Chapter 213 Cliff "Lighthouse"

Waiting for the night to continue to speak, the old man stuffed the gold into his cloth bag. He waved to his two companions and took away the long stick.

He said, "My name is Buji. I'm a warrior in the clan. Now we are friends. Welcome, please follow me."

The night breathed a sigh of relief, smiled at Buji, grabbed the wind chime, and followed him.

Climb down the cliff along the thick rattan.

Buji did not take the two of them to the bamboo house hanging on the cliff, but went straight down and fell on the beach. There is a large open space where a lot of plants are planted. The night observed and found several species that had never been seen before.

In the middle of heaven and earth, there is a square with more than a dozen straight tall trees. On each tree, there is a windmill made of bamboo. The wind in the canyon is not strong, and the windmill is rotating very slowly.

Seeing the night staring at the windmill, Buji said curiously, "This is the monsoon. Don't you have it in your tribe?"

"Yes, there is, there is," the night was afraid of revealing the stuffing, and said hurriedly, "Your 'season vane' here is really tall, much more beautiful than ours."

Hearing the night's compliment, Buji showed a trace of pride. He slowed down and pointed to a "monsoon sign" in the middle and said, "How about that? I made it."

"Wow, you're so awesome." The wind chimes complimented at the right time, and the little stars appeared in his eyes. What she said is not completely nonsense, and she is really amazed.

The monsoon denoid built by Buji, with a height of more than 15 meters, has four windmill leaves, and a skeleton is built with bamboo poles filled with bamboo pieces. Each wind leaf is four or five meters long, which is not a simple job. Fengling has never seen such a strange building. Although it doesn't know the purpose, it is also novel.

Buji left a little time for the two of them to appreciate his masterpiece, and then said, "Okay, come with me now. I'll introduce you to the patriarch."

There are four or fifty people in front of them, holding long wooden sticks, as if they were dancing a strange dance. Seeing Buji approaching with two strangers, they looked sideways and showed curiosity, but they did not stop under their feet.

An old man with gray hair and beard, holding an animal skull scepter, is swaying in the crowd. He read a word in his mouth and raised the scepter in his hand from time to time. This action, like a signal, guides others to raise the wooden stick in their hands high and then pestle hard.

Buji did not interrupt the ceremony. He put down the wooden stick in his hand, sat cross-legged, and watched devoutly.

The night exchanged glances with Fengling, and also learned the appearance of Buji. They sat down cross-legged together and waited for the ceremony to be over.

This strange ceremony is smelly and long.

Thank God, when the patience of the night was about to run out, it was finally over.

He quickly got up with Buji and moved his already sore legs.

"Psage," Buji shouted respectfully. He took the gold out of his bag, held it in his hands, and handed it over: "This is a gift from two lost friends. They hope to have a rest here."

The patriarch came over, took the gold in Buji's hand, bit it with his teeth, and looked at it several times. Then he nodded and turned his eyes to the night.

"Young man, I see your sincerity." The patriarch's voice is very strange, turbid, but penetrating. It sounds very contradictory, but it can't be said: "I, the patriarch of the ephedra clan, Baluru, agree with you to settle down here. However, food needs to be exchanged for labor.

"Thank you, patriarch," the night hurriedly thanked.

Those people around cast curious eyes, and several people looked at Fengling, which seemed to be a little abnormal. But then they were all greeted away by the patriarch and had no communication with the night.

Buji led the night and the wind chimes, returned to the edge of the cliff, followed the hanging rope, and climbed to the bamboo and wooden building hanging on the cliff. The two of them were arranged in a "light building." The name "Lighthouse" is taken at night, which is very figurative and interesting. Because when it is foggy, the lights will be lit in these bamboo and wooden buildings. From afar, it looks like a bright lamp hanging on a cliff.

Outside the lighthouse, there is a wall made of bamboo, like a paper fan twisted into an arc. There is no roof on it, because it never rains here. In the lighthouse, it is divided into four floors, each of which is only more than one meter high. There are simple beds on the upper three floors that can sleep, and the sundries are stored at the bottom.

Between the lighthouses, there is a bamboo recommended passage, which can only accommodate one person.

When Buji took them to the lighthouse where they temporarily slept in the dark night, the surrounding brackets and toilets were already crowded with tribal people. Most of them are young men. They only wrap their lower body with cloth bags or animal skin, and their upper body**. There are also a few children and a few women.

Their eyes are full of curiosity, but they are definitely not friendly.

"These people are so terrible," Feng Ling grabbed the night's arm and whispered in his ear.

