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The food of the Mundari people is very simple. The patriarch brought a black lacquered iron bucket and an iron plate. His two children lit the dried cow dung as fuel, which is the same as the yak dung used by Tibetans in the plateau area in China. Fuel is a principle.

It can also be said that the position of the long-horned cow in the mind of the Mundari is equivalent to the position of the yak in the hearts of the Tibetans.

The patriarch poured the milled corn flour into the iron bucket, got up and walked to the two big trees on the edge of the herd, and Liu Wei followed.

The patriarch scooped up half a pot of water in the canopy and began to knead the dough with his hands.

In the savanna, water is a very expensive material, and the Mundari people use tree crowns to store rainwater for daily life.

Liu Wei still chatted with the patriarch with a smile on his face. If it was not for the systematic digestive blessings provided by the body, he must consider the degree of hygiene of this meal.

The patriarch put the kneaded noodles one by one on the iron pan that was already red, and then flattened it with the palm of your hand. For a few minutes, the most important food in the Mundari life, the tortillas were completed Too.

The patriarch handed the first branded tortilla to Liu Wei.

Liu Wei did not observe the tortillas carefully, and fed them directly to his mouth.

The patriarch looked at Liu Wei expectantly with a smile on his face. Liu Wei nodded and chewed, "Well, there is a touch of sweetness and fragrance!"

After receiving satisfactory reviews from the guests, the patriarch was very happy to continue his superb cooking skills. He sprinkled some sesame and chilli noodles on the tortillas behind, and his two children ate with relish.

Liu Wei curiously said: "Have your two children not yet married?"

The patriarch nodded: "It takes twelve cows to find a woman. After the cows give birth, they will go find a woman for their brothers!"

Liu Wei nodded. In terms of local economic conditions, the twelve long-horned cows are indeed expensive as color gifts. It is estimated that many people cannot marry their wives.

"Is there more single men in the tribe?" Liu Wei asked.

The patriarch nodded: "Many, they are willing to guard their cattle. In their consciousness, longhorn cattle seem to be more important than women!"

"Hey~"

Liu Wei couldn't help but sigh.

It seems that because Caili can’t afford to marry his wife, it’s not just happening in the country, even in the backward Africa.

After eating.

it's getting dark.

The patriarch took his two sons to patrol the cattle, and Liu Wei followed.

The patriarch deliberately went to see several Mundari fighters guarding the herd, two of them holding ak47 rifles in their hands and the others holding spears in their hands.

The patriarch introduced: "They are responsible for the vigil tonight to prevent people from other tribes from stealing cattle!"

Liu Wei asked: "Have there been conflicts?"

The patriarch nodded and pointed to a clan with an ak47 rifle. There were many knife wounds on his back. "It is the bravest warrior in the tribe!"

In their consciousness, it was a very glorious thing to carry a knife wound on their body, because they protected their cattle.

The patriarch also said: "He killed people!"

Listening to the shock in his heart, Liu Wei pointed to the ak rifle in his hand and asked, "Is it shot with a gun?"

The Mundari soldier nodded, "Kill three!"

With a smile on his face, he was very proud.

On the way back after the tour of the cattle, Liu Wei asked the patriarch, "Have you ever thought about peaceful settlement of the tribal conflict?"

The patriarch nodded and said: "Of course, in the eyes of the older generation, war is a very extreme way of defense. Every year, the tribe will die in the war. After our tribe has become the patriarch, there have been more than 20 young people. Die.

I don't want this to happen again.

But Liu Wei, the herd is our life. If they think about the herd, they must step on our body.

The young people in the tribe have a strong desire to fight. They need to rely on the battle to protect the tribe!"

It sounds a bit daunting.

But on the vast African continent, this kind of tribe-to-tribe conflict has lasted for hundreds of thousands of years.

"You can sit down and negotiate peacefully!", Liu Wei felt that his proposal was a little presumptuous, and added, "I hope my suggestion does not offend you!"

The patriarch didn’t care and smiled: “I talked about it, two tribes talked once seven years ago, and it only took two years, but you know, Liu Wei, there is a lack of materials on the grassland, we all rely on planting and grazing to maintain our lives, even It’s because they don’t care about our cattle, they will also start a war to **** water and grass!"

The actual situation seems far more complicated than Liu Wei thought.

The patriarch looked at Liu Wei's sad expression and took his hand to the edge of the pile. He said softly, "Don't worry, Liu Wei, you are our most honored guest, and we will protect your safety!"

Liu Wei shook his head and said: "I can't think of a way to help you!"

The patriarch smiled slightly and did not answer the question. The tribal conflicts over the years were not so easy to resolve!

He reached out to hold the burning cow dung in his hands, rubbed his hands, and applied it to Liu Wei's face and shoulders.

Liu Wei asked curiously: "What does this mean?"

The patriarch explained: "Cow dung ash can prevent mosquito bites. There are many mosquitoes in the tribe at night. We are used to it. Your body is prone to mosquitoes!"

"Thank you!"

After the patriarch helped Liu Wei to smear, he asked, "Come on!"

Liu Wei turned off the live broadcast and lay on the board.

As soon as the savannah ushered in the daylight, the sunlight was already very dazzling. Liu Wei sleeping in the open air felt uncomfortable and opened his eyes. At this time, the entire Mundari tribe began to function as usual.

The tribe walked to their cattle pens with the forages cut from a distance, and fed the longhorn cattle.

There was a smile on his face.

It looks very happy.

After feeding the cows, they sat together on the ground in groups of three and two, talking and laughing.

After returning from the tour, the patriarch came to Liu Wei and said, "Have you washed your face?"

Liu Wei shook his head.

He reached for Liu Wei's arm and walked behind the bull's buttocks, then patted the bull's buttocks.

"Zi ~"

The bull shot out with a bubble of urine.

The patriarch stretched his head over, rubbed his face and hair with both hands, and washed them together.

Liu Wei looked silly!

He had heard that some tribes on the African grasslands did not take a bath or wash their face for a year because of lack of water. Today is the first time they saw their hair washed with cow urine.

After the patriarch finished scrubbing, he smiled and said to Liu Wei: "The long-horned cow's urine has a bactericidal effect and can also make the hair yellow. Look at them, they wash their hair with cow urine every day!"

Liu Wei glanced in the direction of the patriarch's finger. In the corner of the tribe, there were many naked children standing behind the bull, washing their heads with cow urine, their hair was yellow, and there was a little reflection under the sun, all of them were Spirit boy.

but……

Liu Wei was very resistant.

Reminiscent of the enthusiasm of the patriarch and the manner of hospitality of the Mundari people, Liu Wei was hard to refuse, and could only bend his head stubbornly.

Close your eyes and mouth tightly!

The patriarch patted the cow **** with a smile.

Zi ~

Cow urine hit his head like tap water.

He reached out and rubbed hard.

It tastes great.

But there is a cool feeling after washing.

The fat man standing on the side stared at the strange behavior of his master and looked stupid. He couldn't help but look back at his crotch!