Hluhluve is a tourist town and an agricultural town, but the tourism industry is not very developed. Its geographical location is poor. It is in the northern part of the Great Saint Lucia Wetland Park. The charm of this park is in the southern region, so most tourists cannot get here.

There are many farms and pastures of various sizes around the town. Its geographical location is quite superior. To the north are Swaziland and Mozambique, and to the south are Durban, the largest seaport in South Africa. The transportation is convenient, so many agricultural and animal husbandry products gather again and then transport them to the south.

In this case, although Hluhluvi is not large in area and has little population, there are many things in the market, many of which are exhibits from farms and pastures. If you need it, you can directly contact the place of origin for transportation.

However, the market lacks control, the order is chaotic, the stalls are messy, and the entire market is filled with a smell of smell. Under this smell, there are some fried roasted foods for sale. Children running around in the market hold barbecue, roasted potatoes, fried bananas, roasted corn and other things in their hands, and they eat with relish.

Jill said generously: "You invited us to have a drink just now, and now I'll treat you to barbecue."

Yang Shubao waved his hand and said, "I'm not hungry, I'd better invite you, you have helped me solve a big problem."

"It's just a little effort." Jill smiled casually.

Yang Shubao insisted on treating them to barbecue, but Jill and his group did not have this demand. They went to the night market this time to sell barbecue. There were some jungle jerky meat and an oven in the trunk of the car.

Jill is a person-oriented person. When he saw that Yang Shubao didn't want to eat, he changed his project. He pointed at a tent and said mysteriously: "Come on, go and experience the characteristics of our South Africa. I dare say that you have never been to such a place before. This is a good place."

Lao Yang looked at the silly smile on his face and the pink lights that accidentally opened the tent door, and suddenly had bad guesses: "No, no, I won't go to that kind of place, who do you think of me?"

Jill pulled him and said, "I know, I know who you are. We are all the same people, but it's okay to open your eyes occasionally. Really, don't take it seriously, just treat it as an eye-opener, as a mind-opener and experience life."

"It's really not possible, I can't do such a thing, abc, abc!"

“What abc?”

"Who sets abc rules in Africa, self-restraint, loyalty, condomization!"

Jill blinked and asked, "I know, but what did you say about this?"

"The first rule of abc is self-discipline. We must control our lower body." Yang Shubao said patiently.

Jill pointed to the tent and said, "I want you to see our witch doctor culture. How did you think of the abc rules? Witch doctors don't treat AIDS, and they don't have AIDS either."

Yang Shubao asked: "Witch Doctor Culture?"

"Yes, that's the witch doctor's tent. I'll take you to see it. Have you ever seen the witch doctor?"

Yang Shubao said depressed and regretfully: "You took me to see the witch doctor and just said, why are you doing so mysterious?"

Jill pressed his wrist and said, "Word it low, brothers, we are all highly educated intellectuals. Don't you think it's weird to see a witch doctor? I never come into contact with these things. This is not science, I am a believer of science. Of course, you are also a believer of science, but you can go and see it, just open your eyes."

Since he was going to find a witch doctor or a lady, Lao Yang would be out of psychological pressure.

Jill helped him open the tent and took him into it. The space inside the tent was quite large. When the door opened, a herbal smell came out. Yang Shubao was quite familiar with this smell.

Tianxia Herbs are one family.

There was a light ball hanging in the tent, the kind in the nightclub bar, which was sometimes pink and sometimes blue, and sometimes blue. Seeing this, Lao Yang couldn't help but mutter.

The image of the witch doctor is similar to what he knows in film and television dramas. He has red and green paint on his face, beads hanging on his body, and a row of feathers on his head. It is no problem to say that he is an Indian.

Jill communicated with him in Zulu language, and Yang Shubao didn't know what they were saying. Anyway, he did as he followed the instructions. The other party asked him to sit down and sat down. He asked him to worship a statue of gods and went to worship until the witch doctor went to the small whip...

"What are you going to do?" Uncle Yang stood up anxiously and asked.

Jill said, "He said you have the residual aura of the plague demon on you, and you want to exorcise the demons."

Yang Shubao smiled dryly and said, "Forget it, brother, we will be spared this process. I have seen the witch doctor culture. Can we leave now?"

Jill said, "The witch doctor hasn't used his methods yet. You sit down first, he won't hit you. Don't worry, even if he whips you with a whip, it won't hurt, and it's even a little bit of fun."

He forced Lao Yang to sit down. The witch doctor suddenly let out a strange scream, and then waved his whip.

Yang Shubao silently matched him with music from Pure Land of Bliss, and then found that this was much more interesting.

The witch doctor screamed strangely and waved his whip, and then he reached out and swung something towards him.

Yang Shubao subconsciously waved his hand to stop it, and grabbed it with one of them. He looked at the bones of a small beast, but it was dyed black, with a bitter smell.

The witch doctor nodded with satisfaction and chatted with Jill for a few more words.

Jill put down fifty dollars and gave him the money and quit with Uncle Yang.

Uncle Yang asked, "Is this over?"

Jill said, "Yes, it's over. The witch doctor drove away the breath left by the plague demon on you. He said you have infertility and you will be fine when you go back and eat the Aguti you brought out."

"What's the thing? Infertility?" Yang Shubao almost got angry when he heard this. "He said I was infertile and I could accept it, but what the hell is infertility? If a man of mine can get pregnant, he will be considered sick, right?"

Jill shrugged and said, "So, I'll take you to see it, don't believe this."

This is not a question of whether to believe it or not. Yang Shubao knew that the noble white men in Europe and the United States looked down on ancient medicine very much, and they regarded traditional Chinese medicine and witch doctors as the same thing.

After experiencing the experience of today's medical treatment, he was very angry. He didn't know what the Chinese medicine witch doctor was confusing, but today he knew it. This is the white master deliberately smearing Chinese culture!

There is a family selling pigeons in the farmers' market. Yang Shubao found a family to inquire: "How to sell pigeons? I want to train to be a carrier pigeon, is that okay?"

The pigeon seller is an old black man. When he saw Yang Shubao with a gloomy face and a group of big men surrounded him, he thought he was going to smash his stall. He said tremblingly: "I have American flying pigeons here. They can compete and should be carrier pigeons, but I'm not sure, who is still training carrier pigeons now?"

"I!"
Chapter completed!