I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

In the morning, the tranquil Sahara desert ushered in a strange group of guests.

Three Hummers galloped across the vast expanse of sand and raised three straight dust trails.

"How long is it." Jiang Chen, sitting in the back row, holding his arms, bored openly.

Aisha sitting next to him is still expressionless, but from the deep eye bags, she is obviously lack of sleep.

"It’s in front! But before that, we have to visit the chiefs of the nearby tribes." Roberts shouted excitedly as he drove the car.

"How do I feel that you are excited when you get to the desert." Jiang Chen glanced at him.

"This feeling of freedom, you will not understand!"

This guy is crazy.

Jiang Chen spit in the heart and then looked out the window.

The other two squats immediately sat on the ten veterans who were hired as instructors. Compared to the noisy here, there was much quieter there.

Soon, the car opened a small dune with hard soil.

As suddenly, Jiang Chen saw the low-rise small earthen house.

Primitive, obscured, poor.

These three words are probably the first feeling of Jiang Chen.

The yellow-grey hut and the courtyard of the sandstone piled up, the open-closed wooden fence made of dead branches is used as the gate of the courtyard wall, and the window is supported by dyed fabrics, which is like the Arab town of the 12th century. Every family has a camel. It is said that here, the social status of a person is measured by how many camels he has.

"I don't understand a bit. Maybe you can explain it to me. What is the significance of our visit here?" Jiang Chen said helplessly.

"Of course. Cough, from the perspective of modern people, it may be somewhat difficult to understand. After all, we paid the money, bought the land from the hands of the Niger government, and also took some of the money as compensation for occupying their pastures. From the point of view of the contract, 20 hectares not far from here already belong to us, but according to the customs of the local people, our identity is still 'guest'. According to their tradition, we are here to 'set home' and must get them. Recognition," Roberts explained.

"There is still such a troublesome statement?" Jiang Chen mouth pumped.

"In fact, it's just a form. They have more or less secularization recently," Roberts shrugged. Slowing down the speed, "Respecting the traditions of the locals is still good, at least to be safe with them, don't worry about them coming to trouble. They will even stand on our side when necessary."

"You said this. I don't understand. Who is the master of this land. Niger? Tuareg tribe?" Jiang Chen smiled.

"Well, you can understand that Niger is the king of the Middle Ages, and this Tuareg tribe is the lord of the place." Roberts turned his eyes and gave a less appropriate metaphor.

"If there is a conflict with them, which side of the Niger government will stand?" After hearing Roberts' explanation, Jiang Chen asked a question that was very dangerous.

I don't know when it started, he became extremely extreme in considering the problem.

After hearing Jiang Chen’s question, Roberts showed a smile on his face.

"The Niger government will be very happy that we have killed them, but this is impossible. The Tuareg people have traveled all over the desert. It is also rumored that their relationship with al-Qaeda and other extremist forces is somewhat unusual. In the Mali riots, Tuare The Georgian guerrillas have fought side by side with Al Qaeda."

After a pause, see Jiang Chen did not speak. Roberts was really afraid that he would do something dangerous, so he added.

"Hey, I recommend that we better not to conflict with them. The people here are awkward, although there is nothing to say about the poor, but every household is basically lying ak."

"Don't be nervous, I just ask." Jiang Chen smiled and said.

The car drove into the tribe, and these indigenous peoples cast curious eyes on these vehicles. For road reasons. Roberts shook the window and gestured to the two cars behind him, indicating that they were waiting outside the tribe.

It was not a big deal, and it was a matter of local customs. It won't take long to end.

"There is a food market over there, but I don't recommend the things you try to sell there."

"Occasionally, I didn't have that interest." Jiang Chen looked out the window. A child riding on a camel was looking at him curiously. His father was veiled and took the camel and left the tribe.

Aisha's eyes subtly squinted out of the window. After swearing "heresy", then no more buzz.

Stopped the car, led by a black-faced woman, Jiang Chen and Roberts walked to the building in the center of the tribe

The Tuareg, a nomadic ethnic group mainly distributed around the Sahara Desert of Africa, is a branch of the Berber tribe that spreads over vast areas of northern Africa. It is famous for its strange words, language and unique nomadic life. A nation in a matriarchal society, not a matriarchal society. Although I believe in Islam, there is no tradition that women need to mask. Conversely, in the Tuvalek society, men over the age of 25 need to wear a veil.

