When we first entered the indigenous villages of the Amazon Valley, several of us were surrounded by the local armed natives, and the bald scoop said that the poisonous arrows of the natives were very powerful, and it could be said that the throat was sealed with blood.
Even the jungle's fiercest jaguar can't resist the toxins that the indigenous people extract from local plants.
As the saying goes, heroes don't suffer immediate losses, and when we saw that it was impossible to escape from these natives, we immediately raised our hands to show that we were not aggressive, but came to ask for accommodation with a friendly attitude.
Xiao Wang Ba and Qin Siyan took turns to communicate with them in Spanish, but as a result, the natives were expressionless one by one, and the fat man wanted to step forward to explain, but he was stabbed by a poisonous arrow on the side of his clothes, and he didn't dare to move anymore.
I urged the bald scoop and said, "Brother Liu, don't you know how to speak their dialect, hurry up and communicate with them, it's not a matter to always hold it like this." ” Who knew that the bald scoop was so nervous that he forgot even a few words of Quechua.
We were tied up by the natives, tied in a row with wool ropes, and carried into the chief's tent, covered with five-colored camel hair blankets.
The fat man remembered some hearsay stories, leaned over to me and whispered, "Old Hu, do you think they eat people?"
When he asked me this, my heart was pinched.
I heard that some primitive tribes because of low productivity, often take the old, weak, sick and disabled and young children in the tribe as reserve food, our group of fat and strong young people fell into their hands, if it really became the legendary human meat feast, it would not be a big loss, it is better to fight to the death, even if it died under the poisoned arrow, it is better than being someone else's plate of food, bowl of meat.
When Xiao Wang Ba heard our conversation, he trembled with fright.
Seeing that he was afraid, the fat man continued to bewitch him and said, "This eldest young master usually eats delicacies from the mountains and seas, and the fine skin and tender meat must be very delicious.
After a while, let the red-skinned natives over there take you first, and we'll smell some meat. ” As soon as Xiao Wang Ba was told by him, his tears were about to fall, and he had no majesty on weekdays.
Qin Siyan couldn't look at it, and put his shoulder on the fat man: "Don't look at who has the most meat here, I heard that some tribes like to use high-quality fat meat to sacrifice to the gods, and then throw Lao Wang into the lake to wash white, and directly smear palm oil and tie it to the stake and roast it raw." ” The fat man immediately retorted that he was just fat, not as strong as Lao Hu's body, full of lean meat, and more biting heads.
I said why do you always rebel at critical moments, and I really don't care if you don't betray your comrades-in-arms like this, and I really don't care if they want to roast you when they turn around.
Laughing and weeping at our increasingly outrageous speculations, the bald lady had no choice but to speak: "The tribe here has its own cultivated land, and more often lives by hunting, and regularly sends people to the town to exchange the prey they have hunted for the necessities of life.
There is still some contact with modern society, and he does not eat people, let alone sacrifice living people.
I had a meeting with their old chief, and I'll explain to him later, and I'll just send them some medical supplies and camel wool later.
Don't make a mess of it, you guys. ” I thought to myself, you're fucking easy to say, why don't you discuss with others at the door, now everyone is tied up, you still have time to think about bargaining, it's really unseemly, this group of people is more unreliable than the other, it seems that I have to fight twelve points in order to lead this group of ragtag troops out of the Amazon alive.
The inside of the chief's tent was very spacious, comparable to the large yurt I had seen when I was in Inner Mongolia.
The interior is very simple, full of skulls of various wild beasts, and colorful camel hair knots, which are a bit like the Chinese knots we hang during the Chinese New Year in the north.
I've heard Shirey Yang introduce that the Incas did not have their own writing, and their information was recorded through a kind of cotton thread called "Qipu", which was made of camel or alpaca wool, and on the main line, different knots were tied with ropes of different colors, and then dense secondary threads were strung on the main rope.
Each color has a different meaning, for example, red for army, yellow for gold, white for silver, and green for food.
The number of knots also represents different numbers, such as 10 for a single section, 20 for two, and 100 for a double section.
In the National Museum of the United States, there is a huge collection of strange records found from the ancient Inca country, with thousands of knots on it, and according to the interpretation of experts, it was found that this is an agricultural report that records the grain production of the ancient Inca in that year.
It is said that when the Spanish invaders conquered Cusco, the first thing the local residents rescued was not the gold that could be found everywhere, but the strange music hanging from their waists, and these knots made of wool were the most important private wealth in the eyes of the Incas.
The tribal chieftain, a shriveled old man, with a huge red feather headdress on his head, a thick stone necklace around his neck, and a colorful spectrum around his waist, sat cross-legged in the middle of the tent, staring at us with a pair of brown eyes sunken into their sockets.
The native warriors led us into the tent one by one, and then stood in a circle around the old man, surrounding us in the middle.
We were stepping on a carpet of leopard skin and camel wool, a sign of the shriveled chieftain's unrivalled status among the tribe.
The vulture pointed to the chief's waist and said, "This chieftain's name is Chipu Kamaya, which means custodian of knots in the Quechua language.
In the ancient Inca, not everyone was qualified to touch the Sun Clan, that is, the royal family's exclusive odd spectrum, and a competent Odd Spectrum Kamaya could distinguish the contents of the strange spectrum like a blind man, relying only on the touch of his fingers.
It has a supreme position in the minds of ordinary people.
Folklore has it that the royal book was woven by the sun god Inti himself, which recorded the events that would take place every year in the Inca Empire, so the royal family used the Qipu Kamaya was also called the servant of the gods.
The old man in front of us is a descendant of the royal Chipuka Maya. ” After the bald lady finished speaking, he spoke to Chief Kamaya in an awkward language that sounded like he was about to bite his tongue off.
The shriveled chief didn't react at first, but the more he got later, his expression became more and more relaxed, and at last he almost laughed like a little chrysanthemum in the wind and rain.
As he spoke to the bald lady, he patted his thighs, and the native warriors around us suddenly danced around us as if they were going crazy.
The fat man said that it was because they were exercising before cooking, and they moved their arms so that they could drink with us.
I took a step back, gathered them together, and said, "Later, if things are not right, we will pounce on the red-haired chieftain and take the knot from his waist, and if the other natives dare to act rashly, we will destroy their most precious wonders." ” Xiao Wang Ba shrank behind Qin Siyan, tilted his head and asked, "We are all tied, it's easy to suppress the old man."
How to destroy the knot" I thought about it, but I couldn't take care of it too much, so I said to them, "It's a big deal to bite it off with your teeth." ”: