Li Laisi's watery eyes narrowed, a narrow and full-curved slit shimmered with light, and her eyelashes were hung with crystal droplets condensed from mist. Her face looked both lustful and dangerous, with a few teeth popping out from between her teeth.
One word: "When Rao Qifang retires in the future, I will enroll her in a few more interest classes to enrich her life in old age. Wait~"
"The great filial piety in the hall!"
"Who told her to treat me like this back then..." Li Laixi gritted her teeth and said, her expression quickly changed to bright and sunny when Kong Jingqiao came over, "Thank you, Aunt Kong!"
Kong Jingqiao glanced at Li Laisi and teased: "You should be more careful! Why are you still thinking about eating rabbits after everything is like this? It's not hot in the summer and the trenches are full and flat? Your shoulders don't hurt when you play games.
Is it possible for a sleeping ghost to turn over on his own?"
Li LeiSi:???????
It’s not Aunt Kong, why are you talking so sweetly now? You’re so close to the ink and you’re so bad. You need to stand up, you need to look like a tyrant!
There are so many rice buckets to feed. Although it is a dessert for digestion after a meal, only one rabbit can produce several kilograms of meat, so Kong Jingqiao not only made luxury rabbits with saffron as marinade, but also Yanchuan-flavored deer and
Sheep, of course, she did not forget Lao Wang’s soup.
"Hot soup goes with hot soup. It's a good supplement. Drink it while it's hot!"
Lao Wang was so moved that his face turned green.
Regardless of whether it is rabbit, deer or sheep, the three-piece set is not wasted, it is all in the soup. Whether this thing is tonic is physiological or psychological. The wise have different opinions, but the taste is definitely infuriating to both humans and gods... ugh
...As we all know, it irritates the eyes when the lid is opened.
Kong Jingqiao stared at Lao Wang as he finished the soup. At least he didn't let this guy get the medicine residue in. She was satisfied and put away the soup and cooked out a pottery clay pot that had a long-lasting medicinal smell and was shiny: "Things
There are so many, and they are almost done after soaking for several hours, why don’t you come out to the pavilion to eat?”
A group of people put on fresh silk shorts and walked over there chatting and laughing. Even the three little cats exuded a sense of moisture and laziness, like a few balls of soft seaweed.
Rao Qifang walked next to Li Cang, her face was white and flushed, and her eyes were clear and translucent: "I have been blessed by you today. If you don't come back, Jin Yujing and I will have to beg her if we want to have a late night snack, let alone
Such a complicated meal makes me very impatient with us!"
There are four cats in the house including Ah Fei. In order to appease these animals and reduce the psychological shadow, Li Cang went barefoot and did not dare to wear slippers: "Aunt Kong works too hard every day, and I don't sleep anyway.
How about I arrange the meals for tomorrow?"
Rao Qifang never dreamed that it would unfold like this. Her mind was full of frogs and toads, and she was visibly panicked: "That...er...er..."
Kong Jingqiao couldn't help laughing. She pointed at the huge pot and introduced it solemnly: "It's indeed the fault of Li Cang, Xiaozhong and the others. No, Fangfang, please praise the appetizer I specially prepared for you!"
As soon as the wooden pot lid was opened, there was indeed something that would jump around inside.
Of course Jin Yujing knew about Princess Cangcang's filial piety in her childhood, and she couldn't help laughing.
Rao Qifang: "Hey, mother leopard, I thought it was a frog!"
Roasted whole lamb, roasted whole deer, roasted whole rabbit, all served in wooden square plates, placed on the table with its own pot stove. What is in the pot is similar to the one-pot method in the Northeast, where chicken, grouse, pheasant and pheasant are stewed for a long time.
The chicken trotters, pig trotters and tendons are braised in oily red sauce, supplemented with various dried mushrooms and dried vegetables. Finally, the mother leopard is put into the pot with the pastry pancakes. The dried aroma is fragrant.
“Luxurious! So luxurious!”
"Uh-huh..."
"Then don't be stunned!"
