How much do the San people love bonfires?

Love is deeper than gold.

All they exchanged were fresh meat. Although the temperature in the resort town was not high, it was summer after all, with very high air humidity and it was difficult to preserve fresh meat. Kurutantan planned to go back and distribute it to the tribe as food.

The Sanren Farm has a large population, so the meat is enough for them to have a meal.

But when he returned to the reserve with the meat and saw the burning bonfire on the grassland, everyone could not walk anymore. He took out the farmer's sausage and found a skewer branch, and sat down and wanted to grill it.

They didn't regard themselves as outsiders. A young man asked, "Is there any banana wine? Banana wine?"

Yang Shubao didn't drink banana wine. That thing was really bad. He had white wine here, so he took it out and handed it to them and asked, "Try this?"

These people of Sang have never drunk Chinese liquor. Generally speaking, the palatability of liquor is very poor in this case. Even if famous liquors such as Moutai Wuliangye Fenjiu are handed over to foreigners who have never been exposed to liquor, they are not used to drinking it.

The Sangren is so awesome. What Yang Shubao took out was Erguotou. Zhang Jinjie brought it to prepare to soak snakes and American ginseng for wine. The degree is very high, and it is 60 degrees outside.

Mason took a sip and never touched it again. As a result, after the Sangren smelled it, he began to nod: "Good wine!"

Kurutantan still wanted to leave, he was the only one with self-control: "Don't sit down, we have to go back quickly, there is dinner in the car."

Several mulberry men shook their heads: "Drink, eat meat, and dance!"

Uncle Yang handed over the liquor and said, "Or can you go back and drink it?"

Kurutantan opened the bottle cap and took a sip, and then he sat down: "This wine is so strong!"

Uncle Yang was stunned.

The flames made a whirring sound under the sea breeze, tilting around and burning fiercely.

Several mulberry people didn't bother them. They sat in front of the campfire and handed over the grilled sausages and roasted them. Each one had a paper cup, which was full of white wine.

Moreover, the people who drink white wine are so bright. No one says 'over too much', 'up to the quantity', 'can't drink', and all they say: "Pour more, it's not full yet, fill it up!"

With a large glass of white wine, several people didn’t have to persuade them to drink, or even had to serve wine and drinks. They raised their glasses and went down half a cup.

Uncle Yang's eyes were straight: I have to say that the problem of Sangren's alcoholism is really serious.

The farmer's sausage was very thick and not so easy to roast. Nicole saw that they were drinking hard without the food and was a little worried that their stomachs could not bear it, so she went back to the house and turned out some jerky beef and fryed a large plate of eggs for them.

Kurutantan nodded and thanked him, each person, a small plate of scrambled eggs and two beef jerky pieces, and then they drank even more vigorously.

After drinking and dancing, a mulberry man stood up and took off his T-shirt, held his sausages and started singing and dancing happily around the campfire.

The San people have this benefit. They don’t make trouble when they drink too much, don’t be crazy, and just keep singing and dancing around the bonfire.

The wine they usually drink is made by themselves, and the alcohol content is relatively low. Now it is different if it is replaced by strong white wine. It won’t take long to wander around the bonfire and someone fell to the head.

Uncle Yang was startled and hurriedly dragged the person out. The person almost fell into the bonfire!

It took only half an hour from the beginning of eating and drinking to the end, and everyone was in a mess.

Nicole raised her eyebrows and relaxed: "Wow, Chinese liquor, this is the most lethal weapon!"

Yang Shubao said: "Compared with Dongfeng Express, this thing is just a drink, not a weapon. But these guys have a great alcohol tolerance. Look, a bottle of white wine is empty!"

This is a 6.5-liter Erguotou plastic barrel liquor. A group of six people cooked all the barrels of wine!

Uncle Yang had to send the meat back, but he originally planned to drive the pickup truck to send it back, so he didn't care much about whether these people were drunk or sober.

The carriage was already full of meat. He helped Kurutantan to the passenger seat and stuffed three people in the rear row. After thinking about it, he dragged the three people out again, dragged them all into the carriage, and instead put the beef in the back seat.

Seeing this, Nicole asked, "What are you doing?"

Yang Shubao said: "They are so drunk. I'm afraid that they will vomit in the car if they are motion sick, and the beef will not vomit, so let them change positions."

The pickup truck started and drove along the highway to the northwest.

The northeastern region of South Africa is vast and sparsely populated. The population distribution of this country is quite interesting. With big cities as the center, a large number of indigenous people live in scattered areas.

The distance between the resort town and the Sanren Farm is quite long, but there are no towns between them, only some homeless people living in groups and Zulu people living in groups.

The public security in this kind of place is not very good, and there are police cars driving on the road at night.

When Yang Shubao passed an intersection, he saw someone waving to him. Instead of stopping, he accelerated and drove over.

He was worried that this was a homeless man or an illegal person. It was very dangerous in the wilderness of South Africa. He could not stop at night. Mercy often accompanied him here with death.

As a result, a few minutes later he drove out a police car came towards him and then double flashed at him.

This is what the police car wants him to stop.

Yang Shubao was a little hesitant. Police cars in such places are not very reliable, and some police cars may not even be equipped with police.

Subconsciously, his car speed began to slow down, and the police car took the opportunity to turn the front of the car and force him to stop.

Fortunately, the person who came down was indeed a policeman. A black police officer pressed the pistol on his waist with one hand and took out the police badge to show him: "The person in the car puts his hands where I can see! Get off the car and puts his hands where I can see!"

After seeing the police badge clearly, Yang Shubao got out of the car and said, "Hello, police officer, I am from the resort town, I am a law abductor."

The policeman said: "You squat down. If you are a law-abiding officer, why did the police just asked you to stop and inspect the car and refuse?"

Yang Shubao was stunned: "There is no policeman, uh, okay, I thought the man was waving to get a ride."

He remembered the person who had waved at him at the intersection before. He was fast at the time and didn't pay attention to the person's specific clothes. It turned out that he was also a policeman.

The policeman did not listen to him, but walked to the carriage to see what was being pulled.

As soon as he walked over, someone suddenly sat up and grabbed the carriage and vomited: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The policeman was startled and he was even more scared when he shone the flashlight in: several people were lying in the carriage with blood!

He immediately pulled out his pistol in a hurry and shouted: "Boss, boss, boss, murder! Murder!"

The police car started suddenly and then retreated, and then stopped for hundreds of meters before stopping and a policeman got out.
Chapter completed!