One Thousand Two Hundred and One: Ceremony of the Lord God, Cuba’s Alliance, Trade and Farming
In Tiewan Town, the main god's sacrifice lasted for several days. After the blood sacrifice on the first day, all the captive craftsmen who surrendered trembled and drank Rodrigo's blood wine. They took a blood oath to convert to the main god, as if they were under witchcraft.
The blood curse. The royal butler Gutierrez even burst into tears and kowtowed to the chief priest of Tomat, for fear of becoming the next Rodrigo, a sacrifice in the terrible "devil's ritual", and his soul falling into hell forever.
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“Praise the supreme Lord God! Fight for God and die for God!…”
After watching this shocking ceremony, the warriors and tribesmen of the kingdom sang and celebrated, devoutly knelt down in front of the temple, praising the name of the main god. And the Taino chiefs and leaders of each tribe all showed their faces.
In awe, he also knelt down to pray, which was considered as the true planting of the seeds of faith. Then, the chief priest Tomat invited the chiefs to discuss in the temple to discuss the mission of each chief god and the formation of the Taino tribal alliance.
"Blessed by the Lord God! The more than thirty Taino tribes in the hot land of Cuba must unite together to worship the Lord God and form the Hot Land Tribal Alliance! Of course, several chiefs from West Haiti can also join with their tribes! Tribes that join the alliance
, they can all support each other, exchange materials with each other, and send tribal militia to support... And Tiewan Town is the center of the entire Hot Earth Tribe Alliance!..."
Faced with the proposal to form a tribal alliance, various tribes in eastern Cuba, especially the northeastern coast that had been harassed by demons, actively expressed their approval. However, various tribes in western Cuba and West Haiti were obviously hesitant and discussed among themselves.
Of course, Priest Tomat has long understood that with the kingdom's current power in Cuba, if dozens of large tribes that are far apart and have different ideas can be organized and even form a Taíno alliance... even if there is the threat of evil invasion,
It is definitely not something that can be done easily!
For Priest Tomat, his goal in the first phase is not big. At the beginning, he only needs to form a nominal alliance, expand the scope of the tribes that dispatch kingdom warriors, and train tribal militias.
A great success! And more alliance operations, more preaching and control, we have to wait for the Black Wolf's massive reinforcements, and more main god priests to arrive in Cuba...
Outside the temple, the tribesmen of each tribe were smiling happily, and they were carrying out the most important purpose of participating in the festival, which was to trade the products of each tribe! Cuba is three thousand miles from east to west. In addition to growing cassava, each tribe has different excess output, and iron
Bay Town is the trading center of various ministries.
Lizard skin from the Iguana Department, bird feathers from the Lake Bird Department, sacred smoke from the Havana Department, well salt from the Shioban Department, dried fish from the Fishing Bay Department, pottery from the Matsuri Department, cotton thread from the Camagui Department, and gold lake department
Copper stones, pearls from the Maritime Department, gold sand from the Dajin Department of Haiti, jade from the Shihe Department, as well as lake gems and ironware from Tiewan Town, are all exchanged and bartered with each other in the big market!
Yes, for Caribbean tribes that lack productivity, a uniformly recognized currency does not exist. The scale of commodity production and trade in each tribe is far from the time when currency appears. Even if it is gold, silver or gems, many tribes do not
Recognition. If there is anything that can be regarded as a general equivalent, it is Cuban tobacco that is loved by everyone!…
"Lord of Huitziloppo! Bird feathers can be exchanged for jade? Lizard skins can be exchanged for pearls? Dried fish can even be exchanged for gold sand?..."
Seeing the simple bartering of the Taíno people at the trade market, the eyes of the goldsmith Paul almost turned red with desire. Unfortunately, because of his obvious skin color, no Taíno leader was willing to trade with him, and there were even some
Shouting and shouting to kill. In the end, he could only find Agou Chachu, and used a few iron tools at hand to exchange a small bag of precious gold sand from the leader of the Dajin Department. Then the two of them grinned and laughed together.
Divide equally.
"Phew! Praise Huitziloppo! I have been floating on the sea for twenty years, encountered so many life and death, and had so much blood on my hands that I had to open one eye even when I slept! ... Only this soil
Only the divine smoke of human beings can make me relax easily from head to toe, and I am happier than being with a woman! It’s so magical, so wonderful!… If I can always smoke this divine smoke, even if I don’t go back to Castile
The kingdom is worth it!…”
Not far away, Boatswain Bartolome was squatting in a corner, smoking handmade tobacco from Havana and blowing smoke rings leisurely. As an old sailor who is used to wind and rain, licks blood from the tip of his knife, and has no faith, he said
To be honest, ordinary happiness cannot calm his violent heart. Only this kind of divine smoke that he has never seen before can bring him a very rare peace, and even let him sleep a rare good sleep... To put it simply,
He has no ability to resist this thing.
