Intuitively speaking, these things from Bangalashra were the kind of small goods that were inconspicuous in life. You could choose 7 items for 10 yuan, but once you ran out of them, you would feel very inconvenient.
Bangalashra walked out, hit his chest with his right fist, then said a few words in the local language. Suddenly, the onlookers dispersed and hurriedly ran back while cheering. Then, they came out with more people.
At this time, Fang Linyan discovered something strange. There were about 200 to 300 people in this village, but most of them were women and children. There were very few young men, less than 50, and a small half of them were disabled.
Bangalashra walked to the goods piled up like a mountain next to him, took a plastic basin, and put 2 bags of salt, a soap, 5 bags of matches, a flashlight, and a dozen batteries in the basin. He then placed it in front of the goods and said a few words loudly.
Then each family sent a representative to come here to collect these things. Everyone who collected them was overjoyed as if it was Chinese New Year.
Fang Linyan even saw that many people directly opened the bag of salt, dipped some crushed salt into their mouths, and tasted it directly. Then, their faces showed relief. Some were more particular. They even dipped their fingers in the salt for their children to taste.
The poverty and primitive of this place could be seen from this!
Looking at the smiles on these people's faces, Bangalashra's indifferent expression seemed to melt a little. He then directly handed over the supervision of the distribution of goods to another person.
He quickly walked in front of an old man whose wrinkles were as deep as a trench, and quickly said a few words. The old man then pointed to a house by the side, or more accurately, a thatched hut would be more appropriate to describe it.
After approaching the thatched shed, they could hear deafening snoring and an unpleasant smell of alcohol. Obviously, the owner's sleep quality was very good. The noise outside didn't affect him at all.
Then Fang Linyan saw a fat black man. He also had several scars on his body, which seemed to add an extra fierce aura to him.
After Bangalashra walked over, he frowned, picked up a basin of water next to him, and splashed it at him.
The fat black man immediately jumped up, then he was about to curse, but he stopped when he saw Bangalashra's appearance.
At this moment, Bangalash said flatly.
"I'm looking for you, Mukla."
Mukla smiled and replied honestly.
"Okay, okay. What's the matter?"
Next, Bangalash told Mukla what Fang Linyan described. Mukla listened very carefully. After listening to it, he called the two of them to study it together.
The two men that Mukla called over were the 'capable people' of the village. Simply put, they were the ones with brains, guts, and wild connections in the tribe.
They also felt the lack of materials in the tribe and the inconvenience of transportation. Moreover, in just a few hundred square kilometers of land, there were dozens of tribes of various sizes.
Therefore, Mukla led his people and became a traveling merchant. He rode an unknown number of battered motorcycles and carried three large backpacks, shuttling back and forth between the various tribes to purchase specialties, sell some daily necessities and so on.
This was also the reason why Mukla's life was obviously better than others. Needless to say, the group of people he brought must know the surrounding villages and tribes like the back of their hands.
Of course, the greater the profit, the greater the risk. Mukelegan had been a traveling merchant for five years. Of the six people who had followed him, only three were left. One died of disease, and the other two were killed by robbers.
Fang Linyan stood aside and listened to their discussion. He didn't say a word. It was the basic quality of a successful person to leave professional things to the professionals.
After a fierce discussion, they finally came to a conclusion.
The village that Fang Linyan was going to should be Kadala Village.
This village was 90 kilometers away from here. Of course, it was a straight line distance! This place could be described as a place with good feng shui because the location of the village was too good.
The well in the center of the village was the famous fish spring. Every time the moon became full, fish would jump out of it. This was undoubtedly a windfall.
Not only that, but the cave behind Kadala Village also produced high-quality rock salt. This was also an additional source of income.
Fish spring sounded very mysterious, but in fact, it was related to tides. Madagascar was the 4th largest island in the world. The tide was the strongest when the moon was full, so the seawater poured into the inland the most.
When the seawater poured into the underground water veins, the freshwater fish in the water veins were of course not adapted to the high salinity seawater. It was fatal to them!
So they had to find a way to escape, otherwise they would die. This was why there would be fish jumping out of the well.
Of course, because of this, Kadala Village had been abandoned several times, and it would always be occupied by humans again in the end.
The one who made the final decision was actually an old man. After listening for a long while, he opened his mouth and said with a smile that had only a few teeth left, "That's right.
"There's no need to think about it. The village with the big olive tree is Kadala."
Fang Linyan heard him speaking in an affirmative tone, and he couldn't help but ask curiously,
"What do you mean?"