"Aunt Kong, everyone is eagerly waiting for you to open the sheep~"
Late at night, Li Cang cooked a large pot of stewed meat and chowder, and simmered sweet ginger soup on the stove. He had no sleep and nothing to do, so he simply chose to be a will-o'-the-wisp boy for a while.
To put it bluntly, the roar of motorcycles really gets louder late at night. Fortunately, after leaving the Wenquan Mountain villa area, you can go directly to the Ring Island Expressway, so no one can disturb you.
There were two reasons for his drive this time. Firstly, he missed the taste of seafood, and secondly, Martinis mentioned last time that the island assigned to him was now planned to be in the same sector as Uncle Black Island.
In order to ensure flexible mobility during normal periods and a response mechanism to complex situations, the base's port ferry cargo and passenger transportation runs all night, basically the same as during the day. After continuous turnover of several lines, Li Cang was convinced
Looking at the road in front of him, he felt deeply saddened by his own haste. He still wanted to drive on this broken road, but he was probably about the same as riding a car.
As soon as he stretched out his hand, Li Cang pulled Miss Qiu out of the homologous passage while sleeping with her legs up in the air: "Get up and work!"
"Woo~"
From a physical point of view, Huahua is undoubtedly the best choice. However, Huahua's intimidation is several levels deeper than Miss Qiu's. Li Cang sat down on it, let alone rushing, it was fine if it didn't pee all over the floor.
Kind of.
The sleepy-eyed Miss Qiu was carrying people and motorcycles on her back, and they were speeding all the way. The night was like water and the scenery was changing, just like a scene in an old movie.
This part of the island chain is already located outside the third ring road. What appears in front of Li Cang's eyes is a vast expanse of trivial empty islands and a corner of Uncle Black Island. The lights and stars complement each other, and the vast blue waves and white clouds are like a line.
Due to some historical reasons, Martynis's tribe is still an outlier in the base. The base is willing to provide them with a place to stay, but it will not raise them in vain. Law-abiding and self-reliance are just the minimum. If it weren't for Martynis,
The per capita combat power of the Nice tribe is extremely high, and the people's customs are fierce. It is still unknown what the base will choose in the first place.
But now, in addition to playing Tarot cards... bah... playing the Madam Supernatural card and making a small profit, Martinis also has dedicated mercenaries in the tribe.
As long as conditions permit, most of the armed groups in the base and surrounding areas will be equipped with a full-time "priest" from the Martinis tribe. Usually these black men are just bloodthirsty berserkers who scream and kill people. When they really threaten the core members of the group, so will they.
It can really save your life, and due to the tribe's belief inheritance and a series of metaphysical skill settings, they usually don't take death seriously at all. Death to them is like a normal person stepping back.
It is as natural as the city, so the pension after exchanging one's life to save one's life can be said to be of high quality and low price.
In short, under the guidance of Li Cang's dog, Martinis's bad hand has finally come to fruition, and has completely established itself in the base. Even among certain groups of people, their reputation can be said to be very high-class and very good.
of decency.
There are countless empty islands dotted with pontoons, planks, roads and hooks connected to each other. There are extremely simple buildings scattered on them. Most of them are tents and animal skins. Some of them are slightly more decent, such as straw sheds and log cabins. Occasionally, there are
When I saw a small semi-underground bunker-like building with relatively high security, I was surprised to find that there were not only black men in this place, but also a large number of whites, Indians, Latinos and Southeast Asian faces living together.
, and it is quite lively, much livelier than the main island of 3/7 Base, which has already fallen asleep. Various small ship modification islands shuttle back and forth between these stationed island chains, including cargo islands, stationed merchant fleets, and even
There are also tourists who come here because of Jiu Mengzi.
No need to ask, just like the original situation of Uncle Black Island, this is definitely a different kind of prosperity promoted by the base tax rate.
Several old-fashioned sailing wooden boats with a length of 700 to 800 meters swayed symbolically in the "river" next to Li Cang. The lights on the boats were brightly lit, and what was projected into the air was a dancing Latin girl.
A young Asian-American woman, tall and plump, with eyes so charming that they can draw hair.
The CBD of the entire area is just a few buildings made up of several kilometers of sky islands. Whether the population and buildings on it can even accommodate 20,000 people is a question. It feels exactly like Uncle Hei's seafood market.
