Hans, who had been holding up his phone, walked out and said, "Indeed, it was a misunderstanding. Move aside, we'll leave."
Li Du said, "Refund my ticket and tour guide fee!"
His tone was as tough as ever, and his back was as straight as ever.
The old man was furious. "You want to challenge our bottom line?!"
Hans continued to be the peacemaker. He raised his hand and said, "How about this, you give us the money back, and we'll leave the alloy arrows under the rock to you. How about that?"
A burly Native American man said, "It landed in our territory, so it belongs to us!"
"This f * cking hooligan!" Hans cursed in a low voice.
The old man did not want to get into a fight. He waved his hand to stop his men and said with a gloomy face, "Let's do it this way. Refund the kid's money and let them go!"
The burly Native American man took out some money from his pocket and handed it to Li Du. Li Du did not even count it. He took the money and walked forward, ignoring the aggressive Native American men.
Someone tried to pick a fight and blocked the road. Godzilla rushed forward and slammed into the man, sending him flying far away!
The others did not dare to pick a fight. They obediently made way for him.
After they left, the old man waved his hand and the Native American men rushed to the gravel. "Find the arrows!"
Soon, someone found a short arrow in the sand and excitedly brought it back to the old man, saying, "Alrockia, please have a look."
The old man held the arrow, his face full of suspicion. "What's so special about this arrow? What's the difference between it and our arrows? "
"I can't tell either, but what kind of alloy is this? It may look like steel, but it's actually very sharp," a burly man said.
The old man nodded and walked to the side of the canyon. A group of men surrounded him, looking at the arrow in his hand expectantly.
With a cough, the old man held the arrow and stabbed it hard into the canyon rock.
Bang! There was a loud noise and sparks flew. The arrow rebounded, numbing the old man's hand.
The Native American men looked at the red rock. There was only a white dot on the rock. There was not even a hole. It was not even as sharp as their tribe's arrows.
"We've been tricked!"
"Drive faster, drive faster. When those idiots find out they've been tricked, they'll probably come for us," Hans said.
Godzilla stepped on the accelerator, and the truck sped up again, speeding along the highway.
Li Du said gloomily, "D * mn it, it's a waste of time and energy. There's nothing to gain."
Hans chuckled. "Who says we didn't get anything? We've gained a lot! "
Li Du asked curiously, "What big gain? Why didn't I know about this? "
Hans said confidently, "Just wait and see. It's definitely going to be a great harvest!"
They continued to drive north. After leaving the Navajo territory, they drove along HW 264 and arrived at the Hopi territory.
The highway passed by three mesas, namely the First, Second, and Third Mesas. These lands formed the core of the Hopi Reservation.
In other words, after Li Du and the others passed through the Navajo territory, they entered the core area of the Hopi.
After Hans explained, he could not help but laugh. "Do these Native Americans know how to fight? No strategic buffer zone? No wonder the tribe is always surrounded by the Navajo. "
"You're the one who doesn't understand the Native American conflict. They have to live at the front line. Otherwise, once they retreat, the land they retreat will be occupied by the other party."
Li Du was shocked. "The Navajo are so domineering?"
Hans said, "When it comes to land, all the Native Americans are domineering. Especially the Navajo, they are very cunning. They like to play tricks like herding sheep. "
"What kind of tricks like herding sheep?"
"Herding sheep into a piece of land, and then the land belongs to them."
Li Du nodded to show that he understood. This was indeed the style of the Navajo. Just now, when they dropped their arrows, the Navajo thought that the arrows had become their property.
After turning off the highway, they drove on a relatively wide dirt road for about ten minutes. A large village with thatched cottages appeared in front of them.
Hans patted the driver's seat and cheered, "Welcome to the oldest inhabited settlement in North America, Old Oraibi Village!"
About a kilometer away from the village, they stopped the car and walked.
Hans said, "Later, no photos, no sketches, no recordings, okay?"
Everyone nodded. "Okay!"
It was the first time Li Du had come to such a primitive Native American settlement. As they approached the tribe, he looked around curiously, feeling that everything was new.
Outside the tribe, there were some small buildings that looked like mud forts surrounding the village. These buildings were used to defend against foreign enemies. The buildings were very sturdy, with only openings for observation and archery.
In addition to these forts, there was a building that looked like a small church at the entrance. There was a cross on the roof and a statue of Jesus inside.
Li Du asked in surprise, "Hey, are these Native Americans Christians?"
Hans said, "This is the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, or Mormonism. Around the 1850s, the Mormons settled in Utah. They started trying to convince the Native Americans to convert to Mormonism."
Hearing this, Li Du exclaimed, "My God, these believers are crazy. They would do anything to preach."
"Jacob Hamblin," said Ollie. "That crazy guy is called Jacob Hamblin. He went deep into the Hopi territory for the first time in 1858 and made a missionary agreement with the natives. Later in 1875, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints was founded here."
Hans looked at him and said, "You know a lot about this history."
Ollie smiled. "I wanted to join the Mormons, so I learned some of their history and knowledge. As you know, the Mormons allow polygamy. "
"Why didn't you join them later? Did God see through your playboy thoughts? "
Olly continued to smile sheepishly, "No, it's just that I realized that it's already difficult for me to support a wife, let alone a second one!"
The Hopi did not prohibit tourists from entering, but they did not allow tourists to wander around. They had set up a tourist reception at the front of the reservation, and there was also a small museum for tourists to view.
Li Du went in to take a look. The museum was full of historical photos and introductory cultural exhibitions. The little bug was excited when it went in, wanting to absorb the time energy of the handicrafts.
However, he could not do that. It felt like stealing, and it was not his style.
There were also postcards made by the Hopi in the museum. Li Du was overjoyed when he saw them. He bought another set and mailed it to Sophie.
Dickens asked curiously, "What kind of method are you using to pick up girls? Postcards to pick up girls? "
Li Du shook his head. "It's not picking up girls, it's exchanging hearts!"
"Ugh!" The group of people vomited.
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