After Fang Sheyan confirmed that there was no human flesh, nails, pubic hair, toxins in this "five-color rice", he began to eat it. Then a black girl brought a plate of steamed pastries on a big shaukei woven from reeds.
This cake is very unique. The local specialty sorghum powder is poured into a gourd scoop covered with fine holes, and then the scoop is placed on an iron pot filled with water and heated. The steamed cake tastes delicious. Finally it is topped with a powder mixed with bananas, peanuts, tapioca flour, palm oil, chilli and salt. Its dialect is called "Yinjiela".
The surface of the pastry was gray, soft and sour. Fang Sheyan even saw some tribesmen sprinkle some gray powder into the wine glass. He tried it and found that these powders were not pepper and salt as imagined, but directly The powder made of ore ground makes a "salad salad" sound in the teeth, which is quite uncomfortable. However, those natives who ate it shook their heads, feeling very comfortable, and even lifted up their grass skirts and began to dance swayingly at the back.
Seeing their actions, Fang Sheyan suddenly remembered one thing, that is, during the Jin Dynasty in ancient China, it was also popular to take mineral powder, and they called it Wushisan. The famous Wang Xizhi burped because of this. Unexpectedly, in Africa thousands of miles away, there are also people of the same kind. It's a pity that these tribesmen seem to be unable to leave handed down works such as the Lanting Preface.
Afterwards, a lot of tribesmen began to offer to Sheyan the food they brought, such as insect eggs, grasshoppers, worms... This kind of behavior is somewhat similar to that in the real world, a group of people with red dots on their eyebrows and wearing red scarves The little girl presents flowers to the uncles and aunts who got off the plane... Of course, the symbolic meaning is the same. The feelings brought to Sheyan are two different things.
Faced with these special African foods, the black buddies ate a round belly. Fang Senyan saw that he liked to eat something wrapped in black burnt leaves, and he still relished it. Sheyan couldn't help but try it too. tasted.
The first time I ate it, it felt a little sour, and it tasted a bit like salted duck egg yolk, but the second time it was probably that the person who baked it had a stronger taste, just like boiled poached eggs like boiled sugar-coated eggs. Immediately, Fang Sheyan felt an indescribable fishy smell, grabbed the black buddy and asked quietly, his eyes widened and his stomach turned upside down, it turned out that there are a lot of giant spiders the size of a palm, and they can even hunt small birds. The fat belly of the spider was torn off, wrapped in the fire and burned out...
Fang Sheyan also inquired about some things before, but he didn't know whether the natives were pretending to be confused or tight-lipped, and they never got any useful information. Sheyan didn't dare to eat the weird food presented by those people anymore. After waiting for about half an hour, the alcohol of the rum began to take effect, gradually breaking down the defensive psychology of the locals. As the saying goes, after being drunk, Fang Sheyan began to talk to the chief next to him without saying a word. talk.
"Aren't your precious specialties here gone?"
"No, nothing, only these..."
"Come, try our specialty golden rum (guldoo)"
"It tastes good, oh, not bad."
"Chief, are the warriors of your tribe not brave enough?"
"You talk nonsense (roaring), the warriors of our tribe are as cunning as wolves and as fierce as lions!"
"Then why are you so afraid of those enemies of the Dubaiya tribe?"
"You, what do you know! The Dubaiya tribe is not a human, but a devil! They are the descendants of evil gods. Anyone who enters that damned swamp will be dragged into their ruins and become terrifying death slaves!"
"It's just a legend. Legends always contain a lot of water."
"This, this is not a legend!! Twenty years ago, I followed my father into the Great Swamp. The horror and weirdness there is definitely beyond your imagination. Those powerful and vicious Dubaiyans, they have never Stop chasing us! It's like a nightmare, not only that, even nature has become our enemy, Maharu (God of Nature) is completely mad! Danger spreads everywhere In the air, in the soil, under the water, even the people who were killed rose up again to attack us... "
Hearing what the old chief said, Fang Sheyan's eyes lit up at the same time. Yes, even though the old man seemed to be tight-lipped, he still uttered the truth after drinking under the lethality of rum. It can be seen from the little Lord Fokke that the place called the Dubai Swamp must be dark and rotten, full of diseases, plagues and dangers.
