Four hundred and twenty-two chapters a village model
This wooden stick is actually used to drive cattle and sheep, but the Maasai people believe that if an adult Maasai can't even protect his own food, then the Maasai will have no merit, so for
For the Maasai people, this stick is not only a tool, but also a symbol of personal honor and a representative of personal credibility.
"No, that black man seems to be a driver and helps tourists pull things. He doesn't herd cows either!" Hong Tao found another loophole in Holland's explanation of urination.
"It's a long story. Let's dance first, and I'll tell you slowly after we enter the village." Holland said while walking to the group of Maasai women dancing at the entrance of the village, raising his hands and knees.
It bends slightly, then jumps up sharply, like a zombie.
Seeing that Holland had already taken the lead, Hong Tao was not stupid. He estimated that this must be a custom of the Maasai people. Before entering the village, the host and guest should have a social gathering to enhance their relationship and so on. Yes, let's go too.
When it comes to the Maasai dance, you don’t even have to force it. In other countries, it is not a dance. In Hong Tao’s memory, he danced this kind of dance when he was a child! It was still in physical education class, and there was an assessment project called
Touch the height on the spot, without even changing the movements. If you put it here, it will be a Maasai dance!
Regardless of their age, these more than ten women, who had no musical accompaniment, jumped up one by one in front of Hong Tao and other guests, and then screamed in the air.
Although this dance doesn't look very good, one thing Hong Tao has to admit is that the physical fitness of these people is really good. Those two straight and slender legs are like springs, and they can jump up to the top. If you just look at it,
As for the bottom of the buttocks, Pan, a woman with an already devilish figure, would have to surrender. No matter young or old, there is not a trace of fat. The places that should be bulging are bulging, and the places that should be thin are thin.
Entering the village, Hong Tao was finally able to carefully observe what this small Maasai village looks like. The first thing is the taste! How can I put it? Anyone who has been to a cattle farm has been to a Maasai village.
Although the smell is not as strong as in a cattle farm because it is located in the wilderness, it is still very mellow.
Then there is the color! The Maasai villages have only one color, which is dark earthy yellow. Both the fences and the houses are the same color, only slightly darker than the ground.
The last thing is the material! The entire Maasai village can be said to be completely environmentally friendly, green and pollution-free. The fence of the village is made of branches of acacia trees. These branches have no other advantages but one advantage: they are thorny! The shape of the house is like
Knocked to the ground
The funnel on the top is round, pointed and conical, with a slightly rounded top. As for the materials for making the house, Hong Tao looked at it for a long time but couldn't figure out what it was. He said it was yellow mud, and it seemed that a lot of broken grass was added to it.
Let's call it Sanhe soil. It doesn't seem that delicate.
"This is cow dung! These houses are made of twigs to make skeletons, and then they are covered with wet cow dung, and then they are formed after drying." Holland was urinating when he saw Hong Tao stretching his neck against the wall and moving his nose.
Know what he is studying.
"I'm a bunch of dung beetles!" Hong Tao was very grateful to Holland for urinating this time. If Holland had spoken ten seconds later, he would have been ready to stick out his tongue and lick the wall, using his sense of taste to judge its building materials.
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Although he was a little disgusted, Hong Tao still smiled when he looked at the javelins in the hands of the old Maasai people, as if he was very happy to enter the largest cow dung house. This house was the leader's home, with an area of about ten meters.
About square meters, the ground inside the house is the same as the ground outside. There is a pit dug in the middle. There is some firewood in it, but it is not lit. There are three wooden sticks on top of the pit to make a tripod. An iron hook comes down from the top, and an iron hook hangs on the hook.
pot.
Everyone in the room was sitting on the floor. In addition to the leader and the three priests, there were also the leader's wife and two other Maasai women. Judging from the number of necklaces on their necks, they were probably also rich women in the village.
After everyone sat down, Holland secretly nudged Hong Tao with his elbow. Only then did Hong Tao remember that he and his group were not here in vain this time. They also brought a few gifts in their bags as greeting gifts. It seemed that now it was
It's time to give a gift.
At this time, Hong Tao admired his foresight very much. Before coming here, he did not bring Boss Liu's Erguotou liquor as a gift, but chose other things, such as a red satin pajamas brought by the fat boss from China.
The boss bought a set of picnic pots for 6 people from the United States, and Hong Tao’s own multi-purpose knife.
Hong Tao originally thought that the Maasai leader would like the bright red silk pajamas, because these Maasai people like to wear a piece of red cloth, but Hong Tao was wrong. The leader liked the set of picnic pots more, and he took them down without any politeness.
I opened the package and took out the largest pot, replacing the original dark pot-shaped thing in their house.
And the most popular gift is not this set of pots, but a lot of beads of various colors brought by Pan. When it comes to gift shopping, most men can’t keep up with women. Pan’s plastic, glass
The fake product was not only highly praised by the leader’s wife, but even the leader couldn’t put it down and even made signs on his own neck.
"Yerong, do you still want to see your sister?" Hong Tao sat on the ground and watched Yerong chatting happily with the old people from Marseille. He could only giggle beside him. Now he finally understood the fat boss's feelings.
The uncomfortable feeling with Boss Liu.
"What do you mean? Don't you like it here?" Hong Tao was stunned when Holland asked.
"It's nice here, but you'd better refuse dinner and all invitations to eat and drink. If you dare to let me eat here, I will call back to China in the evening and take back your sister's house." Hong Tao's face
With a smile, he gritted his back molars and issued an ultimatum to Holland to urinate.
"Don't worry, the Maasai people don't have the habit of inviting people to eat. They are used to eating raw meat and drinking raw milk. If you want to eat it, I won't. I also have to remind you one thing. Don't stay here overnight. This is not you.
This is a private matter between us, this issue is very important!" Holland happily agreed to Hong Tao's request, and in turn made another request to Hong Tao.
"Oh? Then why?" Hong Tao had no intention of spending the night here at all, even if the leader called himself uncle. Hong Tao could tolerate the simplicity of the boss, and Hong Tao could make do without electricity or water, but living in a dung heap,
Hong Tao was determined not to do it! But when Holland said this, Hong Tao became more interested.
"Then you still need to ask? Ye Rong is afraid that a Maasai girl will get into your tent in the middle of the night. If a Maasai child with yellow skin, black eyes, and black hair appears in this tribe in a few years, it will affect the genes of the family.
" Before Holland could answer, Pan, who was sitting next to Hong Tao, answered.
"Am I so hungry again?" Hong Tao looked outside the room again, and then asked Pan seriously.
"I'm not sure if you are picky eaters, but you must be very hungry! When you were dancing at the entrance of the village just now, I noticed that your eyes never left their legs. I admit that their legs are very charming, but I am different from them.
Is it a lot?" Pan said, stretching out one of his curled legs.
"My eyes are curious, appreciative, and praising your God, haven't you noticed? Everyone of them has a pair of beautiful legs. Of course, your legs are also beautiful, otherwise I wouldn't have peeked at them for a long time this morning, but
Their legs are another kind of beauty, without a trace of fat, almost all muscle. What do you think?
Is that so? When they dance, the muscles in their calves are one by one, not one by one like ours." When it comes to legs, Hong Tao can be regarded as a semi-expert, although he himself does not have this ability.
Leg shape, but after a long illness, the taste will naturally improve if you see it too much.
"Did you peek at your legs this morning?" Pan often spoke in a very organized and logical manner, but he would also suddenly become very feminine and emotional.
