The long-necked ants were timid and sensitive, and they were frightened by Dahei and ran away quickly.

This was the first time that Dahei drove away an opponent who invaded the territory. His successful experience made him very happy at one time, with high morale, and swimming around the water like a cruiser.

Until a lioness took the little lion down for a walk.

Dahei wanted to roar, but carefully looked at the size of the lioness and the cold gaze. It closed its mouth and sneaked into the water silently, revealing only a pair of eyes to look at it secretly.

Uncle Yang and Nicole are eating peanuts here and enjoying the shade of the trees. He will not finish the peanuts. He still wants to pull two of them, but he is too lazy to move.

He also wanted to get some fruit, but he was still too lazy to move.

So he turned on the walkie-talkie and said, "John, please answer when you receive it."

"Received, please tell me."

"Get me a watermelon."

"I haven't received it, goodbye to the city lord."

Some melons were planted on the grass around the fruit forest, including watermelons and melons. They grew very fast and could be eaten.

He did not eat watermelon. It was not that John did not give it to him, but that the head of the engineering team invited by the police to come to him and said that the natives stopped them from working.

Uncle Yang was helpless, what was going on?

He followed the person in charge to check the situation. What the black people were saying to the construction workers, and the workers were talking too. Both sides didn't understand each other, but they were very enthusiastic about talking to each other.

Yang Shubao went up to stop the natives and gestured and asked what was going on. No. 8 walked out and waved his hand at the color steel tiles he had unloaded. Then he also gestured and gestured as a tent.

The two sides talked to each other again.

After communicating for several minutes, Yang Shubao realized. He pointed at No. 8's chest and gestured at the shape of the house, and asked, "Do you want to build your own house? Give you materials, do you build your own house?"

Number eight grinned and nodded repeatedly.

He went over and pointed at a transport truck that was driving, knelt down and dug up some soil and put it in the truck's bucket.

No. 1 ran towards the elephant grass in the distance, and finally ran back with a tall and slender elephant grass.

Yang Shubao understood that the natives meant that they just needed to provide soil, using soil to build walls, and then using elephant grass to protect the roof. These two things could build a house.

After understanding what they meant, Yang Shubao felt relieved. It would be better for the natives to build a house by themselves. This would waste their energy and take up their time, but he would not cause trouble for him.

The natives are very honest, but their views on both sides are not in the same dimension at all. Sometimes, in Yang Shubao's opinion, some of the natives' practices that they want to help are just to cause trouble.

For example, they have always wanted to help Yang Shubao hunt lions, at least to drive away the lions.

For example, when the man went to pull the weeds, he saw an emperor scorpion in the grass. He grabbed a poison needle and tied it up and hung it on his waist, preparing to start a fire and eat it...

Uncle Yang had no choice but to go up and take away the emperor and scorpions to educate them.

The education has achieved remarkable results, and they no longer have any harm to animals and insects.

The little black people asked for a sickle to mow the grass. No. 8 went to the ostrich shed and grabbed a handful of sand for Yang Shubao to show it, meaning that they wanted sand.

Use sand to lay the floor.

Yang Shubao waved his hand and took them to see the cement in the car. He used cement to lay the foundation for the houses.

The little black people didn't know which tribe they came from, but they were really closed and backward. They had never seen cement before. After seeing cement, No. 8 looked suspicious. He twisted the cement powder and shook his head, meaning that this kind of powder was not good.

Uncle Yang made some cement and sprinkled it with water and stirred it evenly in the sun. After a while, he asked No. 8 to go and see it again. No. 8 picked up the piece of cement and looked shocked.

To them, it was simply magic.

Yang Shubao handed him the phone, and he felt that the person was so shocked when he saw the cement. Then he might think he had seen the god when he saw the phone.

As a result, when No. 8 saw that the phone was not different, he would fiddle with his hands twice, grinning and saying something while shaking his head.

Yang Shubao thought this was very strange. This person seemed to have been exposed to smart phones, but according to their attitude towards modern daily necessities, they could not have been exposed to such things.

The workers had nothing to do and squatted on the ground and did nothing.

Yang Shubao asked the person in charge to pull the soil and asked, "Are there any bricks? If there are bricks, I will send some bricks over."

The person in charge shook his head: "There are no bricks, only concrete bricks."

Yang Shubao rolled his eyes. What do the locals think? Are concrete bricks also bricks?

No. 8, they did not use bricks to build a house, but needed dirt and wooden ropes.

They first cut off the grass on the ground and leveled the ground. Then the engineering team helped to apply cement. This is the ground.

Next was to formally build a house. They first tied sticks with ropes to make things like fences. Two rows of fences gathered more than ten centimeters. They filled the inside with soil and applied mud outside. This is the wall.

Their room has no windows, and Yang Shubao feels that it is like a grave and cannot be lived in at all.

So he taught these people to leave space on the walls, with the door facing east, the windows facing south and north, and a roof above his head, and a house will be formed.

The roof needs to be made of wooden boards. The little black people wanted to cut down trees in the reserve. Yang Shubao refused to let them move and took them to the eucalyptus forest to cut wood.

The wooden boards are pieced together to form a roof, and a layer of plastic paper is laid on it. Two layers of thick elephant grass are pressed onto the plastic paper, which is heat-proof and water-proof. Such a roof is simple but effective.

The materials are enough, and a house can be built in just one day when more than a dozen black people are working together.

Yang Shubao's side has enough cement, because the road construction team that the stationmaster Meilin supported him has not left yet, and the road project has been continuing. The road is paved with cement, so the amount of cement sent to the protection area is extremely large.

But he certainly cannot let the little black people use this cement. This is a gift donated by Webmaster Meilin to the reserve in his private name. The cement used by the little black people to build houses must be held responsible for the police station.

One code is unified, and the public and private must be clearly distinguished.

Lao Yang is the most principled in doing things.

The truck of eucalyptus trunks pulled back was only enough to build four or five houses, and he had to continue cutting trees and pulling wood.

The little black people wanted to build a house, so he took the elves to cut down trees.

The pickup truck slowly shuttled through the woods, and after reaching their destination, they began to cut down trees.

Trees were cut down, and just as they were loading the car, two strong black men walked out with gloomy faces.

Uncle Yang saw that they were unfamiliar with each other and asked, "You are here to cause trouble for me, right?"

"You can't move these trees, and then leave 10,000 yuan to get out." A strong man said proudly.

Yang Shubao understood that he had met the so-called forest ranger again. He was the only foreigner here, so there was definitely no way to talk about it. These two people must bully him.

He was too lazy to say more, but he asked first: "Wait, are you from the Dinosaur Gang?"

Although the Dinosaur Gang is a white gang, they are now expanding their power, so they still have to ask questions. After all, he and Shark-tooth Dragon are now partners, so don’t rush to the Dragon King Temple.

A black man said coldly: "What dinosaur gang? I don't know what that is. In short, you have two choices now. One is to wait for the police to arrest you, and the other is to take out 10,000 yuan for me to put it down, and then get out!"
Chapter completed!