People are coming and going, it's lazy, chaotic, and shabby, but there is only one kind of seafood sold here.
That's right, it's another kind besides one.
Li Cang sent a message to Martinis: "What exactly is going on...I won't go astray again..."
There is no trace of anything like the public security check points at the base, but it has a strong smell of the American settlement.
"Hey boss, is Mickey Noodles in there?"
"Clam?"
Li Cang looked at a loss when facing a druid who was almost completely invisible and suddenly ambushed him. The tall and thin young black man made a very professional face-slapping gesture: "Mickey noodles, tick bang! Palm!"
Fen'er, thi bang!"
When Li Cang's eyes fell on the black-lit tin shed less than ten square meters behind him, he finally understood what he meant -
Damn Mickey noodles!
God damn your voice!
Even including its tail, a big rat that was half as long as Li Cang's arm hung all over the wall together with thick strips of dried earthen noodles. There was a huge aluminum pot on the ground that two people hugged each other. The pot was filled with red and hot food.
The steaming palm oil and the granular cassava flour were immersed in the oil. Occasionally, a dead-eyed dried fish poked its head into the flour and stared at him with empty eye sockets. There was even the thin tail of an unknown creature with the slightly bubbling red color.
The oil rustled and trembled.
Li Cang's index finger twitched when he saw such a crushing painting style, and he couldn't help but recall the ferocious years of the past. When he didn't have an iron rice bowl, he saw Tian'er entering the mountains. That scene was not much more civilized than the scene in front of him now.
or...
Another late night snack?
However, Li Cang really disliked the sticky state of the mouse noodles with soup and water: "Whole one and bake it!"
The artificial retarded translator in eleven languages was really unable to handle the loose and arrogant languages in this area. The two of them gestured and yelled for a long time. Finally, the black boy came to the conclusion that the boss needed to pack ten roast chickens!
This is a big business. In the past, even if a hunting team came over, they might not even be able to order ten chickens. There are so many people doing business in front of nearby houses. When have you ever seen such a luxurious and lustful customer, a black man?
The little brother shouted a series of rap-like shouts, and he didn't know where to put it. Five or six little black brothers who were a little higher than the threshold rushed out. Although they were afraid of Miss Qiu's scarlet, green and blue lantern eyes, they just
Just like the children in difficult areas of Africa before the disaster, they only know that this thing is awesome and expensive. As for how awesome it is, only God knows. They chattered hello and communicated for a while, catching chickens and catching chickens.
Some started a fire, and some even tore up newspapers and urea cement bags.
"nonono!" Li Cang was also a little anxious. He pointed at the wall and started gesticulating again, "That, that!"
The black guy's language understanding ability was obviously limited to the previous two sentences. He stared at Li Cang for a long time and came to the conclusion: The boss wants to eat roasted rats, freshly slaughtered!
"@#￥%..."
The little black guy was laughing and joking and was busy again.
Under normal circumstances, Li Cang is willing to treat every ordinary person around him equally, or in other words, sometimes he is more willing to deal with ordinary people than subordinates. After all, these people don't understand and don't see with colored glasses.
People, save worry and effort.
Li Cang looked around and found that face blindness is common among human races. No one here really could recognize him, so he was completely relieved.
eat.
Pick the big one.
At this time, the rear.
Martinis hesitated for a long time, and finally chose to walk over: "Holy Spirit, great Cang..."
"stop!"
Martinis braked smoothly: "Dear Cang, I miss you very much. Since you were here last time, the young boys and girls in the entire tribe have missed you very much!"
"..."
Damn it, how about I touch it?
"What are you..."
"Oh, I have never seen a big rat from Africa. The whole family is reminiscing about their childhood..." Li Cang pointed to the rat's huge teeth, "By the way, this thing must be considered a specialty of your place, right? Such a big rat is doing it, watching it
It’s quite impressive, can your tribe also show off this?”
Martinis noticed the boss's inner joy at this moment, and said honestly and without conscience: "Well, occasionally, we do treat them as food, but the tribe is still more accustomed to and likes creatures with a single diet. We think
The souls of pure vegetarians or meat eaters are purer, and eating is a sacred, universal moment of direct communication with life and the Holy Spirit, which is very important to our faith."
