed. The girl who had gotten up at some time was standing outside the door, looking at him with a pair of big eyes.
It doesn’t look like she cried at all last night!
Because he didn't understand the customs and customs here, Bai Yang couldn't understand the girl's mentality at all. Well, don't guess what the girl was thinking. This sentence was faithfully fulfilled by Bai Yang.
He said hello to the other party. Whether the other party understood or not was not his responsibility.
The girl just pouted silently, not surprised at all that Bai Yang brought up a completely new bucket from the empty bedroom.
Normally anyone would be surprised, right
Carrying the salt, Bai Yang came to the kitchen. Under the girl's wide-eyed gaze, which made her almost faint with distress, he threw a fist-sized lump of brown salt in a wooden bowl out of the window...
“#￥… %%&**&”
The girl stood in front of Bai Yang, gesticulating and chattering, but Bai Yang couldn't understand it at all.
He grabbed the other person's wrist and saw that she was about to turn around and run out to retrieve the salt block.
After stopping the other party, Bai Yang picked up the wooden bowl and rinsed it twice in the sink. After shaking it dry, he filled the bucket with a bowl of white salt.
"We will use this from now on," Bai Yang said, pointing to the salt in the bowl.
There seems to be something wrong, the word 'we' is too natural...
The girl didn't understand at all. Under Bai Yang's gesticulating gesture, she stretched out two fingers to twist a handful of salt grains and put them in her mouth. Her eyes widened instantly. She was obviously bitter from the salt, but she couldn't bear to vomit. He also put an index finger in his mouth and looked at Bai Yang in surprise.
Seeing this scene any longer, Bai Yang was about to make a fool of himself. He turned around and went to find the old man with a white beard and a bucket of salt.
I don’t know if it’s because the old man sleeps very lightly. When Bai Yang found the old man with the white beard, he was already sitting on a wicker chair and kindly watching the group of half-grown men gesticulating wildly.
The old man greeted Bai Yang's arrival with a smile, but he didn't know what he was saying...
After another round of gesticulations, the old man realized that the white powder in the bucket was table salt, which was a reward for the villagers' help in building the house yesterday, and then he gave it to the other party together with the poke.
The old man was even more excited than the girl. He grabbed a handful of salt grains and stuffed them into his mouth. His nose and eyes were so salty that he couldn't bear to spit them out. Then, his bones seemed to have weighed a few kilograms, and he ran away with a bucket of salt...
Bai Yang, who grew up in the city, has no idea how important salt is to heavy manual workers. If heavy manual workers don't eat salt for a long time, they will have no strength, poor mental state, and osteoporosis. The problem is that the hair will turn white...
"How low is the living standard here that the villagers who get a little salt can be so excited!"
Bai Yang was almost worried to death. If he resold Japanese supplies, he thought he could empty the pants of the villagers here.
The morning sun rises, its light is vast, the mist is like smoke, the dew is crystal clear, the leaves are whirling, the vegetation is fragrant, the children are playing, the smoke is curling up, the sunshine, the woods, the breeze, the cheers, the laughter, constitute a tranquility in this refreshing morning. A peaceful picture.
Bai Yang didn't have the air of an artist at all. He just felt very comfortable with all this. Ya was bored and squatted on a big rock to watch a group of muscular men, big and small, showing off their bodies and their unique skills. He had no intention of joining in. His His body is smaller than that of a child, so let’s not lose sight of that person.
As he watched, Bai Yang discovered that Barbarian No. 3 was sneaking around him, and "blatantly" took away the electric prod placed beside him when he wasn't paying attention...
"What the hell is this guy doing?"
Then Bai Yang was so happy that he almost rolled off the big rock.
I saw Barbarian No. 3 getting a set of tattered armor made of metal sheets from somewhere, wearing it on his muscular body that looked like steel plates, and then he pressed the switch of the electric prod to hit the armor...
This time it was even worse. Metal is conductive. She lay on the ground and twitched for a long time without getting up. The electric prod rolled away all the way...
"You have to be so desperate to compete with the electric prod, but I still admire your spirit of exploration."
While sighing, Bai Yang picked up the electric prod and continued to watch a group of muscular men showing off their body and unique skills.
What puzzles Bai Yang is that these villagers don't know whether it's because their reflection arc is too long or their receptive ability is beyond the sky. They have no curiosity at all about the wood that disappeared last night, the salt and electric rods they brought. , with such a natural look that Bai Yang couldn't figure it out even if he thought about it.
"It's a great time, but I wasted it in such a boring way, which makes people and gods angry."
While eating the barbecue that the girl carefully fed, Bai Yang sighed in his heart. He felt even more bored after the group of muscular men of all sizes left.
Boredom is a disease and it needs to be cured!
He had to find something to do, otherwise he would be bored to death. When he saw a group of muscular men getting ready to go into the jungle to hunt again, Bai Yang thought for a while and patted his butt and ran over.
He didn't look for anyone else, but the three iron triangle barbarians who brought him to this village. After all, he was familiar with them.
After a lot of arrogant and incomprehensible gestures, he finally made the other party understand that he wanted to follow him.
The three big guys muttered a few words but did not refuse.
Then Bai Yang turned around and his eyes widened. He didn't know when the girl who had been following him had changed her clothes and continued to follow him silently.
A suit of leather armor, leather trousers, leather boots, and leather wristbands outlines that figure to the extreme. Although the outfit looks a bit crude and rough, a wildness is rushing towards him.
There is a dagger stuck in the boots, a soft whip wrapped around the waist, a bow and arrows on the back, and a three-foot-long cold broadsword twisted in the hand. Are you almost armed to the teeth
Facing the girl's outfit, Bai Yang suddenly had the thought of beating him ten times, as if for fun.
Ya actually doesn't feel ashamed but feels proud of it. No matter how high the force value is, it can't hide the fact that these villagers are backward in life. A sense of superiority among urban youths who experience tribal life arises spontaneously...
Then... Let's just set off like this. It's not like Bai Yang doesn't know how dangerous the jungle is, but among these people with explosive strength, does he feel safe
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