Treasure Hunt Tycoon

Hans, who had been holding his mobile phone, came out and called haha: "Indeed, we just misunderstood, you let go and we leave."

Li Du said: "Refund my tickets and guide fee!"

The tone was as strong as ever, and the backbone was as straightforward as ever.

The old man was furious: "You want to challenge our bottom line ?!"

Hans continued to do peacemaking, and he raised his hand and said, "So, if you refund your money, we will leave you those alloyed arrows under the stone, how about you?"

An Indian man said, "Land in our territory, it belongs to us!"

"This Nima is a rogue!" Hans yelled in a low voice.

The old man didn't want to be in conflict, he waved to stop the restlessness of his men, and said with a grimace, "Just do it like this, return the money to this boy and let them go!"

The Indian Indian took out some money from his pants pocket and handed it to Li Du, and Li Du didn't count the number. He took it forward and regarded the aggressive Indians opposite him as nothing.

Someone wanted to pick things up and block the road, Godzilla rushed up in a sprint, and smashed into the distance!

Others did not dare to pick things, and honestly gave way.

Li Du left, the old man waved his hand, and the Indians swarmed towards the gravel: "Find those sharp arrows!"

Soon, someone found a short arrow dropped in the sand, and happily took it back to the old man and said, "Allocia, look."

The old man held an arrow with a suspicious face: "What's so special about this arrow? How is it different from our arrow?"

"I can't see it, but this is an alloy. It may look similar to steel, but it is actually very sharp," said a big man.

The old man nodded and walked to the canyon. A group of big men surrounded him, looking forward to the arrow in his hand.

With a cough, the old man held his arrow and slammed into the canyon stone.

‘Oh! ‘A loud bang, Mars splashed, the short arrows bounced back, and the old man ’s palms became numb ...

The Indians looked at the red rock, and there was a white spot on the stone. There were no potholes, not even as sharp as the arrows of their tribe ...

"We were tricked!"

"Drive faster, the car drives faster, and those idiots will probably come to us after they are found playing," Hans said.

Godzilla kicked the accelerator all the way down, the truck accelerated again, and kept on the highway.

Li Du depressed, "Damn, wasting time and energy, nothing gains."

Hans grinned, "Who said that there was no gain? We had a great gain!"

Li Du asked strangely: "What a big gain? Why don't I know?"

Hans said with confidence: "Wait and see, it is definitely a big gain!"

They continued to drive north, left the Navajo territory, and then proceeded along HWY264, followed by the Hopi territory.

The road passes through three platforms, namely the first, second and third platforms, which form the core of the Hopi Reserve.

In other words, after Li Du and others passed through the Navajo land, they then entered the core area of ​​the Hopi.

After Hans explained, he couldn't help but laughed: "Do these Indians know how to fight? Without a strategic buffer? No wonder the tribe is often surrounded by Navajo people."

"It's because you don't understand the Indian conflict. They have to live on the front line, otherwise, once they retreat, the exited land will be occupied by the other party."

Li Du was startled, "Navajo is so overbearing?"

"All Indians are overbearing when it comes to land issues," Hans said. "In particular, the Navajos are cunning, and they like to play sheep-pens."

"What happened to the sheep pen?"

"Just drive the flock into a piece of land, and this land belongs to them."

Li Du nodded and understood that this was really the style of the Navajo people. Just now their arrows dropped, and the Navajo people thought they had become their property.

Turning off the road, driving on a fairly wide dirt road for about ten minutes, a large village with a hut of small houses appeared in front of them.

Hans patted the bridge and cheered, "Welcome to the oldest settlement in North America, which has always been inhabited, Old Olebibi!"

About one kilometer away from the village, they parked and walked.

Hans said, "No photos, no sketches, no recordings are allowed, OK?"

Everyone nodded: "OK!"

Li Du first came to this primitive Indian settlement. He approached the tribe and looked curiously, feeling novel about everything.

Outside the tribe, there are some small bunker-like buildings that surround the village. These buildings were previously used to defend foreign enemies. The buildings are very solid, leaving only observation ports and bows.

In addition to these forts, there is a small church-like building with a cross on the roof and a statue of **** in it.

Li Du asked in surprise: "Hey, these Indians or Christians?"

Hans said: "This is the Church of **** Christ of Latter-day Saints ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ is Mormonism. Around the 1850s, Mormons settled in Utah, and they started trying to convince the Indians Mormon. "

After hearing this, Li Du marveled: "Oh my god, these believers are crazy, they dare to do anything to preach."

"James-Hambling, the crazy guy is Jacob-Hambling. He first penetrated the Hopi territory in 1858 and reached a missionary agreement with the locals. In late 1875, **** Christ was The church is here, "Ollie said.

Hans looked at him and said, "You really know enough about this history."

Ollie chuckled: "I once wanted to join Mormons, so I learned some church history and knowledge. You know, Mormons allow polygamy."

"Why didn't you join in later? Did God see your flower?"

Ollie continued to sneer: "No, I found it difficult to feed a daughter-in-law, let alone more!"

The Hopi are not forbidden to enter, but they are not allowed to roam around. They set up a tourist reception in front of the reserve and a small museum for visitors to watch.

Li Du went in and took a look. The museum was full of historical photos and introductory cultural exhibitions. When Xiao Fei went in, it was called an excitement, all kinds of time energy that wanted to absorb the handicrafts.

But he couldn't do it. It felt a little stealing, not his style.

There are also postcards made by the Hopi people in the museum. Li Du was overjoyed when he saw it, and bought another set and mailed it to Sophie.

Dickens wondered, "What is your pick-up method? Postcard pick-up?"

Li Du shook his head: "It's not a pick-up, it's heart for heart!"

"Spit!" A group of people made vomiting.