"Just say no and that's it! Are omnivorous people annoying you? Wait? You don't want to use this to express your tribe's advanced philosophy of only recruiting people to bleed to worship the sky and not eat people?"
"..."
The few tribesmen and women following Martinis who finally got the chance to accompany him through on-the-spot duels, rolling happily, etc., looked at each other in confusion. They really couldn't distinguish between the tyrannical, iron-blooded, and unparalleled resourceful Holy Spirit and the big rat in front of them who only wanted to taste it.
Qian was associated with the guy who smelled like roasted rat. I stared at him and felt that my trip was well worth it.
Yes, due to Martinis's unreliable words and deeds, Li Cang has gradually become a deity in the hearts of the tribesmen.
That kind of reverence and pilgrimage-like mentality cannot be described in a single word.
If Martinis hadn't warned him repeatedly not to do this before he came, I would have been the first one to show off to you little bastards. These young men would probably be eager to see this face.
I knelt down and kowtowed to him on the spot. Faith may not lead to enlightenment, but this young living Holy Spirit not only gradually overlapped with some of the images of the Trinity in their faith, but also truly made everyone in the tribe have it.
A chance to live again.
Several tribesmen and women bowed their heads humbly, devoting their loyalty and faith to the man and beast. They picked up a strand of Miss Qiu's fallen braid on the ground, carefully and cautiously tore off a corner of her clothes, wrapped it up, and put it into her arms.
The place closest to the heart.
On the red soil road, Li Cang had a big skewer of dried meat in one hand.
The spiciness of the African local chili peppers, which are yellow, white, and resemble devil peppers, is so intense that he can't resist it: "Hey~"
Martinis was stunned for a moment in front of the dried meat skewers, and then he took it ecstatically, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, and motioned to several young men and women from the tribe to come over and line up to thank him: "Cang, it's really unimaginable, even if you are as noble as
You...um...in your words, is this called down-to-earth?"
"This is called starving the brave to death!"
"Dear Cang, you can always say such philosophical words, I..."
Li Cang was too lazy to answer the conversation or take the things back. He was just curious and wanted to taste them. He was not actually hungry.
"So, what on earth is this place, am I going the wrong way?"
"Yes, you should take the land-based green channel at the last ferry point above. The ferry point below is no longer public but private. It is to facilitate the passage of caravans and transport goods. In fact,
This is the airspace at the junction of ABC's three districts. It can basically be described as a three-pronged zone. Of course, the people living here are also refugees who escaped from district B or other places. This place is very chaotic. The base has been separated from Amelie.
The card side has been waffling for a long time but has not been able to reach an agreement."
"Is it more chaotic than Uncle Black Island at that time?"
"Even more chaotic!" Martinis nodded repeatedly, "Although there are constant wars on that floating land, they have their own land and property, and they have resources that they can use to survive. There is nothing on it, haven't you noticed?
, these islands are actually scraps abandoned after prayers and fragments of mine islands with depleted resources. It is difficult to guarantee even the most basic crop harvest. Please pay attention to the land under your feet. This red patch cannot be called it at all.
The soil is completely different from the common red soil in Africa. These are gravel, very gravel."
"America?"
"Yes, their settlements have always done things under certain pretexts. The seemingly glamorous floating land is home to a large number of refugees who may starve to death at any time, but they are not like the base. They can only
To provide some people with the best environment for survival and enjoyment, so you see, this area appeared, they exiled these poor guys who clearly had nothing but were still squeezed out of everything, and they didn't even bother to see these
People died on their islands, fearing that their rotting and stinking corpses would contaminate the land that was born free and equal."
Li Cang nodded to express his understanding, then suddenly stopped and walked towards a rough alley with forked roads.
This place is more than a little bit dilapidated than the "Main Street" outside. There is basically nothing that can be called a house. Most of them are just some red clay gravel piled on the ground as a place to live. This place doesn't even have mud to cover the walls.
They can't reconcile each other, and they are so poor that they have no soil to eat.