"Yes! Yes!...It's really good, better than the Virgin Mary in heaven!..."
Sailor Gonzalo stood next to him, holding a cigarette in his hand and refusing to smoke. Instead, he tried his best to inhale the second-hand smoke, with a hint of intoxication on his face. These fine and exquisite tobaccos were all used by Bato to find Agou and use them on the two of them.
They exchanged their clothes, hats, daggers, etc. Now, the two Castilian sailors are wearing Taino straw clothes. Except for the scimitars at their waists and the flints in their arms, they almost look like
There was no trace of Castilian left.
"Hey! There is a running wooden beast here!..."
"Hiss! Could this be the devil's spell?..."
Among the captives, Antonio, the carpenter, was the most dexterous. He built a cart with wooden wheels, which could carry a pile of wood to pull goods. The Taino tribesmen looked at it in amazement. Unfortunately, this cart was not practical.
, that is, just running around in the flat village, there is no need to think about the jungle swamps outside. As for the sailor Gil, also known as the chicken farmer Aji, he was thrown to the chicken pen in the village and was responsible for raising the tribe's turkeys.
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"Ah! Come on...Lord! There is such a...such a big chicken here?...It's impossible! This can be fed by humans? Is it really...a native blood wizard who uses human blood to witchcraft?
A chicken turned into a human?…. Hiss! It’s really evil, really a devil. No wonder the red-haired attendant calls it ‘huehxolotl’, ‘a big chicken turned into a human’…”
Looking at the big "chicken" with a wingspan of 1.56 meters and more than ten kilograms, little Gil's eyes widened, and his mind was filled with random thoughts, all of which were the terrible witchcraft preached by the church. He had previously asked the red-haired attendant if he wanted to
What animal did he raise? The other party drew a simple little man, and after letting him see it clearly, he added a few more strokes, and suddenly it turned into a chicken. The "big chicken turned into a man" really scared him to the point of peeing.
Got it!
"A terrible blood sacrifice! A terrible blood wizard! Turning people into chickens!..."
Thinking of the terrible blood sacrifice not long ago, little Gil shuddered all over and was so scared that he couldn't speak. He looked down at the cute and chubby turkey, but no matter how he looked at it, he seemed to be seeing a ferocious person. But there was nothing he could do.
The red-haired attendant gave him an order to raise chickens. If he didn't obey, he would be killed... He could only stand in front of the big "chicken", kowtow carefully, and pray.
"Ah! Holy... Holy Mother! You turned into a chicken, it was the native wizards who did it! Don't eat... eat me... I will make you fat... fat and strong... for the native wizards to eat
…Hiss! It’s so terrible!”
Across the bustling Tiewan Town, to a remote corner in the southeast, there is a large expanse of desolate grassland, with many dug pits and pits, and piles of fermented manure. Beside the small pits where people squat, there are still piles of piles.
There are few leaves and they are pressed down with stones. From time to time, warriors from the kingdom come and go, squatting and standing up, leaving behind the raw manure from farming. And this is the largest "public toilet" in Tiewan Town, which is the compost of the entire tribe.
The place!
"Merciful Lord! My brother-in-law abandoned me and ran away alone... But I believed in the native gods and was cursed with terrible and vicious blood. I actually became the 'headman' of a native.
Specially responsible for using excrement and urine to pile saltpeter?...Goddess of fate! You have wrapped the thread of my fate around the spindle, and what kind of velvet are you going to weave?...What kind of pattern is that, and what kind of ending is it...
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"Aratou man! It's time to work!..."
Guard Chief Alana stood melancholy at the head of the pit. The touching breath of the night wind made him even more melancholy. But soon, the shouts of the Taino militiamen woke him up from the strong melancholy.
Looking at the Taino militiamen with bird patterns carved on their foreheads, axes stuck in their waists, and unkind expressions, Alana forced a smile and nodded vigorously. He knew that these militiamen were not only arranged by red-haired attendants,
The person who worked with him was also responsible for monitoring him and even killing him when suspected... Soon, he picked up a stone shovel and dragged it on the dirt to draw two long lines.
"Lord of Huitziloppo!... Our first goal is to dig out a canal to pile up saltpeter! Just this wide, so long, dug two arms deep, with soil piled on one side... That's right!
That’s it!… Well, after digging a canal, spreading lime, and building a bamboo shed to protect the rain, we can start adding manure and toilet soil to pile up saltpeter!…”
"May God bless you! May the Goddess of Destiny bless you! May the native God of Earth bless you too! ... This time, the salt pile must be successful! I must not die ... Brother-in-law, you must come back with a big boat.