What makes the outside world stand out is its unconstrained marriage values. Women can have multiple partners outside of marriage, and all the belongings are divorced.

In addition to these weird customs, they are born warriors. There is a famous motto in the locality. "For the Tuareg people, there is no secret in the desert." In this desert, they know how to fight than anyone else. In the civil war in Mali, the Tuareg guerrillas almost defeated the government forces.

It is also because of its powerful combat power, many Mediterranean dictators and big warlords are favoring the fighting power of the Areegs. One of the most famous is Gaddafi, who has always liked to recruit Tuareg mercenaries. After the outbreak of the civil war in Libya, Gaddafi even offered a tempting reward of $1,000 a day to Tuareg to help him suppress the rebels.

Of course, no one knows whether this money has been honored.

To be honest, at the beginning, Roberts suggested Jiang Chen, since the location of the mercenary base in Niger, it may be a good choice to recruit Tuareg directly. However, after some thoughts, Jiang Chen refused his proposal.

The main reason for this is the mistrust of many aspects of its culture and beliefs, and the decision to avoid future chaos. At least those refugees who have fled their hometown will not suddenly clamor for going home. No matter what you think, it is all those refugees who have fled their homes.

In this fairly spacious earthen house, Jiang Chen saw the legendary chieftain.

"The visitors from afar, may your wealth be as endless as the fine sands of the Sahara." The dark-skinned female chief beheaded slightly and folded her hands.

Perhaps because of the frequent dealings with the French, she speaks French as fluent. But no matter how fluent, Jiang Chen, who only learned English, couldn't understand it, so he stood there simply and said nothing about Roberts.

"Thank you for your generosity to the land, may your tribe prosper, and your camels will be in groups." Roberts also used a standard French ritual. This guy will have several languages, so Jiang Chen has not figured out so far.

It was said that the slightly old female chieftain grinned and wrinkles were crowded together.

The next ceremony was very simple. The man wrapped in a thick scary headscarf was placed in front of the two with two bowls of camel milk. According to the custom of the local people, the thicker the headscarf and veil wrapped around the man's face, the more respect they can show to the guests.

It is said that when a male guest visits here, he also needs to bring a headscarf, at least the mouth must be blocked. But now it seems that in the process of secularization, they have made some concessions to foreign culture.

The woman chief did not know whether she was mourning the spell or the prayer. In the end, she was stunned for a long time, then smiled and made a gesture for the two.

Looking at the bowl of turbid camel milk in front of him, Jiang Chen could not help but wonder if this stuff had just been squeezed out. Looked at Roberts again, the eyebrows of the goods were also pumped.

"Is this stuff really drinkable?" Jiang Chen whispered in English.

"You can drink if you can drink, but believe me. If you drink for the first time, you won't want to drink for the second time." Although the expression was a bit bitter, Robb made a warrior feat, holding the bowl of camels. Milk, with his eyes closed, he slammed down.

Well, I can see that he should drink this stuff for the second time.

Jiang Chen looked secretly.

Looking at Roberts's look, the smile on the woman's face was even brighter. The more heroic the guests drink, the more they can show the respect of the guests.

However, when she saw Jiang Chen, her eyes were brighter and brighter.

Roberts’s bowl has not been put down yet, and Jiang Chen has smiled and placed the empty bowl on the table.

For a moment, Roberts finally finished drinking and swayed the bowl on the table. But when he saw Jiang Chen, the eyeballs suddenly came out.

Out of the chief's house, the two were warmly welcomed.

Back in the car, Roberts licked a mouth.

"Hell, I feel that my stomach is covered with a layer of oil." Saying, Roberts looked at Jiang Chen strangely. "Speaking, you actually got the strange smell?"

"Strange smell? Okay." Jiang Chen laughed and laughed, leaning against his back on his back.

In addition to the greasy smell on his mouth, he didn't even drink a stomach, and all went to the storage space.

Speaking of it, his skills have become more and more sophisticated.

After a friendly interaction with the neighbors, the three Hummers went on the road again.

Finally, Jiang Chen saw the resident of the "Castle" future security company in the desert. (To be continued.)