The night reached out and patted her arm twice, indicating that she didn't have to worry.

Entering the lighthouse, I was isolated from the outside. Night took out another piece of gold from the package, which was bigger than the previous one. He weighed the gold in his hand twice and handed it to Buji.

"Thank you, Brother Buji, for your help. Let our brother and sister have a place to settle down." The night smiled and said, "This piece of gold is a personal gift from my brother and sister to Brother Boogie."

He had long seen that this Buji was very enthusiastic about gold, and even when he gave gold to the patriarch, there was a trace of reluctance in his eyes. This Buji has desire, so gold can play a role.

"This..." Buji took the gold and wanted to refuse, but he was a little reluctant. He looked out with a guilty look and said awkwardly, "Friends from afar, Buji can't accept valuable gifts without help."

"Brother Buji, take it." Dark Night hurriedly said, "My name is Black Night, and my sister's name is Fengling. She has been weak since she was a child. I would be grateful if she could spare her from her work."

The night grabbed his hand and pressed the gold in his hand into the cloth bag, which did not allow him to refuse.

Buji glanced out again, and then turned his eyes to the bag containing gold. Through the bag, he touched it with his hand and breathed a sigh of relief: "Brother Night, you two brothers and sisters live in this room. If you need help, feel free to come to me, and I will live in the house above. Ask someone casually, and you will know it.

The night hurriedly responded, and took the opportunity to ask about the situation in the valley, and then sent Buji away.

Close the bamboo door and sit down with the wind chime in the dark night. I was very tired when I was talking in the lighthouse just now. This bamboo building is too short to look up at all, and its neck is still sore.

The wind chime threw itself hard into a simple **, which seemed to be very happy.

"Won, why are you so happy?" The night sat down on the edge of the bed.

The wind bell tilted its head, waved its little hand in the air, and said naively, "My lord is going to work and is ready to feed the wind bell!"

"Shh~" The night's heart tightened, quickly covered Feng Ling's little mouth, and then lowered his voice and said, "How many times have I told you, call me brother, don't expose your identity."

"I know," his mouth was covered, and the wind chime said vaguely. The little girl mischievously took a gentle bite on the night's finger, and then let him pull his hand away.

After a few words, the night climbed to the top floor of the lamp building, shouted to take a break, and looked around.

The crowd outside the lighthouse has dispersed, and only a few children climbed up and down on the bamboo pole. A young woman came from the end along the path. Looking at the night, he drove all the children away.

When the night frowned, he obviously felt that there was an indescribable feeling in the woman's eyes looking at him. It seems to be jealous and a little gloating.

The woman's chest is not covered, and a pair of big dark rabbits keep shaking around, which makes people dizzy.

It's strange that there are still some intrigues in this tribe? However, the situation is unclear at present, and it is not convenient to make more guesses. The night turned its eyes to the other side. Several young men were repairing the lighthouse.

Something is wrong, there must be something wrong.

The night carefully filtered what he saw and heard along the way, and suddenly his hair stood on end.

There is something wrong with this tribe. There is definitely something wrong with it.

He has never seen any elder except the patriarch. There are more than 500 people, why are there only young people and children, and there are so few women?

Now my own force has been greatly reduced, and the spatial perception cannot be used. The exploration of the environment and the judgment of the situation are usually too poor.

He has a lot of questions, but unfortunately no one will answer them.

You can only take one step at a time, and you have to remind the wind chimes and try not to go out.

In a trance, it didn't take long for the fog to roll up, and the lights on the lamp tower gradually lit up, like a fairyland. The night sat on the top of the lighthouse, looked at the cliff on one side, and couldn't help but look crazy.

He never thought that this strange building would exude such amazing beauty in the fog.

"Pup," there was a sound downstairs, which woke him up from his loss. He quickly turned over and went downstairs and saw the wind chime covering his head, half lying ** humming.

This girl is also fascinated by the scenery. Unconsciously, she had the desire to dance. Her body was light, and her head hit the partition of the bamboo building, swelling up a bag. Fortunately, I didn't ask her to sleep on the top floor, otherwise there would be trouble.

"Sleep, don't make any more noise." The night rubbed her head and told her. The schedule of this tribe is a little strange. They count the three days in the concept of night as half a day. When the thick fog comes, take it as a night break. When the thick fog dissipates, you can do it during the day and get up to work.

I spent the first "night" in the ephedra tribe, that is, three days of fog rolling. The night left the wind chimes in the "light tower", climbed down the cliff alone, gathered in the "windmill" square, and hunted with the tribal people here.