Chapter One Thousand Two Hundred and Thirty Eight: Songs of 'Chu' on All Sides
The wide and long Xi River is like a jade belt, reflecting the magnificent red clouds of the setting sun. The verdant green forest goes away along the river and spreads to the gray and yellow of the distant mountains and sky. The Northland is so majestic and vast, and the six thousand miles of Sacascart Wilderness creeps
Behind the mountains, it looks like a huge bison tied with a jade belt. And the Xihe village at the mouth of the long river is like the small buckle of the "jade belt" of the six-hundred-mile cow rope, gently held in the hands of the kingdom from the ocean.
, plotting a broad and long-term future.
At this moment, the sunset gradually sets, and large groups of Feather Clan pour into the village, searching for all the food they can eat. The corpses and bloodstains on the wall of the village quietly look at the sky, turning red with the sunset. But the banner of the hummingbird's main god is still there
Flying at the highest point, no feathered warrior paid attention to it. Just like the dozens of warrior boats swimming and watching from a distance outside Xihe Village, and the little crow Sitwewe who was unwilling to leave.
For the Feather Clan, they are just wandering passers-by. They don’t have the heart and courage to settle in the river mouth for a long time. Naturally, they don’t care about the ownership of this land and the village. What they really care about is...
"Ancestor! Chief, there is a barn here, such a big barn! ...Ah? Damn it! This is not a barn! There is nothing to eat in here, just colorful and messy stones?..."
"Three Gods! This is the center and largest warehouse in the village. It must be a good thing! Let the clan leader come and see it. It will show how knowledgeable he is!..."
"Stupid! The patriarch doesn't understand. He just pretends every time...cough! Go and bring those wounded soldiers over, they are all from Prepecha. Give them a good treatment, and you can also ask questions..."
"Get out of the way, you bunch of blind, blind sparrows! Get out of the way, let me, Mr. Feather, take a look!...Huh? The gray-black shiny stone, this is...this seems to be...King Qin Congcan
The tin ore collected before? It seems to be the raw material used to make bronze... Ah! So many white and soft stones? Isn't this silver? Why are there so many?... This silver is useless, only the tribes in the clouds,
And the Baiyin clan that we killed to death likes this kind of flashy decoration... Huh?! What is this gray stone? It turns into powder when pinched, and it tastes a bit salty..."
"Patriarch! The captured wounded soldier just said that this is a good thing that the priests of the Kingdom of the Lake asked for! This is a sacred bird stone that can fertilize the fields... Well, it is a struvite! It is made of bird droppings.
Stone!…"
"What?!... Struvite? Evil!..."
Hearing this, Feather Peng Guali's eyes widened, and his old face couldn't help but tremble. However, Feather has experienced a lot in his life, so what's the point of eating some bird droppings? It's not worth mentioning at all. He used the bird droppings that can fertilize the fields.
Stone, secretly remembered it in his heart, continued to look at other ores in the warehouse, and also asked the captive's fellow villagers.
"Huh? It's dark. What kind of stone is this? Black stone coal that is more powerful than wood and can be burned?... Isn't this the thing that the little crow threatens me with? Where does this come from? The large Yomei tribe in the far north,
It takes more than 20 days to row a boat? It’s so far!…”
"Hey! There are several sealed wooden boxes here! Open it...ah! It turns out to be bronze axes, spearheads and arrowheads! This is amazing!...Huh? These bronze weapons are a bit crude! They are not as good as those from the Kingdom in the Lake
The ones we got...where were they made? Leijin Town in the north, it takes twenty days to row a boat? Isn't it right next to the Plum Tribe?..."
"What! That's a big town in the Lake Kingdom, with thousands of warriors stationed there, and a Mexican songbird chief priest? How is that possible?! How can the kingdom be thousands of miles away in the northern continent, at the end of the world,
Put up a legion? Even half a legion is impossible!... Please tell me clearly! So in Leijin Town, are they the hard-hitting kingdom warriors or the easy-to-fight tribal warriors?!... They have everything? How much specifically, you can also
have no idea?…"
Hearing the news, Feather Pengguali asked again and again, and finally walked out of the warehouse with a gloomy expression. He never expected that he would have fled to the end of the world, and ended up not knowing how far to the north.
There, there was a powerful kingdom force waiting for him, which really made him jump and scold him.
"Damn it! Damn it! I even ran to the northern continent, but there are still enemies ahead!...The haunting lake kingdom is as haunting as the water plants in the big lake! Damn it!..."
As the sun set in the evening, Feather Peng Guali was filled with infinite melancholy and good mood, all of which were ruined by this sudden bad news. However, the entire Feather clan was in an atmosphere of joy and joy. After more than half a month of hard escape,
They finally obtained a large amount of precious food, which could feed the five to six thousand tribesmen for two to three months! They finally had a decent village, and they could rest assured for two days to repair it!
As for the hundreds of miscellaneous tribesmen who died in the battle to take down the stronghold, it was just a common price to pay, and they could be captured after all. The thirty or forty feather warriors who were injured or killed only made the Feather clan feel a little sad. But
In such a vast northern land, fighting and death have become more and more common. Only survival is everything to the clan and tribe. And every rare joy is worthy of everyone's celebration and sharing!