The old guy laughed hoarsely, pointed at Bangalash and others, and said,
"Kadala was first settled by the Bets Missalaka people. They also occupied Kadala for more than 100 years. Even the name Kadala was given by them."
"The Bets Missalaka people speak the Turkic language! Isn't the pronunciation of Kadala in the Turkic language a huge tree? "
Hearing the old man's words, Fang Linyan suddenly felt that his theory was irrefutable!
Aren't you just looking for a village with a big olive tree?
This village is called Great Tree Village. This name is the irrefutable evidence. What else do you want?
Of course, there was no time to lose. They set off in time, especially at this time when the weather was still very good. The morning sun had already shone down.
Under the hospitality of the tribe, Fang Linyan stayed here for breakfast.
This breakfast was porridge cooked by cassava, and some fruits that Fang Linyan didn't know were added in it. It tasted like corn residue porridge.
However, Fang Linyan loved the side dishes that went with the porridge. It might be difficult for people from other countries to eat it, but for China people, it was okay. It was deep-fried golden cicada.
Thanks to Master Xuanzang, the popularity of golden cicada was still very high in China. The golden cicada here was exceptionally fat, and their method of making golden cicada was also very special. They were fried first and then roasted. It actually tasted juicy.
Fang Linyan had a great meal, but this also caused about 1/3 of the villagers to not have breakfast in the morning, but the smile on their simple faces came from the heart.
Because in the local customs, guests liked to eat what they took out. It was a kind of honor that would make the host feel proud.
However, Fang Linyan was also a person who would return the favor. Of course, he would not let a group of children and women starve because of his own reasons. After he was full, he directly borrowed the tribe's cauldron and boiled a large cauldron of water.
Then, Fang Linyan took out a large bag of things! This thing was the sweet spring of office workers, the gospel of farmers, and the last hope of the overtime party … It was XX brand pickled cabbage!
After Fang Linyan put in the noodles and spice packs in turn, the unique fragrance of instant noodles came out. A large group of black children stopped crying. They stared straight at it, and their nostrils kept shrinking.
Then Fang Linyan began to pour oil and soy sauce into the pot. He threw in 2 large bags of kelp. This thing was also the kind that would fill a large pot after being cooked. Then he threw in a few bags of noodles. Finally, before taking out the pot, he sprinkled a lot of tender palm stems into it. This thing tasted good after being cooked.
Then, such a large pot of hodgepodge was eaten clean. This had nothing to do with Fang Linyan's cooking skills. It was mainly the credit of the engineers hired by the instant noodles factory with a high salary. The spice packs they made were indeed fragrant.
Of course, Fang Linyan's credit was to pour enough blending oil into it. For these children and the elderly who were obviously malnourished, the oil had an instinctive temptation to their poor and weak bodies.
After a full meal, Fang Linyan and Bangalash set off. Of course, Mukla was also a guide. He was very enthusiastic and took the initiative to help. Without waiting for Bangalash's order, he took the initiative to prepare the motorcycle.
The shrewd Mukla had long seen that Fang Linyan was an out-and-out rich man. The key was that this guy seemed to be very generous!
It turned out that Mukla made the right bet. His enthusiasm and help directly exchanged for 3 golden demons!! And it was a deposit. As long as he got there as soon as possible, there would be 5 golden demons as a reward. This directly made Mukla almost kneel down and kiss Fang Linyan's boots!
This was really a huge sum of money for him. Even after working hard for so many years, Mukla's savings were less than 3 golden demons.
Of course, this was even less of a problem for Fang Linyan. All the problems that could be solved with gold coins were not problems! Anyway, this thing couldn't be brought out of this world!
The straight line distance of 90 kilometers seemed to be a short distance on the map, but in fact, even with a guide and a motorcycle, it would theoretically take more than 6 hours to go there.
However, under the power of the 5 golden demons, Kadala Village appeared in front of Fang Linyan before the sun rose to the sky.
This village was located between 2 mountains, but the hillsides on both sides were not steep. In short, there would be no landslide at all.
Fang Linyan stood on a rock and looked down. He found that the population in this village was actually very large and bustling. Then he saw the big olive tree, and he said in surprise,
"Didn't you say that this tree has been cut down?"
Mukla smiled and said,
"Sir, the previous big olive tree has indeed been cut down. What you see now is just a new seedling growing from the chopped tree stump."
Fang Linyan used a strong willpower to make himself swallow the "F * ck" that almost blurted out back into his stomach!
The big olive tree in the village was more than 30 meters tall. There were obvious signs of a single tree forming a forest. This was just a f * cking new seedling! How big should the original olive tree be?
