Chapter 840: Tattooed Groundhand

Surina is such a master of organization. I don’t know how she manages to fit so many things into the box.

As soon as the zipper of the suitcase was opened, the things inside came alive and rushed out.

Wearing rubber gloves, the customs officer took out a cosmetic bag with cartoon patterns from a pile of sweaters, hoodies and dresses, and shook out several individually wrapped sanitary napkins.

Su Rina, who has always been a calm person, also felt a little embarrassed at this moment.

The customs officer remained calm and looked very professional.

"Wait..." One of the officials suddenly leaned over and pulled out a bag of vacuum-packed beef jerky from the bottom of the box.

The beagle immediately opened its mouth, wagged its tail almost flying, and kept moving its wet black nose toward the official's hand.

"Beef jerky..." The customs officer looked through the English label on the package, then looked at the dog with a fawning face. What else could he not understand?

But he couldn't say he went through all that trouble checking just because his 'colleague' was greedy, so he coughed twice and said, "Ahem~ Commercially packaged beef jerky is generally allowed into the country, but you need to declare it at customs."

After figuring out what happened, we all breathed a sigh of relief. It was a false alarm. We thought he had really brought some contraband.

When Gou Zi saw the customs officer put the beef jerky back into the box, he whimpered anxiously.

"Since it has been found, let's give it to it as a gift." Su Rina smiled at the official and handed him the beef jerky.

The official accepted her kindness, smiled at us friendly, and specifically told us which passage would be faster for us to take.

But when she looked at the things on the ground again, Su Rina's face fell, and she sighed, "Oh, how can I put it back now?"

Ling Xiuzhi was a little surprised. "Why are you still pretending the same way as before?"

"I spent an entire afternoon figuring out how to cram so many things in."

Qin Shi suddenly asked, "How many coats did you bring?"

"Five pieces, and a robe." Su Rina looked at her silly and cutely.

We were speechless, and Ling Xiuzhi rubbed his forehead. "I was wondering why your suitcase is so heavy. It's only ten days, and you need five coats?"

"Aren't we recording a show? We can't wear the same thing every day, right?" Su Rina answered confidently.

Qin Shi interrupted them and said, "Okay, let's do this. Take out all your coats and we'll each wear one and return them to you at the hotel. We won't open our suitcases yet so that yours can be closed."

It has to be said that Qin Shi's brain is still very good. Su Rina's eyes lit up, "You are still the most clever."

This is a good idea. It saves each of us from having to open boxes to look for clothes. Although my box is not as full as Surina's, it is still quite troublesome to open it.

Xiaoyan's coat was in her backpack, so we each distributed one, and Su Rina put on the robe herself.

Su Rina is much taller than me and is a lot bigger than me. I was given the shortest piece of clothing, but when I put it on, I still felt like a child wearing adult clothes.

By the time we packed our things and went through customs inspection and procedures, it was almost three hours since we landed.

When we arrived at the airport, a Maori girl with dreadlocks and a tattoo on her chin looked at us anxiously. She was holding a sign with the name of our school written in crooked Chinese characters on it.

When she saw us, her eyes lit up and she waved at us.

"She should be the local tour guide." Song Ci took the lead and went forward with a small flag in hand. He was quite used to his new identity and never forgot to hold up his small flag.

"Hi everyone, I'm Mara, and I'm here to show you the real New Zealand.

Did you guys run into any trouble in there just now? I didn't get through to you for so long, I thought I'd missed you."

As soon as Mara opened her mouth, we were all surprised. This girl spoke Chinese very fluently, but why did her accent have a hint of southern Fujian?

However, since we had just met, we didn't want to ask too many questions. After a polite greeting, Mara took us to the parking lot to get in the car.

The Coaster, sprayed with a giant fern pattern, was very eye-catching, and I noticed that the pattern was somewhat similar to the tattoo on my Mara's chin.

Excluding eyebrow tattoos, this was the first time I saw a girl with a tattoo on her face. We couldn't help but look at her a few more times, but we were too embarrassed to stare at her, so we all looked at her like thieves.

"You've been looking at my chin tattoo, haven't you?" Mara suddenly turned her head with a smile, and the shell ornaments on her dreadlocks jingled.

Su Rina was caught while stealing glances and almost choked on her own saliva.

Ling Xiuzhi, the social terror, quickly stepped in to help. "They all think your tattoo is very unique. Is this the same pattern as the one painted on the car?"

"Smart!" Mara traced the dark blue lines on her chin with her fingers. "This is our tribal crest. In the past, Maori girls would get a tattoo when they came of age, but some girls don't like it now, and the elders don't force it."

She pointed to the spiral pattern at the end of the tattoo. "My grandmother's tribe was near a volcano, so the bottom part has a swirl of lava."

"Does it hurt when you get the tattoo?" Su Rina asked with gritted teeth.

"It hurts ten times more than getting a tongue piercing!" Mara laughed, sizing it up with her fingers. "Use a shark tooth this big as a chisel, dip it in pine soot ink, and hammer it into the skin bit by bit~~"

She suddenly lowered her voice, "But you can't cry or scream in pain, otherwise the ancestors will think you are unworthy of this honor."

When we heard this, we all gritted our teeth along with Su Rina and couldn't help but gasp.

Seeing us like this, Mara laughed and said, "I kid you, using shark teeth was a thing of the past. Now everyone uses tattoo guns.

Of course, there are some remote tribes that still use traditional tools, such as seabird bones and shark teeth.”

Seeing that Mawei didn't mind others looking at her tattoo, we looked at her openly. Qin Shi asked curiously, "Do you have any particular preference for the location of your tattoos?"

"Yes, forehead tattoos are used to record family history, and cheek tattoos are reserved for warriors."

Mara pointed at her chin and said, "The chin and lips are a woman's medals, representing her status in the tribe and her bloodline.

Tattoos on shoulders are usually used for commemoration. For example, our country's first Maori female foreign minister had a tattoo on her shoulder to commemorate her aunt.

Suddenly, she pretended to be fierce and said, "If a man dares to touch a woman's tattoo, he will be beaten with a stick."