Qin Si glanced at the knot as thick as his finger and said with a wry smile: "Old Hu, we are not moles digging the ground.
If the rope is not broken by then, we will make them shoot into a hornet's nest."
The fat man rubbed his big white teeth and comforted him and said: "How bold a person is, how productive the land is.
As long as you dare to do anything, everything is possible.
Come, open your mouth and let me see how your teeth are."
We were discussing countermeasures when the red-haired chief suddenly stopped slapping his legs.
He called the warrior standing beside him to come over, pointed at us and waved his right palm, making a cutting gesture.
I saw the indigenous warrior taking out a dagger polished from stone from his waist and rushing towards us quickly.
I said in my heart that killing people can only be done with a nod of the head.
If you use a piece of broken stone to attack us, it will take us until the year of the monkey to see blood.
It is really torturous.
However, these natives have only brute strength and lack of fighting skills.
I still have a certain degree of confidence in my own strength.
I lowered my waist, ready to attack his lower body the moment he rushed over and push his whole body out.
Just when I was about to take off, Bald Lao suddenly turned around and said to me, "You can't fight."
In just a blink of an eye, the aboriginal's dagger had cut a streak of white light in front of my eyes.
The fat man yelled "Old Hu".
I staggered a few steps, turned around and said to him: "Farewell to my comrade, this Remember to pay me the monthly membership fee later.”
Qin Siyan stood among them, looking at me with sadness in his eyes.
He said, "Hu Bayi, please stop pretending to be dead."
When he said this, I realized that I had not been hit by the dagger at all.
The red-skinned native picked up the rope on the ground and smiled silly at me while gesturing.
Bald Lao wiped his sweat and explained: "They were very happy to hear that we brought medical supplies and camel threads.
They just danced to welcome us.
Hu Bayi, why are you always at critical moments?"
I was almost scared to death by you.
If you kicked me, none of us would be able to walk out alive today.
The Titama people are extremely firm in their stance towards their enemies.
Once they hurt their tribe, it would be a disaster.
It’s like going against the entire tribe.”
Hearing what Bald Lao said, I suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
Fortunately, I didn't kick him out just now, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.
The natives holding stone daggers untied the ropes for us in turn.
According to the previous promise, Bald Lao respectfully took out a calfskin bag from his arms and handed it to the red-haired chief with both hands.
The old chief's eyes flashed, he snatched it away and opened the cowhide bag.
The fat man asked Bald Lao: "What is this thing that is so precious?
It makes the old man happy to see it."
Bald Lao smiled and said nothing, with an expression that you would never guess.
We were very curious, so we stared at the pocket in the red-haired chief's hand.
He quickly took out a rectangular thing from the bag and put it on his face without looking.
When he lowered his hands, we saw clearly that he was wearing nothing else but a pair of reading glasses with gold rims.
After the red-haired chief put on his reading glasses, his whole body was full of energy.
He stood up from the ground with both hands, picked up the blow dart next to him and walked out of the tent.
After a while, a cry of "oh oh oh" came from outside.
Bald Lao said that this was the sound they made when they were happy.
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He was afraid that the old chief had already shot his prey and was now leading the younger ones to celebrate.
It was getting dark outside the tent when we walked out of the tent.
The indigenous people lit a bonfire and danced an exaggerated Indian dance around the red-haired chief.
They raised their spears with one hand and slapped their thighs with the other, shouting slogans and praying for the old man.
The chief rejoiced as he regained his former bravery.
"The last time we passed by here, Chief Kamaya had been depressed because of his vision problems.
When we came here this time, Boss Wang specifically told me to prepare a pair of reading glasses for Chief Kamaya."
Because of our reading glasses, we were treated as VIPs of Titama Village and received warm hospitality from the local indigenous people.
Bald Lao was also specially invited to have dinner with the chief in the big tent.
The remaining four of us sat around a campfire outside with other natives.
Among the food that was served, in addition to large pieces of grilled parrot meat, there was also rice.
Qin Siyan said that there are major flood seasons in the Amazon River Basin every year.
The agricultural level here is basically still in the slash-and-burn stage, and the rice crops grown are very limited.
The main food of local residents is "chigane", which is cooked corn.
Treating us with rice now is obviously a special treatment, because we are afraid that we foreigners will not be used to their food.
I sat by the campfire, admiring the simple and unrestrained dance of the indigenous people, and lamenting that time is like water.
Chief Kamaya has supreme power and has a god-like status in this tribe, but he still cannot withstand the passage of time, and a pair of reading glasses will do the trick.
It can make him happy.
It seems that what the ancients said is still right.
The most fearful thing in life is the end of heroes and the twilight of beauty.
No matter how glorious you were when you were young, in the end you still have to be hunched over as a human being.
No wonder those emperors and generals in ancient times always wanted to live forever.
Even an emperor like Qin Shi Huang could not avoid the evil custom of seeking elixirs and seeking immortality.
As everyone knows, birth, aging, illness and death in the human world are all objective laws of nature.
Even the stars in the sky fall, let alone humans.
Throughout history, no one can truly live as long as the heavens.
As for those charlatans who claim to be able to cultivate immortality and attain Taoism, they are out-and-out idealists, demons and monsters who undermine our grand form of socialism.
Qin Si saw that I was silent and asked me what I was thinking.
I just had enough to eat and drink, and had nothing to do, so I started chatting with him.
He patiently listened to me while fiddling with the bonfire.
When I finished summarizing what I just said about life, he pushed up his glasses and added: "It is precisely because life cannot escape the last handful of loess.
Since ancient times, I have asked immortals There are endless folk tales.
Let alone China, let’s take a detailed look at human civilization.
Which country?
Which nation does not have legends about immortality?
Take the Inca Empire we are going to this time.
As early as the 15th century AD, the legend about the Fountain of Youth attracted a large number of explorers, and even the Queen of England kept it a secret.
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The temptation to stay young forever is too great.”
This is the second time I have heard the story about the Fountain of Youth, and I can’t help but think of an experience I had in Xinjiang.
It was early autumn when I went to Kanas that year.
After visiting the lake area, I decided to stay here for a longer time.
There is an armed police guest house near the lake area.
This place is generally not open to the public.
I also happened to visit it by mistake, but fortunately There are few people, but it is still possible to stay.
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It is very cold and quiet at night in the Lake District.
When sleeping, I have to use a military coat to cover my feet with two layers of quilts.
But during the day, there is plenty of sunshine and it is much warmer.
Local residents often bring a lot of dried fruits to the armed police officers and soldiers, and then they put the dried fruits to dry in the courtyard of the guest house.
Occasionally, they come over to get some to eat.
Of course, they will also take the initiative to invite you to taste them.
I like chatting with local residents.
Not only can I hear a lot about the customs and customs of the people, but I can also gain some unexpected benefits during the chat.
There is a family living near the guest house, consisting of three generations.
The grandfather is very hospitable.
We chatted with him.
Although we only met by chance, he brought out a lot of homemade food to entertain us.
The old man often talks about Kanas when he was a child, and the most important thing is that he mentions the place "Holy Spring".
The old man's description aroused my great interest, and searching for the holy spring became a crazy thing that I did back then.
Now that I think about it, maybe because I was too young at the time, I had a huge enthusiasm for anything unknown. enthusiasm.
When I heard about the legend of this holy spring, I put it on the agenda without saying a word.
The holy spring is a spring that local people believe in very much.
People often walk there to worship and make wishes.
In order to save time, the old man lent me his horse and asked his grandson to act as my guide.
The child’s name is Elken.
Because his hair is curly, I like to call him Little Curly
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