Not only that, Fang Linyan simply calculated the time. The last time Quirrell came should be more than 10 years ago, right? In tropical areas, even if trees grew quickly, the progress would not be so amazing.
Obviously, under normal circumstances, it was impossible for the olive tree to grow so tall in such a short time. There might be supernatural forces behind it.
"Let's go! Hurry up. "Fang Linyan said concisely," I have to go under this olive tree to take a look. "
Mukla nodded and said,
"Okay, I'm quite familiar with the tribe that occupies this village now. I'll go over and negotiate with them. You guys are strangers, don't go over. Wait for me here."
After Mukla finished speaking, he rode the motorcycle and rushed over. Fang Linyan and Bongjia also followed.
From afar, after Mukla arrived at the village entrance, someone greeted him. But apparently, Mukla's negotiation didn't have any effect. The cigarettes and candies he handed out as a bribe were accepted, but the two people at the village entrance still forbade him from entering.
Probably the sound of talking alarmed the people inside, then several people rushed out from inside. After there were more people, the situation immediately got out of control. Someone immediately took a fancy to Mukla's motorcycle and planned to push it away. The cargo box behind the motorcycle was also opened.
Just as Mukla was about to retaliate, he was slapped to the ground. He looked like a person with a temper. He roared angrily as he stood up, but the person beside him stabbed him in the stomach with a spear!
Obviously, Mukla collapsed to the ground in pain.
The few people around immediately gloated and laughed.
Since Mukla was slapped, Fang Linyan and Bangalash began to rush here directly, but they did not expect the other party to be so ruthless without hesitation!
Bangalash's expression did not change, but the corner of his eyes twitched, but Fang Linyan knew very well that this guy was a person who cared about his tribe very much!
Sure enough, when Bangalash started the motorcycle and drove over, the group of aborigines were still laughing, then they raised the spear again. It seemed that they did not mind using such a weapon to stab Bangalash and then rob his motorcycle.
However, gunshots sounded immediately after. The first one to be shot was the guy who stabbed with the spear. At this time, he was greedily trying to tear off Mukla's nose ring! After being shot, he immediately covered his chest and collapsed to the ground in pain.
The next one to be shot was the person holding Mukla's goods in his hand. These people did not die on the spot, but they were shot in the lungs. After the bullet directly opened a hole in the lungs, the negative pressure in the chest directly disappeared.
Those who were shot would feel palpitations, mental fatigue, and so on. Of course, the most serious and intuitive feeling was the feeling of suffocation.
The feeling of despair that no matter how hard one breathed was enough to make anyone collapse directly, especially when this person did not know basic first aid, this despair would be multiplied.
Looking at those arrogant guys rolling on the ground and wailing in the blink of an eye, Fang Linyan actually had a strange pleasure in his heart.
After Bangalash rushed over, he directly jumped off the motorcycle and began to check Mukla's injury, but less than 2 seconds after he lowered his head, a series of gunshots sounded in the distance.
Fang Linyan's face suddenly changed. He could hear that at least 3 AK's were aiming and firing!
If it were him, of course, he would not be afraid of these 3 AK's, but Mukla and Bangalash might not be. At least these 2 people couldn't die yet!
In the smoke and dust caused by the bullets, Mukla's head was directly blown off. Although Bangalash rolled and hid behind the wall in time, he was still hit by at least 2 bullets. Blood spilled everywhere.
Fang Linyan sighed slightly in his heart, then he was ready to make a move.
He knew that Bangalash was valued by the Glasgow Import and Export Company and was regarded as a confidant by the ace hunter Hermit. It was definitely not just because of his good marksmanship. After all, many creatures in the secret realm were not afraid of bullets at all.
But now that Mukla was dead, he couldn't bear the risk of his guide's death. This was likely to cause the mission time of this trip to be greatly extended!
However, Fang Linyan immediately knew one thing – the 20 gold coins he spent on Bangalash was really worth it. Even if he included the balance that he was about to pay him, it was still worth it!!
Bangalash, who was hiding behind a low wall, quickly rolled on the ground, then directly transformed. The transformation process was very fast.
So in the next second, a huge white tiger pounced straight out from behind the low wall.
This was a terrifying big guy. The length of its head and tail was more than 5 meters, and its weight was even more than 400 kilograms. After taking a closer look, one would find that its whole body was covered with white hair and dark lines. It was ferocious and violent!
Such a huge beast, when running and jumping, actually showed a sense of lightness. The people on the other side obviously did not expect such an unforeseen event. They raised their guns and fired again, but this time, it was useless.
This did not mean that Bangalash was faster than bullets, but the speed of the muzzle was too slow. They couldn't even aim, so how could they expect to hit the target?
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