Treasure Hunt Tycoon

Chapter 968: Primitive Visit

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Li Du and his party’s camp was next to the Hadza tribe – actually, it was two or three

kilometers away, but the grassland was flat. At night, the fire burned brightly,

so they could see each other.

Early in the morning, the sky was just turning lighter. The night was not quite gone. The

stars were still shining in the sky, emitting a pale glow.

However, in the east, the morning sun was about to rise. The eastern horizon was

growing brighter with every moment, and the sun would show before long.

Li Du was used to getting up early to exercise. When he went out of the tent, Brother

Wolf in the tent next to him was awake too. He stretched and made several punches to

relax his muscles and tendons.

Ali saw it, jumped over and followed his rhythm with its fists. It looked very serious

learning the punches.

Li Du was ready to go for his morning jog. In the winter of the South African prairie, the

morning was still a little cold. As Li Du jogged, the cool breeze blew in his face, bringing

the smell of dry grass with it, and the air was very fresh.

Some wild birds flew up in the air. Ready to look for bugs and worms, they were starting

their busy day.

Li Du turned toward the Hadza camp and, together with Brother Wolf, ran for a while

until he met Cheeks.

Cheeks was having a morning jog too, together with some of the kids from his tribe. He

waved when he saw Li Du and said, “It’s a nice coincidence that we met so early. Are

you interested in visiting our tribe?”

Li Du smiled and said, “Won’t I disturb you?”

“You are very welcome. Our people have never met a Chinese, and they don’t even

know that there is a civilized world outside of this continent,” said Cheeks.

Li Du asked Brother Wolf to go back and tell the others that he followed Cheeks to the

Hadza camp.

The day before, he had seen the strength of the Hadza. This tribe was considered large

among the Hadza, with about seventy tribesmen.

It was not easy to live on just the resources of the wild. Although the Hadza tribe moved

around in a nomadic lifestyle, they had limited freedom.

Without the government to subsidize them, they could only rely on their own resources

to make a living.

For Li Du and the others, hunting meant aiming at the prey and pulling the trigger, but

for Hadza people, who still lived in a largely primitive society, hunting was a big

difficulty.

To survive, the Hadza had to get up early and prepare to hunt for a day’s meal.

Li Du followed Cheeks to their camp, where more than thirty women and old men were

sitting around the flickering fire, keeping warm as they worked.

They did not live in tents. Not far off, some of the tribesmen were still sleeping down by

the campfire, with the sky as their tent and the ground as their bed.

At the sight of Li Du, some children showed surprise. They stuck their fingers in their

mouths or jumped up and down, ran to his side and looked at him curiously.

A child pointed at Li Du, turned around and shouted something to a woman behind him.

The woman frowned and scolded him, and the child cowered and ran back into the

woman’s arms.

“What did he say?” asked Li Du.

“He said your skin is like a lion’s,” chuckled Cheeks.

Li Du thought the comparison was quite good, and wondered, “Is that a bad thing? Why

did his mother yell at him?”

“That’s his grandmother, not his mother. She asked the kid to be quiet because the

hunters in the tribe are still sleeping. No one should disturb the tribe hunters,” explained

Cheeks.

Li Du was surprised. The woman looked far too young to have such a big grandson.

When Cheeks returned, some people had suspended sticks over the fire, hung with

roasting meat and clumps of roots.

After a while, the smell of food filled the air, and the sleepy hunters woke up one after

another. They did not wash, but stretched themselves and sat by the campfire to eat.

A plump young woman took a stick and gave it to Li Du. She said in crude English,

“Hello, guest, please eat.”

Li Du thanked her and took the stick to gnaw on a piece of meat. He felt as this was a

barbeque party in his university campus. It was enjoyable.

The meat, however, did not taste that good. It had a fishy smell and was largely

unsalted and unseasoned, which was something Li Du was not used to.

Also, the roasted meat was dried, with no gravy or fat, and tasted very woody. Li Du had

difficulty chewing it.

The Hadza were very hospitable people, maybe because they were always on the

move, curious about the outside world and hoping to make more new friends. Li Du

instantly became very popular. Later in the morning, some people came over to propose

a toast.

Their drink, a fruit wine they made themselves, looked cloudy and sour.

Li Du did not make a fuss, however, since it was clear that the Hadza were used to

drinking this wine with no ill effects. He saluted his hosts, raised his cup and drank.

This fruit wine didn’t smell very good, but it had a pleasant taste, like juice mixed with

alcohol. It was very strong, with a fruity aroma, and it tasted good at the first sip.

Li Du drained a cup in one gulp. The hunters laughed and nodded to him.

Cheeks covered Li Du’s head with an animal’s skull. Its upper part resembled a human

head, but the lower part was wider and had two hideous fangs.

Li Du tried to understand what animal the skull belonged to, remembered the words of

Brother Wolf, and asked, “Is this the skull of a baboon?”

“Yes, we Hadza give this as a gift to our guests,” said Cheeks, nodding with a smile.

Wearing a baboon skull, Li Du held a cup of wine in his left hand and a barbeque stick

in his right. It tasted of wilderness.

While the hunters ate, the old, the weak, the women and the children made tools and

prepared equipment for them, cooked lunch over open fires, and so on, busy and

orderly, with a sense of rhythm in life.

Li Du chewed the roast meat and asked Cheeks what they intended to do next. “How

long are you going to stay in this grassland? Where are you going?”

“For us Hadza, there are no seasons, just dry and rainy. We move around and collect

food when it is the dry season. When the rainy season comes, we move into the

burrows of the breadfruit tree to get away from the humidity and mud,” said Cheeks.

“We’re going to spend some time on this prairie, and then we’ll go north to look for

breadfruit trees and prepare for the rainy season.”

“You have received higher education and understand modern society. Why not lead

your tribe to reform? For example, build houses to live in during the rainy season,”

suggested Li Du.

Cheeks laughed and shook his head. “No, I have no right to do that. The tribe has

passed down many traditions that may not be modern, but are the key to our survival.”

He paused and went on, “I studied medicine. I can help people prevent and cure

diseases, but I cannot deny their right to go on with their traditions.”