After Mr.
Wang shouted, Bald Lao and Siyan also poked their heads in, and I asked them what was going on.
Mr.
Wang stepped forward and hugged the chief's head, put his ear to his mouth and listened carefully for a while, then turned around with a smile: "I heard it right, Walawatu, he said Walawatu." ” The fat man poked his head in from the other side: "Wow, wow, what is this?
The old red-haired man is confused."
Tu Lao explained: "Walawatu is a kind of herbal medicine.
It is transliterated from the Yachuk language.
Its pronunciation in Spanish is basically the same.
Translated into our Chinese, it means elixir, which is what is used in traditional Chinese medicine.
Often referred to as the magic fruit.”
"I fuck you.
Isn't that a lie?
You also believe things in fairy tales."
"No, it's definitely not a fabrication."
Wang Qingzheng's eyes lit up with a burning light, "I have seen the fruit of this plant before, it is the size of a baseball.
Except for the color, it is almost the same as the human eye.
It is divided into eyelids, eyeballs, whites, and kernels.
There are four parts.
The outermost eyelid of the fruit is orange-red, the eyeball is pure black, and the white part of the eye is Just like the whites of human eyes, the fruits of this plant grow in clusters.
There are pictures in our textbooks that look like a bunch of human eyeballs hanging on the tree.
However, it is very scary.
It is said that this kind of Hualavatu is very popular among the primitive tribes in the Amazon Basin, and it is a natural elixir that can dissolve decay and regenerate muscles.”
As soon as I heard that there was hope, I asked them where they could get this elixir.
Wang Qingzheng said: "You have to ask yourself.
Hualavato is a sacred medicine to the residents of the Amazon basin.
It has been kept secret for many years.
There are very few outsiders."
Know where this plant grows."
Bald Lao lay on the chief's pillow and listened for a long time.
He stood up and said, "This guy is already burned out.
I don't quite understand what it means.
I just know that the herb grows in the middle of the fast-flowing Amazon River, where there is Hualawatu, and there must be Selaginella around it."
Selaginella is a unique plant in the Amazon basin, also known as the "walking tree".
It changes its shape and migrates around according to the surrounding environment.
I also read some in nature textbooks.
The fat man heard that this was a tree that could walk, and he was very curious: "This tree doesn't have legs.
Could it be a spirit?"
Four Eyes explained: "Selaginella is a shrub plant, which is equivalent to a relatively tall weed.
When it wants to migrate, it rolls itself into a circle and can wander around as long as there is wind.
When it reaches a place with fertile water and soil, If it spreads its branches and leaves and takes root, it will not really walk.”
I said: "The coordinates he gave us are very clear.
It is in the middle of the river and there is Selaginella.
It shows that the environment where this fruit grows has certain limitations.
It may be on an island in the center of the turbulence."
Bald Lao nodded: "The nearby river bank is narrower than ordinary river banks.
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I saw several rapids when I was patrolling just now, but I don't know if there is a land island in the middle of the river."
I picked up the guy and called to the fat man: "Without further ado, Fatty and I are going to find the elixir.
You guys stay here."
Bald Lao said that he wanted to go too, but I decisively refused: "I understand your intentions, but you yourself The wound on his head has not healed yet, so he is no better than the chief.
We will definitely come back before dawn.
If we can’t find any medicine, please give him a lift.”
Fatty and I set out on the road with ropes, guns, and an empty backpack.
The Amazon jungle in the evening was illuminated by the bloody sunset.
If Shiry Yang was here, he would definitely exclaim God, and then take out his camera to record it.
It's a pity that I didn't have any leisure time for sightseeing on this trip.
Instead, I carried a living life on my shoulders.
We walked through the rainforest for most of the day, always walking close to the river bank.
We saw many rapids and rapids, but we could never find any trace of Selaginella.
The fat man said: "That thing called the fairy fruit has a bad temper.
It has to be next to some broken Selaginella to take root.
It is really a capitalist plant, rotten and repaired."
I said: "There are many symbiotic relationships like this in nature.
There are many animals and plants in the jungle.
In order to spread their seeds over a large area and obtain a favorable growth environment, the plants have tried every means.
Let's take what we are looking for.
Selaginella is a rare migratory plant that changes its place of residence according to changes in the natural environment.
Does it have bright colors to attract birds and beasts, spread pollen seeds, or is born with extremely strong vitality and can survive in extremely harsh environments?
In fact, I don’t think it is much different from us as humans.
It’s true that the watu fruit sticks to the selaginella, and the selaginella follows the wakawa.
It’s not like you haven’t heard that saying, the tree is big and it’s good to enjoy the shade.”
The two of us have been away for three or four hours.
Seeing that night has enveloped this dangerous land, we still have no clue about the fairy fruit.
In order to travel lightly, we left most of the dry food in the camp.
The fat man was already hungry and kept complaining to me.
I said that actually my Five Zang Temple was not feeling well.
How about we go down to the river and catch two fishes so that we would have enough energy to work.
The fat man exclaimed that he had not experienced this kind of outdoor life for a long time, and he missed the days when "every mile was green and smoke rose from the ground".
The humidity on the river bank was heavy, making it difficult to light the firewood.
After burning for a long time, a lot of smoke arose, which almost killed both of us.
In the end, he had to take out the alcohol stove that he had stolen from Qin Siyan.
I asked the fat man: "You don't even have a gun with you, how come you remember the alcohol stove?"
He used a dagger to peel off a branch and said proudly: "It's enough for you to have a small pistol with you.
The body is the capital of the revolution, and people are iron.
Rice is steel.
So, if you have food, you will have a future.
How could I miss such an ingenious tool for making rice?”
I tried the sharpened branch and praised him: "Commander Wang has a far-sighted vision, and I, Mr.
Hu, am convinced.
Come, take this revolutionary spear gun, let's eat and get on the road quickly, our compatriots from the third world are still here."
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