The reborn sweet wife counterattacks

Chapter 827

The corner frame is a large ring with three corner stands, and a large iron pot is placed on the ring.

The pot is steaming, obviously cooking something to eat.

The pile of firewood was burning vigorously under the pot. Hera took two sticks from the pile of firewood on the side and added them to the fire.

Looking around, a [-]-centimeter-wide and two-meter-long horizontal plank was embedded in the wall.On the horizontal shelf are the yellow pottery bowls fired in earthen kilns.

In addition, there are many animal skins, unknown fishbone thorns, and some strings that look like decorations hanging on the wall.

Connected to the hall, there is a room with a wooden bed in it, and a simple table beside the bed, on which are placed some muddy khaki bottles and jars.

The wooden bed is covered with two layers of animal skin stitched sheets, and a bamboo mat is covered on it.

After Bai Qinghao and Fang Xinxin visited the house, Hera said enthusiastically to Bai Qinghao, "From now on, you will live here."

What is the future... Bai Qinghao doesn't plan to live here for a long time.

He wanted to say something else, Hera went to the living room, took down two pottery bowls from the horizontal shelf on the wall, scooped up two bowls of hot boiled small fish, and handed them to Bai Qinghao, "You eat."

Bai Qinghao always felt that something was wrong, so he didn't answer, "Is this your home?"

"Yes." Hera held a dense oval face, straightened her magnificent upper body, and smiled at him, "Do you like it?"

Bai Qinghao didn't know whether she was asking about a house or a person, so he answered indifferently, "I don't like it."

Hera didn't care about being rejected, her honey-colored skin was glowing with health, and she grinned with a mouthful of shining white teeth, "I am the prettiest here."

Fang Xinxin understood that she was the village flower here, "Excuse me, are you Africans? Or Indians?"

Hera shook her head, "This is the Marissa tribe, those volunteers said we don't belong to any country."

After some conversations, Bai Qinghao and Fang Xinxin guessed and pondered, and finally knew that the Marisa tribe was an unknown tribe on the Pacific island, a place isolated and forgotten.

There used to be more than 500 people in this tribe. A few decades ago, because the animal bones and household garbage on the island were not properly disposed of, a plague was caused. More than 400 people died, and only a few dozen people remained.

Slowly through development, there are now about 100 people in the tribe.

There is no industry on the island, and the residents make a living by hunting in the woods and fishing in the sea.There are craftsmen in the village who can burn simple clay pottery and iron products.

Originally, they were dressed in animal skins. Three years ago, a military patrol accidentally discovered their tribe. After verifying that this tribe does not belong to any country, several countries jointly sent a group of volunteers to help the poor. .

Modern clothes and some food were brought by those volunteers.

Even the English they can speak is that the volunteers stayed for a while, learned their indigenous language, and then taught them English.It's just that most people can't learn it, and they don't want to learn it.

Or learn a few words, don't use them for a long time, and forget them all.

Only Hera and the chieftain of the tribe, Yimo, were gifted and learned better.

Over the past three years, volunteers have come here twice, and the second time they brought some rice, soybean, corn, wheat and other seeds.

It's a pity that most of the seeds are not grown, or they don't like to eat them and don't grow them.

Of those seeds, only soybeans, corn, and wheat remained alive.

(End of this chapter)