The next moment, the drone quickly turned the camera and aimed at the depths of the snowfield.

Lin Feng looked closely and found a deer-skin tent standing next to the frozen river valley.

There seemed to be three or five people standing beside the tent.

"Brothers, have you seen it? There is actually someone?" Lin Feng pointed to the location of the tent and said slowly: "They should be the nomadic people living here. Look at the reindeer beside the tent, there are hundreds of reindeer..."

Lin Feng didn't expect to meet someone here.

The huge snowfield is too vast. Although there are many ethnic groups, it is definitely a lucky draw to meet the primitive tribe.

good.

If you can meet people, you can find your way out!

"In the first few days of survival, I suffered from the torture of Siberia. Now I finally have the hardships and sorrows. Huh! Let's go and see!"

The frozen river valley is located in a relatively low-lying area, and is still a long way from here.

To get there, you need to jump off the snow pile and pass through a tundra belt.

Lin Feng took a quick look and found that it could be about 1 kilometer away.

"Hope they can take me out of here!"

As he said that, he jumped into the snow pile in three steps and headed towards the valley.

The snow here is very thick, and it is very difficult to walk.

Despite having skills, his speed still did not improve. Lin Feng walked for half an hour before he arrived along the valley.

And that deer-skin tent is in the open area on the other side.

When I looked from a distance, I didn't think anything, but now when I looked closer, the height of the tent was almost equal to the second floor, and the roof was covered with deer skin.

The style is rough, consistent with the desolate Siberianity.

"Go and take a look."

Crossing the valley and coming to the tent, an old woman with an eastern hole was sitting at the entrance of the tent with deer skin.

Judging from the clothes she was wearing, Lin Feng recognized at a glance that he should be a Tuva.

Her face was a little red due to the severe cold. A belt was tied above her head, with a few feathers and some heavy patina decorations on it.

The clothes on her body are similar to traditional Mongolian clothing. They are a very bloated robe. They shine their body completely inside, and they walk a little too hard and cute.

In the distance, Lin Feng said to the camera: "The Tuva people have lived here for generations. They look similar to the Mongols, and they also have the same ethnic group in China. Now they are all gathered in Qiaomu Village."

"They are real polar survival experts, know the environment here well, and are experts in survival. I want to ask them for advice and the secret to survival here."

After saying that, Lin Feng walked to the old woman and greeted her politely in English: "Hello?"

The old woman looked him up and down and said something, but she couldn't understand at all.

Lin Feng scratched his head embarrassedly, "What they said should be Tuva language. This language has no words and is completely passed down from generation to generation. Some Tuva people also speak Mongolian language and claim to be descendants of Genghis Khan. Every family has portraits of Khan."

At this time, the old woman said another sentence.

But unfortunately, Lin Feng still couldn't understand.

To be honest, this kind of communication is really uncomfortable because it is not on the same channel at all.

Helplessly, Lin Feng could only use his brain and began to use the oldest communication method: sign language.

"6666, gesture!"

"The old lady is a little cute, hehehe!"

“Isn’t it cold to live in a place like this?”

"There is one thing that is very powerful in humans, and it is called genes!"

"Master Feng, are you talking about this sign language: Are you going to eat it by pinching your head and tail?"

“2333333”

Without language, communication barriers were too big. Lin Feng gestured, sometimes doing jogging, sometimes doing hiking, sometimes doing hiking, sometimes pointing at his backpack, trying to tell the old woman that she was a backpacker.

The old woman said a little with a question mark on her face, then shook her head calmly and returned to the tent.

Seeing this, Lin Feng grinned at the camera, with a helpless expression.

"Haha, I still didn't understand!"

"6666, but to be honest, Mr. Feng acted quite like this, and I almost believed it!"

"Brother, which film academy graduated?"

"Haha, laughing..."

Lin Feng shook his head, "Brothers, there's really nothing I can do. She can't understand what I mean. I can't break in directly. It's a bit uncomfortable. What should I do?"

Just as he was about to speak again, three or five people came out of the tent, including men and women, and several children, with red faces and greasy robes.

Now Lin Feng finally understood that the old lady was bringing reinforcements, so she began to introduce herself in English.

He thought men would understand, but who knew that the situation had gotten worse. It was just an old lady with a question mark on her face, but now it has become a question mark on her face.

Everyone was staring at him, like a monster.

Lin Feng was a little anxious, so he continued to use his sign language and performed with all his strength. He also had sound effects in his mouth from time to time, looking extremely funny.

"6666, this ventriloquy is amazing!"

"There are people who are good at speaking skills in Beijing!"

“233333333”

"It can be seen that it is useless!"

"Haha, Mr. Feng is about to give up treatment!"

However, this time, Lin Feng's performance was hard, and it seemed that it had some effect. A middle-aged man stretched out his hands at Lin Feng, and he thought that he wanted to invite him into the tent.

When Lin Feng saw that there was a show, he didn't care whether they understood it or not. He closed his hands and thanked him, and couldn't wait to follow everyone in.

The space in the tent is quite large and warm. It is surrounded by temporary floors and is covered with thick deer skin.

There was a rotten sour smell in the air.

There is a stove in the middle, and there are many birch sections piled in the corner, and firewood should be used to make fire.

The man smiled and asked Lin Feng to sit down.

Lin Feng thanked him, held the drone in his arms, and explained softly with a smile: "In this desolate snow field, the Tuva people's tent is really a perfect residence. To be honest, you can get a different sense of security when you sit here."

"With the fire burning, the warmth in the tent contrasts with the severe cold outside."

Lin Feng looked around and continued: "The Tuva people have settlements and villages in the Siberian region and around Mongolia. The Tuva people I met should be nomads, so they usually live in this kind of tent to facilitate migration."

While he was talking, the old woman walked in and opened the aluminum pot burning on the fire, which seemed to be stewing food inside. There was a strong smell of meat in the air.
Chapter completed!