Li Du knew that the Zulu people were known for their enthusiasm, boldness, fighting, singing, and dancing. They were known as the Maori of Africa.
The local aesthetic was the same as that of the Maori. Women were beautiful with large breasts, well-defined curves, and strong and healthy bodies. Along the way, Li Du and the others saw many naked girls.
He whispered to Sophie, "I feel like I'm in a woman's bathhouse."
Sophie smiled bitterly. "No, in a public bathroom in the United States, I can stand proudly, but not here."
Her breasts were plump, but they were still a little inferior to Zulu women. The local women were like cows that grew up on fodder. Their breasts were not simply plump, but majestic.
However, this was the custom. Zulu girls, whether at home or out, in front of acquaintances or strangers, would always be topless.
This was the culture and the education they had received since childhood. They had no sense of shyness. For example, at this time, they did what they were supposed to do, not caring about the looks of Big Ivan and Lu Guan.
Li Du now understood why the Zulu people did not allow outsiders to enter their land without permission. Wouldn't that be taking advantage of the girls?
The Zulu people were the majority of the South African race, not only in number but also in social and economic status. Therefore, they were not barbarians living in a primitive society.
There were many cars in and out of the town, most of them shabby, mainly Japanese pickup trucks. Occasionally, domestic car brands such as Great Wall, Jiangling, and Beiqi Foton could be seen.
A Toyota pickup truck drove up to them, and two tall, thin black boys jumped out and greeted the lion hunter excitedly.
They talked in Zulu again, and the more they spoke, the happier the boys became. Then someone jumped into the car and waved a few words. Behind them came a pickup truck, and they drove to the helicopter.
There were a lot of boxes in the helicopter, which the lion hunter said were gifts for his people. Obviously, these people were going to unload the gifts.
The lion hunter was popular in the tribe, probably because he was rich. He had brought a lot of gifts this time, and Li Du guessed that he usually brought gifts when he came back.
It was a universal truth that no one could be blamed for giving too much.
The houses in the town were built haphazardly. The houses themselves were crooked, and the streets were even more crooked. The locations of the houses were not planned, and they were like weeds that grew everywhere.
In the southernmost location stood the largest house in the town. It was four stories tall, and the walls made of mud bricks enclosed a large yard. The yard was very large.
Li Du guessed that this was where the chief lived.
As the lion hunter led them to the fourth floor, Li Du asked, "Are we going to visit the chief?"
The lion hunter sneered and said, "It's more like he's the one who set us up."
He continued to walk forward, and an old man appeared at the door of the small building. He wore a leopard skin coat, held a walking stick, and wore a traditional Zulu turban on his head.
Seeing the old man, Lu Guan muttered, "Aiyo, this old man is really trendy. He's actually wearing a leopard-print leather coat."
Li Du glared at him and whispered, "Shut up."
In the Zulu tribe, wearing leopard skin was the symbol of the chief. Traditionally, any leopard killed by a tribe member belonged to the chief.
The old man came over and said to the lion hunter with a smile, "Kofi, good boy, how have you been lately?"
The lion hunter took out a cigar and flicked it. The bodyguard beside him quickly stepped forward to light it for him. He took two deep puffs, exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, and said, "Not bad. My clients in the United States came to visit me, and I wanted to show them."
The old man, still smiling, nodded and said, "Welcome, welcome, welcome guests from afar. In the evening, we will hold a banquet for the guests to welcome you!"
Li Du thanked him. "You are too kind, Mr. Chief. We are very grateful."
The chief spoke in English. Although there was an accent, there was no barrier to communication between the two sides, which was good.
The lion hunter nodded and left with Li Du and the others. Obviously, he did not like the chief very much.
He led the group of people around the fourth floor, and behind the building, a Zulu mud house appeared in front of them.
The Zulu mud house was a bit like a big mushroom, but it was made of mud and covered with long, thick thatch to keep out the wind and rain.
The mud house was clean. The lion hunter looked at the small mud house, which was completely blocked by the building in front of it, and smiled. "My friends, please come in. This is my home."
Li Du nodded and said, "Very cool. Is this your special house? It's more novel than the buildings and houses outside. "
The lion hunter laughed. "Li, you are very cultured. You speak very well. In fact, among the Zulu tribes, only the poor live in Kanda."
Kanda was the real name of the mud house, which was called a beehive house.
It was interesting. In Zulu, Kanda meant 'mother's embrace,' which showed their attachment to the hut.
However, with economic growth and the influence of outside culture, not many people still lived in such small mud houses. Everyone would choose to make money and build a big house.
Li Du said, "You are not poor."
The lion hunter sat on a stump and said slowly, "My father was poor, my grandfather was poor, and our family has always been poor."
As if remembering something, he reached out and stroked the tables and chairs in the small mud house, then said, "Can you see that I have a bad relationship with the chief?"
Li Du nodded but did not speak. Obviously, what he had to do now was listen.
The lion hunter said, "When I was sixteen, I fell in love with a girl. Haha, haha, it was really love. I fell in love with her. I fell in love with her then.
As a result, you saw where I lived. We didn't have eleven cows, so I couldn't marry her. Do you know who married her? "
Sophie said helplessly, "The old chief?"
The lion hunter nodded. "Clever lady, may I ask what your education is?"
Sophie did not understand why he asked this, so she hesitated and said, "It's a master's degree."
The lion hunter nodded again and said seriously, "So I made sure my daughters had to go to school. I gave more property to whoever had a higher degree. You see, only women with higher education are smarter."
He continued, "The woman I love, she never went to school, and neither did her parents. They were too stupid. They didn't choose me. Instead, they married her to the chief. Do you know what happened next?"
Li Du shook his head.
The lion hunter said, "A month later, I stole the tribe's beef jerky, got into the trunk of a car, and left. When I came back five years later, the girl I loved had died four years ago because of dystocia!"
Li Du said regretfully, "It's a tragedy."
The lion hunter said, "Yes, I've always wanted to find her, see her again, and thank her in person. If she had chosen to marry me, I would have become trash like those idiots out there, and I would not be who I am today!"
Li Du was speechless.
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