The corner rack is a big ring with three corners. There is a big iron pot on the ring.

The pot was steaming with heat, apparently cooking.

The firewood pile was burning vigorously under the pot. Hera took two pieces of firewood from the pile and added them to the fire.

Looking around, a 20 cm wide, two meter long horizontal board embedded in the wall. On the shelf were the Yellow pottery bowls made in the earthen kiln.

In addition, there are a lot of animal skins, unknown fishbone spines, and some strings that look like decorations on the wall.

Connected with the hall, there is a room with a wooden bed. Beside the bed, there is a simple table on which some clay bottles are placed.

The wooden bed is padded with two layers of animal skin stitched sheets, which are covered with bamboo mats.

After visiting the house with Fang Xinxin, Hera warmly said to Bai Qinghao, "you will live here in the future."

What do you mean after Bai Qinghao doesn't plan to live here long.

What else did he want to say? Hera went to the living room, took two pottery bowls from the shelf on the wall, scooped two bowls of hot boiled fish, and handed them to Bai Qinghao, "you eat."

Bai Qinghao always felt that there was something wrong, did not answer, "this is your home?"

"Yes." Hera with a dense face of melon seeds, straightened his magnificent upper body, and gave him a smile, "do you like it?"

Bai Qinghao didn't know whether she was asking about the house or the people. He replied coldly, "I don't like it."

Hera didn't care to be rejected either. Her honey skin was shining healthily and her white teeth were shining. "I'm the most beautiful one here."

Fang Xinxin understood that she was the village flower here. "Excuse me, are you from Africa? Or Indians? "

Hera shook his head. "This is the Marissa tribe. The volunteers say we don't belong to any country."

Through a conversation, Bai Qinghao and Fang Xinxin finally know that Marissa tribe is an unknown tribe on the Pacific island, a place isolated from the world and forgotten.

There used to be more than 500 people in this tribe. Decades ago, because the bones of animals and domestic garbage on the island were not properly disposed of, a plague was triggered. More than 400 people died, leaving only dozens.

Slowly, there are more than 100 people in the tribe.

There is no industry on the island. 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 patrol found their tribe by accident. After verifying that the tribe did not belong to any country, several countries jointly sent a group of volunteers to help the poor.

The volunteers brought modern clothes and some food.

Even their English is a volunteer. After a while, they learned their native language and taught them English. However, most people can't and won't learn.

Or learn a few words, long time not, forget.

Only Hera and imah, the tribal chief, had excellent talent and learned better.

In the past three years, the volunteers came twice. The second time, they also brought some rice, soybeans, corn, wheat and other seeds.

Unfortunately, most of the seeds are not planted, or they don't like to eat them.

Only soybeans, corn and wheat survived.

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