Chapter 969: Learning the Wrong Language
Xiao Peng originally planned to wait until the sandstorm passed to clean up the car and then hit the road, but after the sandstorm passed, he found that he could not leave: his car was surrounded!
His first reaction was: Something happened when he punched the bull!
Didn't that punch kill the cow? He's controlling his strength! Oh my god, if he really killed a cow with one punch and bought it, it would be a small matter, but it would cause a big sensation, right?
There's a strange saying: every time people praise someone's strength, they always use a cow as a comparison, like: Tyson killed a cow with one punch, Bruce Lee killed a cow with one kick...
This statement is widely circulated on the Internet, and many people still believe it!
How free were Tyson and Bruce Lee? They'd pick on cows for no reason.
It is understandable that people say this. Take Tyson for example, his punches are indeed powerful.
Someone once tested that Tyson's right fist had a force of 800 kilograms and his left fist had a force of 500 kilograms. People then applied this data to cows and believed that he could kill a cow.
In reality, this data is inaccurate: the test measures the kinetic energy generated during a punch. An average, untrained adult male's punch can generate between 100 and 150 kilograms. Based on this data, a lion's slap could generate 1,000 kilograms of kinetic energy, but has anyone ever seen a lion kill a bull with a single slap? If we simply compare these numbers to paper, wouldn't a single punch from an adult man kill a person? If that were the case, who would dare to fight Tyson? One punch could mean a life!
Without exaggeration, if an ordinary person punches a cow with all his strength, it's just a tickle. How can a ruthless person like Tyson punch a cow with all his strength? Unless he has the skills to butcher a cow and understand the body structure of the cow, and can deliver a punch with super explosive power and precision, it is basically impossible.
Did someone really kill a cow with one punch? Perhaps these Mauritanian herders would worship Xiao Peng.
While Xiao Peng was still thinking about how to explain this problem, suddenly the people around him clapped their hands, beat the rhythm, danced and sang.
The language they used was neither Arabic nor French nor Swahili, which Xiao Peng had studied before coming here. He could not understand any of it.
When Xiao Peng thought of this, he wanted to slap himself in the face.
Xiao Peng is a person who masters multiple languages. He has made preparations for this trip to Africa. He is good at French and English. Although his Arabic is not so good, he can still communicate with him. In addition, he learned Swahili before coming here. According to his thinking, he is not afraid to travel all over the African continent.
After all, he has already mastered two of the three major European languages, plus English and French, so what is he afraid of?
What's the result?
The three major languages in Africa are Arabic, Swahili, and Hausa. The problem is: Arabic is spoken in North Africa, Swahili is spoken in East Africa, and Xiao Peng is from West Africa...
It seems that all the preparations he made before coming were in vain!
This incident proves that Xiao Peng can also do stupid things!
Mauritania happens to be where West African countries meet North African countries. The songs these people sing should be Hausa or a branch of Hausa...
I just don’t understand it!
It’s too late for him to learn Hausa now. Even if he has a strong learning ability, he can’t do without teaching materials, right?
So he could only look confused.
"Commander, what are they singing?" Renault and others also got out of the car and saw this scene.
Xiao Peng shook his head and said truthfully, "I really don't understand the language they are using now. I guess it should be Hausa. Does anyone here understand Hausa?"
Renault and others shook their heads.
Hausa? I’ve never heard of it!
Xiao Peng happened to see the man in uniform in the team, so he asked curiously, "Friend, what are you doing?"
The man in uniform excitedly shook Xiao Peng's hand and said, "We are thanking you. Thank you for your help. Otherwise, we would be in trouble!"
Xiao Peng waved his hands hurriedly: "It's just a small thing."
After he finished speaking, a woman came over with a camel. Xiao Peng's eyes widened: "Are these people going to give me a camel as a gift? You're too enthusiastic, but how can I take this thing away?"
But Xiao Peng thought too much: he saw the woman took a gourd ladle and ran behind the camel to start milking. In just a few strokes, she squeezed out a ladle of milk. Then a woman next to her came with a tray with several cups in it. The woman poured the camel milk in the ladle into a glass and handed it to Xiao Peng, and then gave a cup to Renault and the others.
Xiao Peng suddenly realized that this was treating guests with camel milk as a way to express gratitude.
Xiao Peng was still very excited about the girl pouring milk for them. Although the status of women in Mauritania is relatively high, this is an MSL country after all. It is extremely impolite to take the initiative to greet women, shake hands with them, and take pictures of them.
The two ladies' actions showed that they were truly grateful to Xiao Peng. Renault and the others also took advantage of the situation and drank a glass of camel milk.
They would have preferred to refuse the offer, as freshly squeezed camel milk was thick and covered in a layer of translucent fat. But refusing would have been too hurtful, so several people drank the milk in one gulp.
The audience erupted in cheers after seeing them drink the camel milk.
At this moment, the man who had sold the three lambs to them came over and insisted on giving Melanie a refund of 30,000 ouguiyas. It seemed they had truly been ripped off, but Melanie refused his refund. Although they were poor students from a small French village studying in Paris, their lives were truly excellent compared to the people here!
"God is above!" An old man limped over and said, "Thank you so much, my friend. You helped us solve a big problem."
He spoke in Arabic, and Xiao Peng could understand it.
Xiao Peng was stunned: "Your foot..."
"I was just hit by a cow and got a sprain," said the old man.
This old man was about the same age as his grandfather. He had to go and drive the cattle himself and got injured. Xiao Peng asked him to sit down and observe: This is not a twist, this is clearly a dislocation!
"Old man, relax a little." Xiao Peng didn't care that the old man's feet were dirty, so he held them in his hands and moved them a few times before exerting force suddenly, causing the old man to scream in pain. However, his complexion soon became better.
Xiao Peng brought some activating oil from the car, cleaned his feet with water, and then half-knelt on the ground to rub the old man's feet with the activating oil for a long time. In the end, the old man was so comfortable that he half-closed his eyes and looked very happy.
"Alright!" Xiao Peng handed the remaining active oil to the old man and stood up. "When you get back, apply this oil to your feet and massage them like I did. You'll be healed quickly... Why are you looking at me like that?"
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