on't know that a set of bells themselves don't produce sound. A set of bells vibrates when struck by a hammer. The vibration travels through invisible air as a medium and finally reaches a person's ea...When the two children saw so many of us riding camels, they were frightened at once. The two children hurried away with their sheep.

The bean sprout boy rushed forward the fastest. He stopped the two children with one hand and said, "Don't be afraid, fellow villagers! We mean no harm!"

I said, little sprout, you go over there. When did these two kids become your countrymen You just keep saying unreliable things, look how scared the children are.

At this point, the guide, Lao Zhang, stretched out one hand across his chest, slightly bent over, and made a peculiar gesture.

Two young boys, seeing Lao Zhang like this, immediately returned the greeting. They were quite polite.

Lao Zhang gained the trust of the shepherd children, and these two kids led us to their tribe.

I didn't realize until I got there that this is how they all live.

The Huite people lived in houses similar to the earthen cave dwellings found in northern regions. These caves didn't have doors, and those with more luxury would hang a sheepskin rug at the entrance as a curtain. The caves were arranged in rows and clusters.

Here, men don't wear braids like the Kyi people. Instead, Khutut men all have the same hairstyle: a short buzz cut, even for children.

The woman was also dressed very simply.

"Even jokingly, Douzi said, 'Calling us the Hutuer Tribe is so awkward and clunky. It's better to call us the Flathead Tribe.'"

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He kicked the young sprout with his foot, silencing him. One place, one custom. When you enter a new land, follow its customs and etiquette. Don't upset others and make trouble for yourself.

Lao Zhang, having visited several times, became friends with several members of the tribe. These people then sought out those in the tribe who spoke Mandarin to serve as translators.

>During the time it takes to translate this, Lao Zhang told me that there are many more such cave dwellings deep in the desert. The Hute people have to move their homes four or five times a year.

I asked Lao Zhang Huite people why they moved frequently.

Lao Zhang thought for a moment and said, "Maybe this is just a custom passed down by the Hute people. I'm not very clear about the specific reasons. I haven't researched it before.

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When Qin Xing saw the translator who spoke Mandarin from the tribe, he was pleased.

The translator is a young man in his twenties with dark skin, looking like a mixed-race person. Besides being a little dark, he's pretty handsome. He has three-dimensional features and kind of resembles the African version of Ren Xianqi.

"Haha! Aji!"

"Finally found you!" Qin Xing went over and gave the person a hug.

He was the only young man in Huite tribe who had ever been to school. Ajie also recognized Qin Xingping, and after a moment of surprise, Ajie smiled and said, "How did you get here Did you come to get your phone back"

"Want a phone"

"No way," Qin Xingping said, holding Aji's hand and shaking it. "This time I came here for nothing else, Aji, let me introduce you to these people. They are my friends from the Youth Geographical Society. You know what that is This group of people wants to interview you about something."

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" Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated!

When we told him we wanted to interview him, Aji excitedly said, "Go ahead, ask me anything."

Still put on a professional facade, taking out a notebook and pen at this time, pretending to be very professional. First, ask Aji how many people are in their tribe now, what their medical and living conditions are like, and if they have encountered any difficulties that need help from caring individuals in society.

Aji answered the question straightforwardly.

You might feel the time is right, and you change the subject, asking Aji, "Young man, didn't you used to sell a stone carving to Mr. Qin I want to ask, where did that stone carving come from"t Su Qin, with his sword and short queue, was a senior member of the Changchun Society. Inside the Changchun Society, my grandfather, Chen with horse-eyes, was on par with this man. Although he wasn't...