Chapter 676 Tattoo

The fat man looked at the people who followed Burigude. One of them was wearing very strange pants. Look at the pattern, which looked a bit like fish skin, so he asked Burigude in a low voice: "Is it the brother of the Hezhe tribe?"

Unexpectedly, the man laughed a lot and said in very fluent Chinese: "Morigen, Hezhe people, I heard that you have many fish, come and take a look."

"Brother Morigen, welcome, my favorite is the Ursula Boat Song." The fat man pulled Morigen's arm and sang it up.

The few people around frowned when they heard this, and the little kids in the river shouted: "Uncle Fatty, stop singing, and still say, "Is it better to let people live--"

The fat man grabbed the back of his head and didn't care: "We'll go to Nanwazi later. Make sure you don't want to leave if you arrive."

After saying that, he looked at the other person, his outfit was more distinctive, with a long bow on his back and a scimitar on his waist. The leather jacket on his body was sewn with roe deer leather, but the one that should be hunted was the roe deer that had shed hair in spring.

He was holding a roe deer's head in his hand. After a closer look, he looked at it, but there was another hat. It was obviously made of removing the flesh and blood inside, which was very delicate.

The fat man slapped his thigh: "This must be a brother of the Oroqen tribe." He heard Wang Sanpao say that there is such a hat in the traditional costume of Oroqen men, called "Mitaha". He even carried the skin, hair, horns of the roe deer. When he went into the forest to hunt, it was the best cover.

The man was probably in his thirties and smiled honestly: "Boshanhua, Oroqen tribe, I heard from the Burigod brothers that there are many wild animals in the forest here, so come and see it."

The fat man was shocked when he saw that he was strong and had agile behavior: "Good guy, I've been killed by the wild animals in the forest. I'm happy to come here, but I have to control it, otherwise it will be troublesome if I really kill a Siberian tiger."

Oroqen and Ewenki have similar customs recently, which are mainly hunting and have their own languages, but they have no writing. However, they are commonly used in Chinese now. The surname of Boshanhua is actually transformed from the tribal surname of Oroqen, which is also common in other ethnic groups.

However, since the reform and opening up, fewer and fewer wild animals on the mountain have been killed, and most of them are protected; the fish in the river are similar, and it is difficult to see big fish, so these two ethnic groups have settled in plains and turned to agricultural production. Their characteristics are gradually disappearing, which is why they are willing to come here.

The fat man looked at the people around him, each of whom was wearing different clothes, and couldn't help laughing: "It's the most lively today. Let's have a great national unity and go home to drink!"

The ethnic minorities in the Northeast all have one characteristic, that is, they are more friendly to drink wine, and if they want to drink, they have to drink strong wine, which is also considered a regional feature.

"Brother Fatty, don't worry, let's go to the forest first." Unexpectedly, Bo Shanhua actually stopped the fat man. Looking at his posture of holding a knife in his hand, he was very interested in showing off his skills.

"Don't go into the mountains first, let's go to Nanwazi to take a look." Mo Rigen grabbed one of the fat people's arms. The Hezhe people originally regarded boats as their home. I heard that Nanwazi had a wealth of fish and had long been itchy.

Bo Shanhua was excited when he saw this. He pulled the fat man's other arm up, and neither of them let go. Thanks to the fat man's good physique, they would have to be torn into pieces by them. The two of them had a lot of strength.

While we were pulling and pulling, we saw a few black men wandering out of the village, which were Benbian and the others. The weather was too hot, and these guys had to bubble in the river every day.

Bo Shanhua spread the fat man's arms and in the blink of an eye he had already slapped the long bow behind him in his hand. He put a long arrow on the fat bear in front of him.

The fat bear didn't know what was going on. Seeing the fat man here, he was so happy that he kept slapping his big slap. In Boshanhua's eyes, it was more like he was swaying his teeth and claws.

The fat man was so scared that he sweated coldly. He swung his arm and almost threw Mo Rigen into the river. Then the fat man stood in front of Bo Shanhua: "Brother, don't ejaculate, that's what we raise at home!"

"I heard of raising bears for the first time." Boshanhua lowered his bow and arrow, while Niglai looked scared and stared at the swaying Benben and they were dazed. You know, the Ewenki people were very afraid of bears.

Four black men came close and hugged everyone stupidly. Chaganbala was nothing. Morigen felt a little strange, and Nig came even more dodging. It made Benbian and they wonder: Are these guys a little timid today?

"Go to take a shower." The fat man patted their big butts, and several guys got off the bridge, jumped down the river, and soon they started to thump in the water with the little kids.

"It seems that there are so many wild animals in the mountains." Bo Shanhua exclaimed, his family is well-raised, what do you think of the mountains?

Mo Rigen was thrown by the fat man just now, and then he realized that this guy was stronger than him. Not only was he not annoyed, he was a little more admiring the fat man and said respectfully: "Brother Fatty, let's go to Nanwazi first."

"So, call the boss uncle as well, he is also the old fish's head." The fat man led everyone home and recognized the house first. Seeing Qiqi jumping out, Mo Rigen stepped forward and kissed the little guy's forehead, which made Qiqi giggle and kept praising Mo Rigen's fish-skin pants for looking good.

Kissing the forehead was the care of the elders of Hezhe tribe for the younger generation. Morigen also had an indescribable love for Qiqi, and laughed and said, "Uncle must give you a set of fish-skin coats, from hats to shoes."

Niglai looked at Qiqi in a daze and secretly pulled the fat man aside: "Fat Uncle, why is Qiqi--"

The fat man lay on his ear: "The little girl is a man blessed by the mountain god, so she can't talk nonsense."