In this case, if you can get a guide who has been here before, then it must be more effective with half the effort and extremely efficient.
However, it is estimated that these local indigenous people can hardly even eat enough, and they must not be able to spare too much time and food for work such as wine making. So they are addicted to alcohol and their resistance to alcohol is extremely low. When Fang Sheyan wanted to continue to ask the chief about his situation, he saw the old man fell into a deep sleep and could not wake up again.
But fortunately, now that such information has been mastered, it is equivalent to finding a thread in a mess, and then it will naturally become clear. Fang Sheyan immediately called a few pirates who were smart and good at drinking, and asked them to bring good wine to inquire about the news, and soon, all kinds of news came back quickly.
First of all, it was the old chief who suffered from a strange disease. He tossed and turned his bed all day long, groaning and groaning in pain. Therefore, Alam, the son of the old chief, led the warriors of the family deep into the swamp, desperately looking for Dubai. The Secret Roots of the Subtribe: The Sun Ladder.
It is rumored that this kind of flower contains terrifying and mysterious power, which can make people grasp the source of immortality. As the primitive tribe closest to the Dubai Swamp, they also mastered some of the activities of the Dubai people. The timing of their entry into the swamp happened to be the juncture of the worship of the Dubaiya tribe.
There were a total of 147 people who followed the chief into the Great Swamp, but only thirteen of them survived. Among the thirteen people, four of them turned into monsters or were killed within seven days after they came out. died, or fled into the primeval jungle, and there are still five people left.
There is also a message: the local aborigines live very poorly, so they only need to pay a small price to obtain their loyalty.
After Fang Sheyan got this information, he quickly started to act. The first thing he wanted to find was naturally the survivors who had gone deep into the Dubai tribe. However, the process was not smooth, and they found that all the people they could find had become unlucky people who could only drool and smile stupidly. The only person who was sober was the chief of the current tribe.
But obviously this chief will never follow them. If he uses force, it may be self-defeating. According to Sheyan's method of both soft and hard, it is natural to deal with them, but it will take a certain amount of time, but Fang Sheyan and the others are also Only a few hours remain. After many considerations, the pirates under Sheyan found another piece of news to report:
"Boss, there is another person who went deep into the Dubai Swamp, called Mbenga."
Fang Senyan suddenly felt that the name was very familiar. Thinking carefully, when slaughtering zebras earlier, a native suddenly went berserk. Isn't this guy called Mbenga? Judging by his mind and consciousness, he definitely doesn't look like a lunatic or a fool. Thinking of this, Fang Sheyan immediately called out the guy from the gold mine, and asked Mogansha and Jiaoshi to cooperate with him in recruiting indigenous people, as a way to enter Dubai. Swamp's squad.
Fang Senya bribed a black girl with a beautiful mirror. It is estimated that her boyfriend (or suitor) is in charge of guarding the sinners, so although the guard showed a look of embarrassment on his face, the next second his ears He was pulled hard, and the pain deformed the guy's facial features.
The black girl murmured a few more words, probably to stop her ears from being ravaged (or to have a smooth sex life these few nights), and the guard, who looked tall and mighty but was actually very afraid of women, got out of the way. Sheyan didn't need much effort to see Mbenga who was imprisoned in the sloppy building outside.
Mbenga is a black man, a tall, muscular black man with triangular eyes. He has stabbed a spider on his left cheek with eye-catching paint.
When Sheyan saw him, the big man was squeezing his temples with his thumbs, frowning tightly, as if doing so could expel some distracting thoughts from his mind faster and more quickly. of.
There is a very obvious scar on his forehead, the scar is bleeding red, winding like a centipede on his forehead, probably because of the destruction of the dense bone, the re-growth skin on the scar has a A strange depression. It looked as if a piece of his head was missing.
As far as Sheyan's superficial medical knowledge is concerned, he can see that Mbenga is very lucky to be able to survive such traumatic brain injury, let alone maintain normal consciousness. After seeing Sheyan Later, Mbenga was surprised:
"You... I know you. You are the leader of the group of people from the other side of the sea. What are you doing here?"
Sheyan's answer was: "Boom".
That was the sound of the waxed rum cork being squeezed out, and then the aroma of golden rum naturally floated into his nostrils through the medium of air.