The old man raised his hand and let the Inuit people around him put their weapons. "This is the village of Charlie. According to the clan records, this area outside is in Luzhou, the Arctic, a warm hometown blessed by the gods."
Chu Hang’s careful translation of old people’s words is very tiring, because there are slight differences between foreign languages and Chinese conversion wording, and the meaning may be very different.
But thinking of what the old man said before, maybe something was true. He turned to Lu Xiong and said to several people, "He said that this is a warm hometown blessed by the gods, and the boundary where the ice sheet is located was called-Luzhou in the north."
The word "Ji" is rare in Inuit, and transliteration is also acceptable for translation in Beiju Luzhou.
"Old man, we really came from Dongsheng Shenzhou. The tourists mistakenly entered this place. Is it because we want to ask how to go home?"
Chuhang continued to ask, they can’t say, "We are here to kill your gods." It’s better to appease each other first to get more information.
"It’s a pity, but you may not be able to go back. Since the rebellion in ancient times, the warm township has been closed forever. I don’t know how you came in, but it is impossible to go out."
The old man said to the villagers around him, "It’s time to work, eat and eat, and don’t all surround here."
Then turned to look at ChuHang several people "it’s better to be a guest than a few to sit in the old residence first"
Chu Hang feels a little weird. He can barely communicate with people in Inuit, but he still feels that the old man speaks like an ancient scholar. I didn’t expect such a "cultural person" in this closed area.
He translated the old man’s words to Lu Xiong, and then Lu Chenchao smiled at the old man, "Thank you for your hospitality."
The old man looked strangely at Liu Chen, although the language was unreasonable, but he generally understood that the other party should be grateful
Then the crowd dispersed at the entrance of the village, and the Inuit elders and Phyllis Phyllis, after hearing that the other party was not an ice devil, were also curious and hung on.
The old man took several people into the village in the morning of landing. "In the future, I have to introduce the old man. His name is E ‘naka, and he is now the village head here."
Then he pointed to the girl beside him, "Phyllis, my little granddaughter."
Chuhang also introduced his party again. "I’m Chuhang, and this is Lu Chen, a little taller, finger, and this is Yaji."
Since the Inuit value first names over surnames, he won’t go into details.
"Big brother, are you from the East Warm Township? Are there flowers there? "
Phyllis ran around several people and asked curiously.
Chu Hang replied, "We have vast territory, abundant mountains and rivers, and beautiful scenery. Now it is the season of flowers and birds. Do you spend very little here?"
The last sentence is Chu Hang’s real intention to get information, and he never misses it.
"There are no flowers before, but there will be flowers after."
Phyllis raised the flower in her heart and held the baby in her arms, carefully caring for the stamen.
Chuhang saw that it was poppy.
"Phyllis!"
Erna coffee scolded Phyllis for wittily sticking out her tongue and hanging her back to stop talking.
Several people followed the village head into the biggest igloo, which seems to be a reed woven thin door. There is no lock here, but no one will steal anything.
Lu Chen looked at the faces of the Inuit people and smiled. "This seems to be an ideal hometown. Is it a utopia in terms of the words I recently learned?"
Sakatoku Mai replied, "It looks good, but utopia is not strictly because it represents the decline of human desire."
After several people were seated, a young woman brought some food, and Phyllis consciously sat on the ice bench to prepare the meal.
Lu Chen was surprised to see that there were rice and pasta, but there was no meat, and all of them were vegetables.
Although the climate here is warm, it is surprising that these Inuit people have species.
Finger took the huge backpack behind him and poured out some cans for Chu Hang to help translate "This is our hometown food and we like to share it with friends".
"I can’t see you’re quite HuiLaiShi, brother. Do a good job in setting up a good set of information."
Liu Chen praised
However, finger said, "Brother, you misunderstood that I am unhappy, and I believe you are, too."
Sakatoku Mai is not picky about food, and he is very interested in seeing some vegetables that he has never seen in this land.
"Thank you for your enthusiasm"
The village chief wanted to refuse, but these outsiders’ food looked very good. These tins were beautifully made and printed with beautiful patterns. It’s hard to imagine waiting for the master to draw the same picture on each tin.
This food packaging alone makes people feel a "extravagant" atmosphere. This Dongsheng Shenzhou must also have the highest nobility to eat art collection food, right?
If finger knew what the old man thought, he would laugh, and then suddenly it was an ancient tribe.
"Phyllis should be polite."
The village chief shouted at Phyllis because she was curious and picked up a can. She felt that this pattern was beautiful, especially the silver world tree pattern.
"No, since I took it out, I definitely want you to share it."
Chuhang’s expression is round, and it feels strange.
Like with permission, Phyllis took another careful look at Grandpa. Baby put a can in front of her, and she didn’t want to eat it. She wanted to keep it as a collection.
And for a moment, when finger opened a canned cow’s head, the attractive taste wafted out of the soup and filled the air, which suddenly made Phyllis, who had never eaten meat, look straight, and even the village head raised eyebrows.