When Niglai heard this, he immediately regarded Qiqi as a god, and respected him even more than the largest shaman in his clan. He was invited by Burigude to come here for a walk, but now he has made up his mind to bring his clan members to develop here.

When they heard that they were going to Nanwazi, Ye Zi and Qiqi immediately followed, but they were just one car and couldn't pull them down. Qiqi had a way and rode a horse with Ye Zi directly.

When they saw that there were horses, Burigude and Boshanhua were no longer on the bus. In their eyes, this kind of metal shell was far less comfortable than a good horse to ride.

Those who ride on the bus and those who ride on the horse, each enjoyed their own fun and came to Nanwazi. Compared with the fat man's first return, Nanwazi seemed more vibrant. Water birds of all sizes chirped and tourists pointed at each other, becoming the origin of this vitality.

"Brother Fat, this rice is growing well this year!" As soon as we met, Wang Erbiaozi talked about the changes in rice.

The fat man smiled with his lips pursed and said to himself: Rice, rice, water is the most important thing, the water quality has changed this year, of course it is different.

The owner of the car led them directly to the main river channel. He looked at the reeds and plants on the shore, then knelt down to the riverside, picked up a handful of river water and put them in front of him and took a look. Mo Rigen, a fisherman of the Hezhe tribe, had his eyes lit up: "Good water produces good fish, what a pity, I didn't bring my fishing tools!"

Seeing him looking happy when he saw the hunting, the fat man nodded: This is the feeling, the love between fish and water has penetrated into his bones.

The owner of the car twisted his beard and pointed to a small raft not far away: "Brother, what are you using? You can use it there, just pick the fishing net, fishing fork, fishing rods."

"The fishing fork is the best!" Mo Rigen pulled the owner of the car and ran to the raft.

The fat man grabbed the back of his head: "We can't be idle either, I'm the best at playing beard cages."

Qiqi and Ye Zi curled their lips together: "Fat Uncle, you can clean up the fish and shrimps."

The fat man was furious: "I'll tell you to see the fat uncle's real skills. He is no worse than the Hezhe fishermen at all!" After that, he threw his clothes and jumped into the river with a thud.

"Fat Uncle, we are joking with you, don't be overwhelmed-" Ye Zi was still talking sarcastically on the shore, but Qiqi pulled him to look at the water bird: "Don't pay attention to him, Fat Uncle was going to take a shower when he saw the heat!"

The owner of the car and Mo Rigen got on the raft, picked up the fishing fork and weighed it in his hands, and said in surprise: "This fishing fork must be used by our Hezhe tribe. Look at the pattern on it."

"This was given to me by a Hezhe brother back then. I have been using it for most of my life, but unfortunately I can't play anymore now." Boss Che said with emotion. There are many ways to catch fish, and the most difficult one is fishing forks. Both hands, eyes, body and strength and experience are indispensable. You can sense the size and depth of the underwater fish from the waves on the water surface. The forks must be accurate and the strength on the arms must be sufficient. Boss Che said nothing else, but his eyes and strength are a little unattainable.

Rotate the raft, swing to the center of the river, and then flow down the river. Mo Rigen stood firmly at the head of the raft, his eyes staring at the water. Suddenly, the fishing fork in his hand flashed, and then a big carp more than two feet long was already jumping on the raft.

"Satisfactory!" Mo Rigen roared. It's been several years since he hadn't been so excited. He could feel that the fish in the river were very dense, and there were probably many big fish.

"Another big guy comes!" Mo Rigen was ecstatic when he saw the splashes. Judging from the posture, it should be more than 100 kilograms, which is not easy to deal with.

Just as he held the steel fork in his hand and was waiting for an opportunity to launch a fatal blow, a big head suddenly appeared in the water, raving his big head and said, "You are the one who is yours, don't put a fork!"

"Fatty?" Mo Rigen exclaimed, then shook his head again, muttering: "I clearly thought it was a big fish just now?"

The fat man grinned and showed a small white teeth: "The big fish is here, I have already caught it."

As he spoke, he saw a flower in front of him, and then a huge fish head jumped out. The fat man closed his arms and wanted to hug the big fish again, but the fish body was slippery and it broke free. The fish tail, which was bigger than a palm fan, thrust heavily on the fat man's chest.

With a crisp sound, the fat man's chest was marked with a fish tail. The power of the big fish in the water was absolutely amazing. The fat man felt that his chest was as if he was hit by a sledgehammer. He couldn't breathe and almost fainted.

Now the fat man is really popular, and a fierce man is gone again. When Mo Rigen saw the fish head just now, he knew that the big fish must be fifty or sixty pounds, which is higher than a person when standing up. In the water, it is harder than to subdue it with bare hands. Needless to say, the speed of the big fish swimming in the water can't catch up with it even if it is a swimming athlete.

Worried that the fat man was in danger, the owner of the car drew a few hard rafts, but soon lost the fat man's trace. Just as he was stunned, a huge black shadow flew out of the water, landing heavily on the raft, almost knocking over the raft.

When I looked closely, I saw a big fish nearly two meters long lying across the raft, with its eyes still moving, and it was obviously dead.

The fat man emerged from the water again: "Brother Morigen, we have big fish."

Mo Rigen was stupid: Is this still a human?

Until the raft was docked, Mo Rigen was still a little confused. When Qiqi and Ye Zi saw the big fish, they immediately ran over to watch the fun. They were surrounded by the big fish and praised it for a long time. Qiqi's big eyes then swept the tail of the fat man's chest: "Wow, Uncle Fat, your tattoo is so cool-"
Chapter completed!