After the ladies were rejected, they did not invite them for drinks again.
Instead, many men came to propose toasts. They were very respectful, and Li Du and the others were too embarrassed to reject them, so they drank bowl after bowl.
In the end, more and more people came to propose toasts, especially Li Du. He looked at the long line behind him and started sweating. He did not understand what was going on, so he asked for help.
Marsali, the tribe's secretary, was next to him. He asked, "Hi, ma 'am, can you tell me why everyone is coming to propose toasts to us?"
Marsali giggled. "Two reasons. First, the Hopi are very friendly. Second, I showed them the fight between you and the Navajo. They sincerely admire you, so they came to propose toasts to you."
Since she said so, Li Du could not refuse.
The men who came to propose toasts to him were arranged in groups of ten, forming a long line.
There were fewer people on Hans's side. He looked at Li Du's forced smile and suddenly gloated. "Ha, buddy, you're like a prostitute in a Texas gold mine in the 19th century. Everyone is waiting in line to f * ck you!"
Li Du glared at him and smiled sinisterly. "Very well, you've angered me. I'm going to take revenge."
Hans was afraid of what he was thinking and quickly said, "I'm just kidding —"
Before he could finish, Li Du had already spoken. He dragged Hans over and said, "Respected warriors, I'm not the only one fighting against the Navajo. There's also this brother here!"
"No, no, no, I'm not." Hans waved his hand as if he was having a cramp.
Someone asked, "Why didn't we see him in the video?"
Hans nodded. "Yes, yes, yes, warrior, you're right."
Li Du had already prepared an answer. "Although he wasn't in the video, half of the medal was definitely on him! Think about it, who took the video? Yes, it's this brother of mine!
"When he first took the video, the Navajo threatened him, insulted him, beat him, and did not allow him to take the video. But he was not afraid of the threat and insisted on recording the truth! "
These words of his were extremely emotional, and Hans was dumbfounded as he listened to them.
Turis patted him on the shoulder. "Good job, Big Fox. I didn't know you could be so brave."
The rest of the Native Americans looked at him with admiration. Then, the line in front of Li Du split into two, and one went straight for Hans.
Hans raised his bowl in despair. "Drink! Drink until I die!"
Li Du released the little bug to consume his energy while drinking. He converted the alcohol into energy to make up for it. This way, he could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.
The Indians adored a man who could drink, and this gesture of his succeeded in winning their admiration. Cheers and applause were incessant.
Throughout the night in Cavallara, he was like a groom at a wedding, accepting all kinds of toasts, drinking all kinds of wine, and then going to the toilet to drain.
The gathering finally came to an end in the wee hours of the morning.
Li Du was finally free. His stomach was filled with alcohol, but he had not eaten anything. Hence, he felt particularly conflicted: he was unbearably full and unbearably hungry.
He took a roasted leg of lamb from the fire, cut a piece of meat, and rubbed it with the salt. He tasted it and found that the saltiness was just right, so he ate happily.
Godzilla was still eating and drinking. Instead of rubbing the meat with the salt, he used a knife to scrape the salt off the meat, which was more satisfying to eat.
The group slept in the thatched hut until morning. The Hopi's green wine did not have a high alcohol content, but they drank too much, and it was inevitable that they would get drunk.
After returning the feathers and packing up the goods, the caravan slowly left the Hopi's reservation.
This trip to the Hopi was a fruitful one for the treasure hunters. Besides hunting knives, they also traded for a variety of handicrafts, which were very popular in the outside world.
The last scenic spot on the return trip was Lake Powell.
Lake Powell was actually a reservoir, meandering between Arizona and Utah. Because of its unique history and environment, it was a famous tourist destination in the American Southwest.
The lake was not very old. Although the construction of the Glen Canyon Dam had started in 1956, it was not completed until 1980, when water from the rivers of Colorado, San Juan, and Escalante were brought into the lake.
After getting on the road, they drove along the road not far from the San Juan River, and then saw Lake Powell.
The lake covered an area of 65,000 hectares, was 170 meters deep, 300 kilometers long, and had a 3,500 kilometer coastline.
As they neared the lake, Li Du saw many Native Americans on the road, and one of the roads even had a roadblock.
From the way they dressed, he could tell that they were Navajos. He asked, "What are they doing? Are they charging for the roadblock? Doesn't the government care? "
In fact, that was not the case. The Navajos were not completely unreasonable people. They had set up roadblocks to force the vehicles to slow down, so that they could give things to the vehicles.
Hans knew what was going on, and explained, "They are holding a protest, asking for the land around Lake Powell to be taken back."
The truck stopped, and a Native American girl walked up with a smile and gave them a few flyers, along with a small gift. It was very humane.
The flyers introduced the history of Lake Powell, which was almost the modern history of the area, and the history of the U.S. government's bullying of them.
The land originally belonged to the Navajos. Later, to build a lake and dam, the government exchanged a piece of land in southern Utah with them.
The Navajos were very resistant to this, because the land around the lake was very fertile, and the land in southern Utah was very barren and could not be cultivated.
However, at that time, Uncle Sam was very domineering. They were kind enough not to kill all the Navajos, which they had done in history.
Now, as the number of Native Americans increased, and their social status rose, they began to bring up this history again, wanting to reclaim their land rights.
This was not impossible. The U.S. Congress had already begun to discuss this issue. Of course, they were discussing whether to remove the dams and open up Lake Powell.
If Lake Powell was abandoned, there would be no need for the government to occupy the land, and the Navajos would be able to regain the rights to it.
It was also because of this hope that the Navajos did not take drastic measures in this matter. Instead, they wanted to put pressure on the government through propaganda.
After leaving the roadblock, Lake Powell came into view.
The lake was magnificent, surrounded by red rocks and red soil. The red was wrapped in a large area of green, and the color was very rich!
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