1635 Han style rises again

Chapter 63 The Master of This Continent

Five or six people with naked upper body, dark complexion, various animal bones hanging around their necks, and various strange symbols painted on their faces suddenly sprang out from the forest and appeared in front of the ore hunting team such as Marciolo and Niuhu. .

These people held a sharpened wooden stick and stared at them in amazement.There are many white eyes, deep decree lines, and ugly appearance, which makes Niu Hu and others involuntarily grasp the weapons in their hands.

"They should be local aborigines, right?" Marciolo said in a low voice.

"Kill them?" Niu Hu stared at the "weirds" on the opposite side, although his heart was a little bit drummed, but because he was chased away by a few kangaroos when he landed, it made people laugh for a few days.At this moment, he tightened the long knife in his hand, ready to kill violently when the other party made a dangerous attack.

"No no no..." Marciolo stopped, "Maybe we can try to communicate with them."

As he spoke, Marciolo handed the musket to Niu Hu, then raised his hands and walked slowly forward.

"Xiao Ma, be careful!" Niu Hu ordered.Seeing that the other party only had a non-lethal weapon like a stick, he followed a few steps forward, raising his knife and looking at him vigilantly.

"Hi, how are you!" Marciolo stopped five meters in front of the indigenous people and greeted them with a smile.

Several natives looked at each other, and one of them walked up to Marciolo slowly, dragging his stick backwards.The mouth was split open, revealing a mouthful of ragged black and yellow teeth, chattering something.

"Do we have any gifts?" Marciolo turned his head and said to Niu Hu and the others with a smile, "I think we need to have a friendly exchange with them?"

Niu Hu and everyone looked at each other, a companion took out a piece of dry salted fish from his pocket and handed it to Marciolo.

Marciolo frowned and looked at the salted fish, fearing that the native opposite him would not like it.Immediately, he took out a small knife from his pocket.

He cut the salted fish into two pieces with a knife, kept one piece for himself, and handed the remaining piece together with the knife to the native in front of him.

The native on the opposite side took the salted fish and the knife in a daze, and then looked at Marciolo stupidly.

"It's edible." Marciolo put the salted fish into his mouth and chewed happily.Oh god, it was so salty!
The native on the opposite side watched Marciolo eating the salted fish, and tentatively put the salted fish to his mouth.After taking a bite, he frowned and looked at Marciolo suspiciously.Seeing the other party looking at him with a smile, he lowered his head and took a few bites.

The native who ate the salted fish grimaced, handed the salted fish to his companion, and then admired and played with the knife Marciolo gave him.

"Roar!" Suddenly the native yelled, and everyone involuntarily raised their weapons.

The aborigine held a small knife in his right hand, and stretched out his index finger in his left hand. He turned around in surprise for his companion to see.On the index finger, a bloody mouth was cut by a knife, and blood was oozing out.

Seeing that his companion's fingers were bleeding, the six natives in the back, holding the wooden stick tightly with both hands, roared a few times, and slowly approached Marciolo.

Niu Hu waved his hand, indicating that his companions would also press forward.This group of natives are... According to Qi Tian, ​​are they stupid? There are only seven of them, and they are holding wooden sticks.On the other hand, there are 12 people on our side, holding muskets and long knives, they are not in a hurry to escape, they dare to do it!
The aborigine whose finger was cut with a knife yelled at his companions, as if trying to stop them.He walked up to his companion, held up a knife, and excitedly said something to his companion.

An aborigine took the knife hesitantly and tried to cut his own finger.

"Roar!" I don't know whether it was the pain after being cut by the knife, or seeing the sharpness of the knife, after the native shouted, he danced and jumped up.

Then, a strange picture appeared in front of Niu Hu and others.The aborigines cut off their fingers one by one with a knife, and then roared and jumped excitedly.

"They may have never seen a knife!" Marciolo said beside Niu Hu: "Or, they may have never seen anything made of iron!"

"Oh, then... what should we do?" Niu Hu asked.

"When they calm down, can you communicate with them, ask them, and see if they have seen coal or iron ore."

Niuhu nodded. These aborigines may have lived in this area for a long time (Australian aborigines are actually nomadic tribes, they will keep wandering on the mainland, looking for food for them to fill their stomachs), and they may know the ore they are looking for .

When Marciolo waited for the natives to gradually calm down, he took out a few stones from the bamboo basket and gestured to them.

A few natives took the stones, looked at them, and curled their lips, probably thinking that these people are really stupid to look for these stones.

Among them was an aborigine who held a stone and pointed to the mountains to the north with his hands still open, making loud syllables from his mouth.

"It is estimated that there are many such stones in the north."

Marciolo and Niuhu looked at each other's gestures, and based on the gestures, they guessed what they meant.

"Can you let them lead the way?"

"Give another small gift, try!"

Marciolo took another pocket knife, handed it to the natives, and then, with gestures, asked them to help lead the way.

The native received another knife, overjoyed, nodded repeatedly, chatted with several companions, then waved to Marciolo and the others, and walked north.

"This is coal!" After walking for more than an hour, the crowd came to a mountain.At the foot of the mountain, people were digging everywhere with hoes.After a while, Marciolo cried out in surprise.

"Dig again?" said another Ming miner.

They dug a few more places nearby, and all found small pieces of black stone—coal!
The group of natives looked at them curiously, not knowing why they were so happy because of this black stone.They captured a smaller kangaroo nearby, and using the two small knives Marciolo gave them, they slit the kangaroo's fur and sliced ​​off chunks of flesh.An enthusiastic native took a piece of bloody kangaroo meat, ran over and handed it to Niuhu.

Niu Hu took the bloody kangaroo meat and smiled at the aborigine.At this time, he felt that although these natives looked ugly, they behaved very simple.

Niu Huwai fumbled in the bamboo basket behind him for a while, took out a piece of kangaroo meat that was roasted at the camp yesterday, and handed it to the aborigine.

The aborigines took the roasted kangaroo meat and grinned at the bulls and tigers.He took a bite of well-cooked kangaroo meat, a roast mixed with salt and spices, which made the native smile.

After eating, the aborigines still looked at the cattle and tigers with unsatisfactory expressions.

Niuhu had no choice but to take out another piece of kangaroo meat from the bamboo basket and handed it to the aborigine.He was a little entangled. The plan was to go out for three days. If the kangaroo meat he brought was eaten by the native, wouldn't he starve for the next few days?

Marciolo waited for the prospecting team, and asked the natives to lead them to other rocky mountains.The coal mine was found in less than a day, and everyone was very excited.If another iron mine is found nearby, it means that their start-up base has an industrial foundation for development.

Before nightfall, the ore hunting team was brought to their camp by the indigenous people, in a small valley.

Faced with a group of strangers who suddenly broke into their home, and they were also people whose appearance and body were very different from them.The natives in the camp panicked for a while, watching them from afar.

The aborigines I met earlier took out two small knives and babbled about it to the tribe.The frightened look on their faces gradually faded away.When Marciolo, Niuhu and others took out the food and a small bag of salt and spices they were carrying, they handed them to the natives.The whole camp started a carnival, they danced, sang, and handed some wild fruits and dried meat to the members of the prospecting team.

"I think we're already friends with them!" Marciolo said with a smile.

Niu Hu and other guards also relaxed their vigilance a little, and the hand that was holding the knife handle also left the scabbard.Perhaps these natives could really be our friends.

(End of this chapter)