It is too difficult to find a needle in a haystack. When you meet a local person, Yang Shubao must ask him about the relevant information.

He parked his car next to him and asked, "Do you speak English?"

The black natives shrugged and continued to look depressed.

Yang Shubao turned his head and asked Benson: "Do you think he understands English or doesn't?"

Benson said: "I guess he doesn't understand. He may be from which tribe. It may be the first time he has seen a yellow man..."

"Ai" The native black man suddenly spoke.

Uncle Yang asked, "What?"

The native black man said, "I am the Aiwapu tribe."

Benson said again: "I guess he knows English."

Yang Shubao said: "No need to guess this, you can be sure that he understands English."

Benson shrugged and said, "Then I guessed it right."

After saying that, he laughed.

Yang Shubao does not understand the humor and culture of South Africans, and they often regard funny people as humor.

He asked, "Are you chasing that gazelle just now?"

The native blacks did not speak and shrugged.

Yang Shubao simply got out of the car and waved to Kurutantan, saying, "What the hell is going on? This person is from the Aiwapu tribe. Do you know this tribe?"

Kurutantan shook his head, and he walked towards the indigenous black man and smiled to show his friendship. The black man seemed to understand his purpose and quickly raised his chest at him.

It was only then that Yang Shubao noticed that there was a tattoo on his chest, but the tattoo was blue and purple, and his skin was dark and he could not see the tattoo at all without looking carefully.

After seeing the tattoo, Kurutantan turned his head and said, "I don't know his tribe, but he is a Xhosa."

Yang Shubao knew that the Xhosa people were one of the main ethnic groups in South Africa, like the Zulu people. They have existed in South Africa for five or six centuries or even longer, and are one of the earliest owners of this land.

But according to his understanding, the Xhosa people do not rely on hunting to make a living. They mainly farm and a small number of people grazed.

In other words, this is a relatively few agricultural and herds tribe in South Africa, not a nomadic and safari tribe like the Mulberry people.

This person is not a Sanren or a Zulu, so Kurutantan cannot communicate with him. The cultures between them are different. The only similar thing is to believe in the primitive ancient gods. So Kurutantan raised his hand to the sky and point to the earth to convey his faith: May the gods and the gods of the earth protect you.

The black man smiled, and he also pointed to the sky and pointed to the earth and said, "Thank you."

Very skilled in English.

In this way, Yang Shubao felt relieved. He asked, "Hello, sir, what do you call me?"

The black man began to shrugge from him again and stopped talking.

Kurutantan said: "Maybe it was because we were shocked and the gazelle was disturbed by him."

Yang Shubao went to the carriage and moved out a box of bread and handed it to the black man and said, "If we scared away your prey and caused you to lose food, then we apologize to you, and we will make up for your losses, and give these foods to you."

The black man shook his head and said, "I don't want food. I came out for the patriarch's trial. Ivap has food."

It would be easier to talk. Yang Shubao asked: "Are you coming out for the tribe leader's trial? Have you completed the trial by hunting gazelle?"

The black man continued to shake his head: "No."

After saying this, he showed a mysterious smile on his face and stopped talking, making Uncle Yang helpless.

He looked at Kurutantan and asked, "Do you know their patriarch's trial?"

Kurutantan said: "I know the general situation of their clans. The Xhosa people are paternal clans, and each clan belongs to a tribal chief territory. The chief is appointed by the clan leader, and then some leaders of small clans and family groups will form a council to assist him and jointly manage all the affairs."

The black man said, "I am the chief after completing the trial of the patriarch."

Yang Shubao asked: "Then how did you complete this trial? Hunting a gazelle?"

The black man said, "No, I want to live on the grassland and live by myself, from the day when the wildebeests left to the wildebeests returned."

Uncle Yang asked patiently: "Then why are you angry because we were shocked to leave the gazelle?"

The black man said, "That beast is my food. If I hunt it, I will have food all week."

Uncle Yang patted the box and said, "There are food here, and it's better to eat bread."

The black man shook his head as usual: "When the patriarch was in the trial, I could not accept anyone's help. I could only live on myself. Eat, drink, sleep on myself."

Uncle Yang understood, and he said, "Okay, it seems that we have caused you a lot of damage when we scared the gazelle away. No wonder you are angry..."

"No, I'm not angry. It's hard for me to catch it even without you. I'm tired and it's going to run away." The black man interrupted him and continued with a mysterious smile.

Benson said: "Forget it, let's get straight to the topic. We are here to help the Timites find a home, not to meet friends. Hi, man, do you know the Timites? It's them."

He waved to the truck and No. 8 jumped out of the car.

Kurutantan added: "These people like to ride rhinos, they can raise rhinos."

The indigenous black man who had originally looked at the Timits with a puzzled expression suddenly appeared after hearing Kurutantan's words: "I understand, I understand, the dwarf riding a rhino."

Kurutantan smiled bitterly at Yang Shubao and said, "Fortunately, the Timites don't understand English, otherwise they would have fought with this guy because of this evaluation."

Uncle Yang didn't care whether they were fighting or not? He asked ecstatically: "Do you know them? Then do you know where they live?"

The native black man smiled and shook his head, he liked to shake his head: "No, I don't know."

Yang Shubao's excitement calmed down suddenly, and he asked disappointedly: "Don't you know them? Why don't you know again?"

The native black man laughed and said, "I have heard of them. Some people in our tribe have seen them, but I have never seen them."

Benson said impatiently: "It seems we have to go to their tribe to see it, and maybe we will find something."

When Yang Shubao asked where their tribe was, the native black man smiled and shook his head: "I can't go back. I haven't completed the trial of the patriarch yet. Only by completing the trial can I go back."

"Then can you tell us the location of your tribe?"

The native black man kept shaking his head and laughing: "No."

Yang Shubao was helpless: "Stop laughing, I feel uncomfortable when you laugh. Tell me, why can't you tell us the location of your tribe? Are you worried that we are bad people? Actually, it's not, we are policemen..."

He winked at Benson, Benson took out the police badge to show him, and pointed to the police light on the roof of the big bike.

The native blacks still laughed: "Ah, are you policemen? I have not committed a crime, you can't arrest me."

Yang Shubao said: "Of course we won't catch you, we just want to know where your tribe is!"

The native blacks were still laughing: "No, I can't tell you."
Chapter completed!