Chapter 384

After listening to Yunjian's analysis, everyone only felt that they had gained a lot of knowledge.

There are many maps of nearby scenic spots in the car rental shop, but no one will understand them except Yunjian. At the same time, no one expected to get a map.

In fact, the map is universal. Although Liu Shiyun can't understand the words on it, the coordinates on it can still be distinguished.

What's more, most maps have English on them.

As for Yunjian, as soon as she arrived at the car rental shop, she took a map and learned about the terrain. She also knew how to look at the terrain analysis and finally get the results.

In fact, many things, no one tells himself the answer, but he can find the answer from the only environment.

For example, the thief, unless he wants to die himself, he will go down in the direction of human trace.

There is no doubt that the direction with people is the south.

Because it can be seen from the map that in addition to the south, if you go down in other directions, you will finally reach the endless desert.

"Now that we know the direction, the side is bleak. You can speed up the driving speed!" Chu Nan also stood up and said happily.

"No." Yun Jian immediately refuted Chu Nan's words.

She pursed her red lips, and then continued, "drive slowly. Don't worry. We don't have to scare the snake. Now we are just a group of tourists coming to Tiandi Grand Canyon for vacation in the eyes of the thief."

With that, Yunjian narrowed his eyes.

But everyone heard what she meant.

She meant that everyone pretended to be just a group of students visiting Tiandi grand canyon before confirming who the thief was.

Fang Xiaoran is driving a jeep. The car is really slow.

After driving for about an hour, Yunjian looked at the scenery outside the window and suddenly changed.

There is no longer almost barren land or large circling rocks, but there is a countercurrent river. Opposite the river is a big village.

When everyone was happy, Fang Xiaoran didn't turn his head, but asked Yunjian: "Yunjian, do you enter the village?"

"Come in, let's find a family to rest and stay for a night." Yun Jian nodded.

So the party entered the village.

Men in country a are used to wearing a headscarf around their heads, while women use a hat like headscarf to cover their whole head except for their facial features.

This is the custom of country a.

Yunjian gets off and sleeps with the village head.

The village head and villagers extended a warm welcome to the distant visitors from afar.

Finally, the village head divided the seven Yunjian people into four batches and arranged to live in four families in the village.

Yunjian was arranged to live in a seemingly poor family by herself.

The family is very hospitable. The hostess is in her 40s and her name is adia.

Adia has a daughter, two years younger than Yunjian, named meboba.

Adia's husband has died, so adia lives a hard life with her child meboba alone.

But for Yunjian, the foreign guest, adia expressed the strongest welcome.

In less than half a day, adia's daughter meboba was already familiar with Yunjian.

In addition, Yunjian has no language gap with the people of country a, and meiboba seems to like her sister very much.

"Big sister, can you accompany me to fish by the river?" meiboba shook Yunjian's hand. She looked at Yunjian with expectant eyes.

Yunjian also liked her little sister, who was two years younger than herself. She nodded and followed meiboba to the small river in the village.

There are many children as old as meboba standing by the river. All the children are fishing in the most primitive way - take a long bamboo pole that has been ground to a very sharp edge, stand on the river with very shallow and clear water, look at the fish swimming back and forth, and directly plunge it with a bamboo pole.

As soon as meiboba took Yunjian's hand to the river, she was surrounded by a group of careless boys.

"Meiboba, skinny, no father. Also brought foreigners to fish, hehe hehe!" the boys surrounded meiboba and mocked meiboba with their poems.