Treasure Hunt Tycoon

Buick wondered, and wanted to ask again, Li Du changed the topic and began to ask about the distribution of diamond mines around.

As the border between South Africa and Botswana, there are indeed a lot of diamond mines around, and most of them have been nationalized by the governments of the two countries.

Working in a diamond mine has a very low income and is particularly tired.

The other is that the tribes in South Africa are so crowded. Gibra, led by Buick, is a small tribe, and because they have been dealing with poisonous snakes, other tribes think that they are as cunning as poisonous snakes and are not willing to associate with them.

In fact, from Li Du's point of view, the Buick and Jibula tribe people are very hearty and enthusiastic.

They knew that it was Li Du who saved the diamond, so they were very good for him. The lunch was rich roasted snake meat, snake meat, and the dinner was still the meat of the snake.

Even during dinner, Buick said that in order to welcome Li Du, the distinguished guest, he would pick a good day and hold a celebration.

However, this dinner was not very pleasant, because in the second half, Scottie, the policeman with Mosesgan's hairstyle, returned.

He came back with a lot of momentum. He drove a police pickup truck, prepared a lot of things in the compartment, and sent them from house to house after returning.

Li Du put down his rice bowl and Buick waved, "Keep eating, don't care about this bastard."

"Yes, Mr. Li, eat it."

"Eat meat and drink!" The tribe people called a passion.

After dinner, the tribe also had other enthusiastic arrangements. Several dark-skinned, big-breasted and big-ass black girls were sent over to accompany the VIPs overnight.

Li Du was startled when he saw these brunettes. He had an average tooth and could not eat black pearls, so he waved hands again and again, saying that he brought his wife and could not have relations with other women.

Buick nodded in understanding and said, "Okay, then the other brothers are coming alone!"

Wolf brother and others were anxious. He said sincerely, "My wife died because of me. I once swear that I will be virtuous for this life!"

Buick thumbs up: "Good guy, other brothers?"

Da'ao gritted his teeth: "My sheep!"

Buick said regretfully: "That's a pity, it doesn't matter, our tribal doctor has a first-hand cure for the dying, and I will treat you tomorrow!"

Godzilla said little, but in fact his head was bright. He said: "We Mexicans are religious and we can't have a relationship with pagans."

At this point Buick said nothing. He looked at the eunuch, who liked to play smart, and said, "I like men and I don't like women."

Buick gritted his teeth, and there were some sturdy black men behind him ...

When he got up in the morning, Li Du saw the **** yawning, and asked with a smile: "Hi, man, how was the Chinese New Year night last night? How about the handsome guys who are waiting for you?"

The eunuch's yawn was pinched in his throat, like a toad that pinches his neck.

The others laughed loudly, but the little plantain was dissatisfied, muttering: "Wo, how beautiful is health?"

He was very interested in the black beauty of the Jibula tribe, but unfortunately Buick skipped him without asking his opinion, which made him sad.

Li Du teased, "Because you are still a child."

This answer hurt the plantain bug. He looked at Li Du and said, "Wo's artifact, angry! Wo didn't tell Mud, Mud did it!"

Sophie stepped out from behind, hearing exactly what he said, and asked, "What did Lee do?"

The plantain bug left unhappy and said, "Mud has done! Mud has done! Wo not tell you, now I will not tell you!"

Li Du didn't understand what he was saying and wanted to ask him what he meant. If he hurt a banana bug, he was willing to apologize.

It turned out that Buick came out at this time, and saw them laughing, saying, "Hey, Mr. Li, you got up early enough."

Li Dudao: "I'm used to getting up early, and we still have things. Actually, I want to say goodbye to you. Today I think we have to leave here."

Upon hearing this, Buick was anxious and said, "Why are you so anxious to leave? Is it because we are not enthusiastic? Oh, God forgive me, I will improve!"

Li Du quickly waved his hand: "No, no, no, you are very enthusiastic, but we still have some things to do."

Buick said: "It must be that we have not shown enough enthusiasm. Perhaps you and other people in the tribe feel that we are cold-blooded like snakes ..."

That's all. What can Li Du say? How can he keep insisting on leaving?

But he must make it clear: "Chief Buick, you are very enthusiastic, I am very moved, but we do have something to do, so we will stay another day and we must leave tomorrow."

Buick laughed: "Wait until the celebration is over? It will be held tomorrow. It can end up to two days. It was originally held today, but today we have to renovate the house."

He pointed to one direction of the tribe and continued: "The heavy rain fell very quickly. Some houses were washed down by the rain and had to be rebuilt."

Li Dudao: "Rebuilding the house? Will it take a few days?"

Buick shook his head and said, "No, it can be done today. You can come and see. This is not the same as building a house for you Americans."

Li Du smiled: "I am Chinese ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ They are Americans."

"That's not the same as your Chinese building a house."

It's really different. The house of the Jibula tribe is not a modern concrete house or a brick building. It is not a common wooden house in the United States or a mud-wall house common in China more than half a century ago. It is a complex.

Their house is first pieced together with wooden boards to make a frame of the house, such as the wall, which is nailed, and then two large pieces of assembled wooden boards are opposed to each other and inserted into the ground.

In this way, the walls are empty and cannot be shielded from the wind and rain, but the people of the Jibula tribe have a way to fill them with sand and stones and paste them with clay to form a wall.

The houses of their tribe are very simple, that is, four walls plus load-bearing walls, and then a roof.

No wonder Buick said that they built the house quickly, so the project is really short.

A penny for a price, a house built in this way is not very durable. It can live for at least five or six years, and then it has to be rebuilt.

This time, it was the heavy rain that washed away the clay on the wall and washed the sand between the wooden boards, causing the wall to collapse and fail to bear the weight of the roof.

Under Buick's command, the tribe was busy building new houses.

Building a new house is a big deal for the tribe. Because it requires a lot of silt and wooden boards, one or two people can't do it. Everyone comes to help.

The host does n’t need to pay for work, just prepare a big meal.

Strong black men go to stir the sand, and experienced seniors cut wooden boards. Women and children either help prepare lunch or pick up stones.

These tribal children are scary and can play anything. Some people raise buckets to pour water and mud, and some children jump into the mud to take a bath or fight with mud.

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