Chapter 827:

The corner stand is a large circle with three corners, and a large iron pot is supported on the circle.
The pot was steaming hot, obviously cooking something to eat.
The firewood was burning vigorously under the pot, and Hera took two firewood from the firewood on the side and added them to the fire.
Looking around, a cross plank 20 cm wide and two meters long is embedded in the wall. On the horizontal shelf are the yellow pottery bowls fired in the earthen kiln.
In addition, there are many animal skins, unknown fish bone thorns, and some string pieces that look like ornaments on the wall.
Connected to the hall, there is a room with a wooden bed and a simple table beside the bed on which some clay-colored bottles and cans are placed.
The wooden bed is covered with two layers of animal skins stitched together with a bamboo mat.
After Bai Qinghao and Fang Xinxin visited the house, Hera said to Bai Qinghao enthusiastically, "From now on, you will live here."
What is the future... Bai Qinghao didn't plan to live here for a long time.
What else did he want to say, Hera walked to the living room, removed two pottery bowls from the horizontal shelf on the wall, scooped two bowls of hot boiled fish, and handed them to Bai Qinghao, "You eat."
Bai Qinghao always felt that something was wrong, and did not answer, "This is your home?"
"Yes." Hera held a dense face of melon seeds, straightened up a magnificent upper body, and smiled at him, "Do you like it?"
Bai Qinghao didn't know whether she was asking about the house or the people, so he answered indifferently, "I don't like it."
Hera didn't care about being rejected, her honey-colored skin glowed with a healthy glow, her grin revealed a mouthful of shiny white teeth, "I am the best looking one here."
Fang Xinxin understands that she is the village flower here, "Excuse me, are you African? Or Indian?"
Hera shook her head, "This is the Marisa tribe. Those volunteers said we don't belong to any country."
Through a conversation, Bai Qinghao and Fang Xinxin tried to guess and finally knew that the Malisa tribe was an unknown tribe on the Pacific island, a place isolated and forgotten.
There used to be more than 500 people in this tribe. A few decades ago, because the bones and domestic garbage of the animals on the island were not properly disposed of, it caused a plague. More than 400 people died and only a few dozen people remained.
Slowly after development, there are now about a hundred people in the tribe.
There is no industry on the island, and the residents live by hunting in the woods and fishing in the sea. There are craftsmen in the village who can burn simple earthenware and iron products.
Originally, they were dressed in animal skins. Three years ago, an army discovered their tribe by chance during an inspection. After it was verified that the tribe did not belong to any country, several countries jointly sent a group of volunteers to help the poor. .
The modern clothes and some food were brought by the volunteers.
Even if they knew English, volunteers stayed for a while, learned their native language, and then taught them to learn English. It's just that most people can't learn it, and they don't want to learn it.
Or I learned a few words and didn't use it for a long time, but I forgot them all.
Only Hera and the tribal chief Yimo have excellent talents and learn better.
In three years, the volunteers came twice, and for the second time they brought some rice, soybean, corn, wheat and other seeds.
It's a pity that most of the seeds are not planted, or they don't like to eat and don't plant them.
Only soybeans, corn, and wheat are the only seeds left to be planted.