When we first entered an indigenous village in the Amazon Basin, a few of us were surrounded by local armed indigenous people.
Bald Lao said that the poisonous arrows of the indigenous people were very powerful and could be said to seal their throats with blood.
Even the most ferocious jaguar in the jungle cannot resist this toxin extracted by the indigenous people from local plants.
As the saying goes, a good man never suffers immediate losses.
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 seek shelter with a friendly attitude.
The little bastard and Qin Siyan took turns communicating with them in Spanish, but the natives all had expressionless faces.
The fat man wanted to step forward to explain, but was stabbed by a poisonous arrow at the edge of his clothes, and he no longer dared to move.
I urged Tuduo to say: "Brother Liu, don't you know how to speak their dialect?
Come and communicate with them quickly.
It's not a problem to keep holding up like this."
Unexpectedly, Bald Lao was so nervous that he even forgot his few words in Quechua.
We were tied up tightly by the natives, tied in a row with wool ropes, and marched into the chief's tent covered with five-color camel hair blankets.
The fat man remembered some little stories he had heard, leaned towards me and asked in a low voice: "Old Hu, do you think they are cannibals?"
When he asked me this question, my heart twitched.
I heard that due to low productivity, some primitive tribes often use the old, weak, sick, disabled, and children who died as food reserves.
If our group of fat and strong young people fall into their hands, what if we become a legend?
Wouldn't it be a big loss if he wanted to have a feast of human flesh?
It was better to fight to the death.
Even if he died under a poisonous arrow, it would be better than being someone else's meal or meat in the bowl.
The little tortoise trembled with fright when he heard our conversation.
Seeing that he was scared, the fat man continued to seduce him and said: "This young master usually eats delicacies from the mountains and seas.
The fine skin and tender meat must be very delicious.
Let the red-skinned natives over there operate on you first, and we will also smell the meat." ” The little bastard almost burst into tears when he said this, and he lost all his usual dignity.
Qin Si couldn't see it, and pushed the fat man with his shoulder: "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.
Later, I will throw you, Old Wang, into the lake to wash your hands.
It’s true that it’s just smeared with palm oil and burned on the stake.”
The fat man immediately retorted that he was just puffy and fat.
He was not as strong as Lao Hu.
He was made of lean meat and had a stronger head.
I said why do you always betray at critical moments?
If I didn't lead you to betray your comrades like this, I really don't care if they want to roast you later.
Bald Lao was dumbfounded by our increasingly outrageous speculations, so he had no choice but to say: "The tribes here have their own farmland, and most of the time they make a living by hunting.
They regularly send people to the town to exchange for daily necessities with the prey they bring.
They still have some contact with modern society, and they don’t eat people, let alone sacrifice human beings.
I met their old chief once, and I will explain to him later and send them some medical supplies and camel wool later.
That’s it.
You guys, please don’t cause any trouble.”
I thought to myself that it was so damn easy for you to talk.
Why didn’t you discuss it with them at the door?
Now that everyone is tied up, you still have free time to think about bargaining.
It’s true that people cannot be judged by their appearance.
Each of these people is better than the other.
It’s unreliable.
It seems that I have to be more alert for the next actions to lead this motley crew out of the Amazon alive.
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The chief's tent is very spacious inside, comparable to the large yurts I saw when I jumped in line in Inner Mongolia.
The decoration inside is very simple, filled with skulls of various beasts and colorful camel hair knots, which are a bit like the Chinese knots we hang during the New Year in the north.
I heard from Shiry Yang that the Incas did not have their own writing, and their information was recorded by knotting a cotton thread called "Qipu".
This "Qipu" was made of camel or alpaca hair, and was on the main line.
On the main rope, tie ropes of different colors with different knots, and then string densely packed secondary threads on the main rope.
Each color represents a different meaning, such as red representing the army, yellow representing gold, white representing silver, and green representing food.
The number of knots also represents different numbers, such as a single knot is 10, two knots is 20, and a double knot is 100.
In the National Museum of the United States, there is a huge collection of strange records found in the ancient Inca country.
There are thousands of knots on it.
According to expert interpretation, it is found that this is an agricultural report that records the grain output of the ancient Inca country that year.
It is said that when the Spanish invaders captured Cusco, the first thing the local residents rescued was not the gold that could be seen everywhere, but the magic ropes hanging around their waists.
These knots woven with wool were the most important thing in the minds of the Incas. of private wealth.
The tribal chief is a shriveled old man.
He wears a huge red feather headdress on his head, a thick stone necklace around his neck, and a colorful magic score tied around his waist.
He is sitting cross-legged in the middle of the tent, holding a pair of deep The brown eyes sunk in the sockets stared at the few of us calmly.
The leader of the indigenous brave pushed us into the tent one by one, and then stood in a circle around the old man, surrounding us in the middle.
The carpets we stepped on were made of leopard skin and camel hair, which showed the incomparable lofty status of the withered chief in front of us in the tribe.
Bald Lao pointed to the Qipu on the chief's waist and said: "This chief is called Chipu Kamaya, which in Quechua means the keeper of the knot.
In the ancient Incas, not everyone was qualified to touch the sun.
The Qipu family is the exclusive family of the royal family.
A competent Qipu Kamaya can distinguish the Qipu on the Qipu just by the touch of his fingers like a blind man.
It has the highest status in the minds of ordinary people.
According to folklore, the royal genealogy was woven by the sun god Inti.
It records the major events that will happen in the Inca Empire every year, so the royal genealogy is also called Camaya.
Be a servant of God.
The old man in front of us is the descendant of Royal Chipu Kamaya.”
After Bald Lao finished speaking, he jabbered to Chief Kamaya in an awkward language that sounded like he was about to bite off his tongue.
The wizened chief had no reaction at first, but later on, his expression became more relaxed, and in the end, his smile almost turned into a little chrysanthemum in the wind and rain.
While he was talking to Bald Lao, he patted his thigh.
The indigenous warriors surrounding us all suddenly seemed to be going crazy, following him, patting their thighs and dancing around us.
The fat man said that this was because they were exercising before cooking, stretching their arms so that they could drink from us.
I took a step back, gathered them together, and said, "If something goes wrong later, we will pounce on the red-haired chief first and knock him down and snatch the knot from his waist.
If other natives dare to act rashly, , let’s destroy their most precious miracle.”
The little bastard huddled behind Qin Siyan, raised his head and asked: "We are all tied up.
It's easy to hold down the old man.
How to destroy the knot?"
I thought so, but the situation was critical and I didn't care much, so I said to them: "In the worst case, just bite it off with your teeth
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