Well-dressed people, with skin as white as jade, a ferocious and solemn beast behind them, and a group of humble followers dressed as priests who decorated themselves with bone ornaments, minerals, animal skins, and feathers - this is how they appear in the eyes of the local people.
The scene is a feeling that cannot be described in their language, and is even a bit sacred.
They may not understand other things, but it is difficult for some local African-American residents not to know compatriots with distinctive characteristics like the priest. They have longing and fear in their eyes, silently watching a strange group of people walking through the alley, and occasionally someone comes up.
They were lying on the ground, hoping that Martinis would help their sick children or other family members.
However, there is obviously a certain deviation between the high priest Martinis and their understanding of the witchcraft walker. What Martinis is best at in his life is to pull enemies or anyone to the cliff, bleed to worship the sky, and sing hymns.
, as for any subsequent efforts to help ladies and eldest ladies communicate with their dead family members and pets, they can only be misguided.
Treat illnesses and save lives?
How can you accuse someone of innocence out of thin air?
Fortunately, these people's illnesses are really just the simplest and most basic illnesses. A few anti-inflammatory drugs and a few antibiotics can often solve the problem. Even if it doesn't work, there are also prayer-level emergency drugs to cover them. Even in Li
Cang's three-foot-high iron rooster doesn't seem to be a cost-effective thing at all. It's so cheap that you can just grab a few potatoes on an empty island and pray for a copy.
But for this group of locals, it is undoubtedly an elixir.
"Cang, you are the greatest merciful person, but there are millions of people gathered in this place, and no one can save them." Martinis shook his head repeatedly, "Maybe you will think that this is a wasteland.
But what I need to tell you is that this place is already a paradise for them. It is just barren and poor and lacks resources, but there is no real war. A large part of the people here were already refugees before the disaster happened.
Some of them are from Sierra Leone, some are from Ukraine, Gaza, Sudan... In short... places like that, compared to today, may be truly cruel to them."
Li Cang casually picked up a stick from the small stall at the end of the alley, sitting behind a gasoline barrel oven in front of a very beautiful young girl who couldn't tell whether she was Latina or African. He roasted it carefully, not burning it like other stalls.
Basho was given a work score card from the base. After she timidly stood up and thanked her, she couldn't help but stepped forward and asked in Spanish: "Are you also filming a video? Will I look ugly in there?"
The four tribesmen and women behind Martinis were about to stop them when they were forced back by Martinis' eyes.
Li Cang smiled: "No, you are very beautiful!"
With this sentence, Li Cang felt that he was in trouble. From the red house behind the girl, more than ten, twenty or thirty people emerged. Surrounded by them, men, women, old and young, cried, laughed, and sang.
They were shouting and dancing like they were celebrating the New Year, and they kept repeating the same indigenous words that Li Cang didn't understand.
The expression on old Martinis's face was quite wonderful: "They hope you can take this girl away..."
"?"
"You just complimented her on her beauty..." Martinis, the high priest of the tribe and the irritable African man, actually had a trace of rosy on his face, which really embarrassed him, "I'm sorry, I didn't know there would be
Things like that, but they say that occasionally people like you come here, walk around, take a look, and take away some pretty girl, and occasionally these girls come back, dressed in a distinguished way, and give some money
, maybe leaving alone, maybe taking away one or two sisters. In any case, this is an unattainable luxury for them. They are congratulating her and blessing people like them and will not stop them. They said half a year ago
A beautiful girl was taken away in the alley next door. She followed the Chinese people. The person also said something like this. The girl came back once last month. She was very good and had learned to speak Chinese. So what you said just now
Only then can they understand..."
"!"
Martinis said quickly: "I'm sorry, this was my mistake. I really didn't know something like this would happen here, but please don't refuse. You know, such a big psychological gap is enough to destroy a person's most vulnerable
Psychological defense, if you don’t take her away, I’m afraid she won’t be able to live anymore. Actually...actually...it doesn’t matter if you don’t like her, I can take her back to the tribe!”
It's rare for you to gracefully lead a magician to show off your heart. How can this make me behave decently?
