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After a long day of waiting, the Chieftain still hadn't shown up. It seemed the Chieftain was quite aloof, and I needed to find an opportunity to engage him.
Following Simba around, I took advantage of the daylight to launch a drone. The screen was filled with dense bushes, and there were two muddy pits nearby, each about a hundred meters in diameter.
"Simba, are there any fish in there? Can we fish?" I asked, pointing at the muddy pits on the screen.
I had prepared extensively for this trip. With a heavy rod, thick line, and steel leader, I had an American-style landing net at my waist, along with a barbed hook and a pulley system, all set up to catch a crocodile. However, looking at those small mud puddles, it was clear they didn't seem like suitable habitats for crocodiles. What a shame for my gear; it looked like I'd have to settle for hunting wild boars instead.
"There are no fish in there, but there are plenty of Wang Ba. That's our water source. If anyone dares to cause trouble in there, the entire tribe will come rushing to protect it!" Simba replied.
Hearing this made me realize my chances of fishing were slim. I certainly didn't want to be chased by the Maasai over a fish.
"Do you drink that water?" I asked, lowering the drone for a better look. After studying it for a moment, I hit the return button. Luckily, I had brought along a case of bottled water; the quality of that water could rival that of the Ganges! I even saw some cattle in there making quite a mess, which made me feel a bit queasy.
I knew this area was short on water, but I hadn't expected it to be this bad—especially since the rainy season had just ended!
Even Dashi was experiencing water shortages; in the short time I'd been here, we had already run out of water twice. No wonder everyone at home kept a two-meter tall water barrel!
Drilling wells in East Africa isn't easy. A couple of years ago, the national team helped one tribe dig a well that took over five hundred meters to reach water. This wasn't an isolated incident; just two or three meters underground here is rock layer. Extracting water from stone often requires drilling three to five hundred meters—if you don't conduct proper surveys beforehand, you might end up drilling hundreds of meters without finding a single drop.
"A Heng," I said as I recalled our conversation about well drilling. "Is it feasible to dig a well here?" I turned to look at A Heng; he was familiar with the local conditions and would know best.
"As long as there's money involved, you can drill on the moon! Whether or not you can actually find water is another story," A Heng joked as he turned back to his vehicle and grabbed a pack of cigarettes to share with me. He pocketed the rest for himself; that pack had become his.
I shot him an eye roll. "Once I'm done with my cigarettes, I'm heading back home. You can smoke as much as you want! The faster you smoke, the sooner I'll be gone—my passport is already in hand; there's no stopping me now!"
It wasn't easy to find domestic Kao Yan here; everything was foreign tobacco that most people couldn't handle. I had brought two packs with me, but since each person could only bring two packs into the country, my supply was dwindling fast. If I could stretch it out for three to five days, I'd consider myself lucky.
I didn't mention anything about the Chieftain to Simba; I didn't want him to feel embarrassed. Looking at the sky, I decided it was time to set up the gas canister and fill my stomach first before discussing anything else later!
I wasn't sure why Shi Ye had chosen Africa over somewhere like Myanmar; conditions there were likely a hundred times better! Perhaps he thought he could take advantage of how little authority the Chieftains had here.
But could we find a higher-ranking Chieftain? A third-level Chieftain was almost equivalent to a village chief—how much power could they really wield? There were still first and second levels above them! However, it seemed that there weren't even third-level Chieftains left here; the Maasai were nearly all divided up among themselves—there was just this small group remaining.
I poured oil into the pot and started frying some chicken. The aroma would surely entice the Chieftain out! As long as he dared to show his face, everything else would be much easier!
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