1189 Making Inquiries (1/2)

In the remote villages of China, families often lived close to each other so that they could help one another if needed. However, the Bedouin houses were scattered out far and wide. Yet this was understandable. Chinese village houses, even the poorest, were at least made of mud. The houses here were made of open air thatch material. Get too close and one could smell someone else's fart, not to mention that if one needed to have privacy and do funny business…

Here, there was no electricity, no power generators, no Wi-Fi, no running water, no books, and no newspapers. Even if there had been, few people were literate. There were also no conveniences of modern society. What could one do after the sun sets? Of course, s*x.

The consequence of not having protection readily available? Many children. From the very young to somewhat bigger, they ran freely around, looking a tad dirty but innocent.

For the girls, they quietly gathered in groups of two or three to weave handicrafts. The younger ones would then play with colorful glass beads.

Every man here had three or four wives and a dozen or more children. The way the children were raised mirrored that of sheep rearing.

In the village, teenagers like Salem were few and far between. It may have coincidentally been that the nomadic tribes had ventured to the vicinity of the Siwa Oasis, and many of them went to town or the farther-away Port of Mersa Matruh to work and earn money.

Those left behind were young children and mostly middle-aged or elderly people over the age of 30. In some places, a 30-year-old was not considered to be middle-aged—here, the harsh environment and long laboring hours made one age rapidly. A person in their twenties was similar to one in their forties.

Salem led Zhang Zian to one of the shacks and whispered, ”I just asked my cousin about it. It seems that just before we came, there was another group of guests who arrived. They seemed rich but somewhat rough. He didn't know what they wanted, but they went straight to the chieftain.”

Zhang Zian nodded. The few off-road vehicles parked at the entrance to the village must've belonged to this group of guests.

While the purpose of their visit was unknown, the hope was that they would not cause any trouble and affect the operations of the expedition team. Yet Zhang Zian had a feeling of unease, fearing what might happen.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click visiting.

They approached another shack. Salem did not knock, as there was no door to knock on. The shack was made out of date palm branches and reed stems. Only three sides of the shack were built, and the roof was covered with palm leaves. A rag hung on the open side, functioning as a door.

By heading to the largest shack in the entire community, Salem indicated that this was the home of the village chief. Despite this being the chieftain's shack, it was only a little bigger than the ordinary people's shacks. Other additional features included pillars made of trunks or mud bricks to make the sheds stronger.

The door was more spacious with no curtain hanging. It was possible to make out who is inside, but because the shack was dark and the outdoors were very bright, it turned out to be quite difficult.

Salem shouted at the house in his tribal language. Zhang Zian couldn't understand clearly what he was yelling, but he seemed to hear the word ”Nabari.”

Zhang Zian guessed that Salem probably said that he would come in with the guests. It acted like a warning that if one was having intercourse during the day, one should stop and pull on his pants.

Just a joke.

After shouting, Salem raised the curtain and entered, indicating that Zhang Zian should follow.

Because Egypt was dry and hot, no matter how hot it got outside, it was always cooler indoors. The airy house was now a clear advantage.

Sitting in the house was a middle-aged man, likely about 40 or 50 years old but whose true age was unknown. He was smoking a hookah.