It is difficult for Li Cang, with his semi-social physique, to punish others for his own mistakes, except of course Lao Wang and Miss Qiu. He continued to smile at the girl and whispered a few words through his teeth: "
Martinis, do you understand what those people did before and how they did it?"
"Oh, this is simple. Just say a few words to show that you like this girl very much. They won't understand anyway, and then just take the girl away!"
"That's it? Why do I think you, old boy, are digging a hole for me?"
Martinis coughed: "You may not understand that if you take this girl away, it means that this girl will be in a social status that is absolutely unreachable by everyone in this area. She will be like before, no, beyond
Before all those girls become a legend, will her family be respected? I don't know, after all, all African-American kinships are weird, but definitely, definitely, definitely life will be easier if you leave
She...I think you should understand what I mean..."
Anyway, Li Cang is used to this kind of daily life on the track. From San Xiaozhi to Yuktra Hill to the Fantasy Island Chain, the people who have been thrust into his hands have already been riddled with lice and debts.
She was not far behind this one, so she coughed lightly and emboldened her: "Well...she is very beautiful...I..."
Facing so many pairs of eyes that are ten thousand times more eager than ordinary people at the same time, it is a mystery to what extent Li Cang's language organization ability can deteriorate.
However, those people neither understood nor needed to understand. They only needed to understand the "good words of wisdom" that they already understood. The crowd burst into cheers and exclamations, and they even quickly took out a scroll from the room.
A hand-woven square scarf with bright red and rhubarb patterns that looked very gorgeous covered the girl who was blushing and speechless. He cheered and pushed her toward Li Cang.
Li Cang took the girl behind his back and handed it to a tribal girl. He took out some work score cards from the base and put a few coins in them. He said as loudly as possible, as if he was confident: "She will come back to visit you."
Yes, do you understand?"
Martinis handed the card to the group of people for Li Cang, and an elder who seemed to be the most prestigious among them went over to translate: "She will not come back. This distinguished... Your Excellency just hopes that you can
Keep this money from being taken away...understand?"
"Understood, we understand!"
The old man was frightened, and a look of worry and fear flashed across his face. In fact, the moment he saw a few coins, he already understood that the girl would probably never appear again from now on. As for which method - may the gods allow this
The girl continues to be lucky.
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Even Martinis's mind was a little numb, and he didn't quite understand why such a weird thing happened so logically and went so smoothly. Our Lord, the Holy Spirit, must have some idea of what kind of strange physique should be in his body.
Li Cang, who had held back six words for eight kilometers, asked: "Um, how old are you?"
The girl was frightened: "My, my name is Dai!"
"oh..."
So does this count as communication success or failure?
Martinis hurriedly asked Li Cang for a while, and his expression became extremely strange: "Dear Cang, she is eight years old."
Li Cang hummed casually, then widened his eyes and pointed at the girl: "You fucking call this eight years old?"
There is a saying that a girl is one of those rare people who perfectly conforms to the oriental aesthetics. She is really beautiful. Her Latina-African honey-colored skin makes her look completely different from her fellow race members. She is almost like a piece of bulingbuling anthropomorphic form.
Sweet candy or caramel jelly, green eyes like broken diamonds, reflecting wisps of blue, that wild and tense embossed figure is beyond the reach of ordinary people.
When Li Cang pointed and yelled like this, the girl froze on the spot, shivering like a baby bird soaked in the rain.
Li Cang was helpless: "I'm not talking about you."
Martinis translated for a while, and then said to Li Cang: "Well, she is too nervous. I mean, she just wanted to say that she was eighteen years old, not eight."
Li Cang's brows knitted into a black knot again: "Think? So how old is she?"
"Fourteen...well...it's thirteen years old..."
Li Cang really wanted to give Martinis a kick, and said speechlessly: "Let her stay in your tribe first. We will see if she can adapt to it. Also, where is your territory?"
"Well, you don't want to continue shopping, I thought..."
"This Timi has already walked to Dayedianzi. I was walking around in Hammer. I, Timi, thought your tribe was here!"
"..."
Martinis was immediately satisfied. Look, how full of emotions our Holy Spirit is in this world, how real, how not so illusory, in short, materialism is so damn great!