Soon, bonfires were lit inside and outside Xihe Village. The curling smoke also rose from the river and dispersed into the red and black sky. The fragrance of grain wafted in the village, which was the most intoxicating smell. The feathered warriors ate
They ate corn tortillas and drank hot fish soup. The clan members ate pumpkin bean puree and drank wild vegetable soup. After a rare meal, everyone had bright smiles on their red faces.
It was getting dark, and the bonfire reflected the red face. When the eldest Feather Tribe man sang a sad country song beside the bonfire, many clan members couldn't help but join in, raising their heads together and watching the river sing a cappella.
"Cupatitzio! The river is singing!... He sang the song of the river, missing the big lake and river in his hometown! Children who have left home, do you miss their villages by the lake and the big rivers?
The mother of flowers? That mother’s clear smile is like the beautiful lake, like the sacred red cicada flower!…Mother is the brilliant flower of the lake!…”
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Cupatitzio! The river is singing!... He sings the song of the sky, missing the blue sky reflected by the lake! But we are traveling butterflies, already
We flew too far, too far, to the end of the river where there are no red cicada flowers! We can never go back, we can never return to our mother's lake, and we can no longer see the flowery lakeside... We are just the withered butterflies at the end of the river!..."
The brisk singing gradually became louder, and then went from loud to low, so that the flowing water of the river could be heard clearly. Thousands of Feather clans sang, with smiles on their faces, but tears in their eyes. And such a light, sad and familiar song
The folk song made Feather Peng Guali stand silently, and the old tears also flowed.
"Woo!... Great Lake Patzcuaro, Great Lake Chapala... The red cicada flowers on the lakeside, the ancestral Yacata Temple... I'm afraid I won't be able to go back in my lifetime! Woo!..."
The folk song spread far away and flew into the vast ocean. The little crow fleet patrolling the seaport also fell silent and stopped. After a while, a low singing voice was also sung by the warriors in the fleet. It was the same
The familiar Dahu country song is the same plaintive tune.
"Tsitsiki! The sacred flower blooms!... She blooms the song of the earth, missing the fields where the lake flows! Mothers in my hometown, do you miss their children who have gone far away, and the butterflies flying to the horizon?
?The young man’s running legs are like a free-flowing river, like the wings of a butterfly flying!…The child is like a butterfly flowing in the long river!…”
"Tsitsiki! The sacred flower blooms!... She blooms with the song of flowers, missing the butterflies flying away from the flowers! But we are the red cicada flowers by the lake, nurturing the young insects with nectar
Children, blooming by the lake, old and withered. The children have flown away! They can never return to the stamens where they live, and they can never see the fallen petals... And we are the dead flowers, the
The dead mother, just stay in Fei Die’s dream!…”
The long river flows quietly, surrounded by folk songs, and the sound is heartbreaking. Tears shed in the eyes of the little crow. He thought of his grandfather who went to the Kingdom of God, and also thought of Lake Atoyak where he was born. He looked down at the sea,
But he couldn't see clearly his own blurred eyes, let alone the other hunter who had quickly wiped away his tears and was staring at him secretly.
"People's hearts are sad, the clan is really tired! But the situation in the northern continent...Yomei tribe, Leijin Town, the kingdom's northern army...where is the big lake that can really let the clan rest?...The north is actually like this.
The vastness, as far as I know, is still too little!”
The folk song was mournful. Feather Peng Guali stood on the wall of the village, squinting his small bird-like eyes and staring at the slight firelight on the boat on the beach. He pondered for a long time before turning his head and looking at the weeping people beside him.
My nephew, Brother Peng, sighed softly.
"Ancestors! They are all fellows from Prepecha, and they are all descendants of an ancestor from the Bird Department... The little crow stayed on the boat, eating cold dry food and drinking cold river water... As an elder, I really feel sorry for him.
Ah!...Myna, please take the boat over and invite the little crow to come over and have some hot food in the stockade!..."
"Ah? Patriarch, uncle! How could Little Crow come here? We just fought a battle with him and captured his village..."
"Three gods witness! We robbed his food, so the clan had no way to survive. There is really no way. But now that we have food, we will not stay here for long. This village must be returned to him! The tin inside is messy
The clan cannot take away the mines, silver, struvite, and black stones, and will leave them to him as they are! Even the flags on the wall, I asked the clan not to touch. All the injured fellow warriors were treated..."
Speaking of this, Feather Peng Guali looked sincere and had the expression of an honest elder, and gave serious instructions to his nephew.
"Dahe Taotao, I have sworn to Dahe that I will never harm him in the slightest! Inviting him here now is to turn an enemy into a friend and provide multiple ways to contact the kingdom. Who knows, I will ask him for help in the future.
...The second is to discuss how to return the village, goods and prisoners to him after the tribe leaves...Bago, you sincerely go and invite him in person! Little Crow, he will definitely come!..."
"Ah! More ways for the clan?...I understand! Clan leader, I'll go right away!..."
Nephew Peng Bago nodded heavily, with seriousness and sincerity on his face. He wiped his tears and ran out of the village in two steps without any weapons. He just jumped on the boat and sang in response to the Prepecha folk song.