Chapter One Thousand Two Hundred and Eighty-seven Shamanic Book, 'Cedar and the Natural Spirit of Chihuaco'
"The day to go to sea...has finally come!..."
Beside the lush vegetable field, Chihuaco, an old militiaman, looked troubled. He reached for his waist and dug again and again. After a while, he took out a shriveled red pepper, put it to his nose and inhaled, with a bitter look on his face.
asked.
"Old Mu Mu, when...are we leaving?"
"The order is urgent. We will leave early next month!"
"Ah! Next month? I want to go back to Gyeonggi and say goodbye to my daughter and granddaughter..."
The old militiaman sighed again. Last year, his daughter Luwei finally gave birth to a granddaughter with the stupid Weiziti. Luwei's body was already weak, and it became even weaker after giving birth to a baby. Her hands and feet were often cold and her whole body was sore.
In the end, Old Wood Cedar took out a prescription from the northern tribe and mixed some herbs with his own hands, and then he recovered somewhat...
Thinking of this, the old militiaman gritted his teeth, was silent for a while, and just said.
"Next month will be next month! Go thousands of miles south to find the origin of potatoes and priest beans. What is Lima? And then make contact with that 'bowl of the sun'?..."
"Oh! That's 'Tawantinsuyu', the country of the sun...Old corn, you have to learn how to read. I am so old and study hard every day, but you are farming every day and enjoying yourself.
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Cedar Shaman smiled and grabbed Chihuaco's arm to prevent him from running away. Then, he showed a mysterious face and smiled leisurely.
"But! We won't go to the south this time, that will have to wait until next year... We are going to the north this time!... We are going back to my home! My tribe, my hometown, is in the golden bay of the northern continent!..."
"What! Go to the north? You mean, the support fleet from the north?..."
The old militiaman was startled, with a look of confusion on his face. The blind one... never said that he should go to the north? Didn't the north have been explored clearly, and many priests from the kingdom have gone there? How could he suddenly change his mind? Could it be...
Um?!…
The old militiaman suddenly came back to his senses. He looked at the smiling old wood with suspicion and quickly asked the key.
"Old wood, cedar! Why did the support fleet from the north take me with them?...Did I be mentioned in the order to go to sea?..."
"Ahem! My name is on that order... It just so happens that I also want to go back to my hometown to explain myself before going to the southern continent... and finally talk to the old friends of the tribe..."
Cedar Shaman tightened his palms again, and then said to Chihuaco with a shy smile.
"As for you... I'm here to invite you! I've asked the priest who leads the team. He said that you are valued by His Majesty and his personal exploration captain! If you take the initiative to join this group of exploration fleet heading north, you will naturally
No problem. And as long as you go, he will hand over the position of vice-captain to you!…”
"What! Are you asking me to apply to go overseas? Am I crazy?!..."
The old militiaman was so angry that he wanted to turn around and leave, but he couldn't free his arm at all. He glared at the smiling Xuesong and "spit" directly.
"Damn it! You old idiot, your face is thicker than the city wall! If you want to go to sea and return to your hometown, go alone! Why do you have to drag me with you?...I don't know how long it will take, and I don't know if I can go back. Come...I won’t go! I still have to guard this land and wait for the tomatoes and peppers to be harvested in the summer, and the beans and rice to be harvested in the fall!…”
"Ahem! Old Corn...this time, I will beg you as an elder brother..."
The cedar shaman laughed with him, his back almost stooped. He was not used to this posture, and his face was obviously embarrassed. The old militiaman frowned, looked at cedar carefully for a while, and then said quietly road.
"Old wood! What's in this pumpkin of yours? You insist on letting me join the fleet and go back with you... What do you want me to do?!..."
"Uh...I...actually...hey! Let me tell the truth..."
The cedar shaman shook his head, looked Chihuaco in the eyes, and asked sincerely.
"This time heading north, the kingdom's support fleet has another task... which is to arrange priests in various places, establish a fiefdom system, and also establish the trade and tribute of each tribe... To put it simply, our Miwok tribes will not only accept priests to convert The Lord God will also formally join the Kingdom of the Lake in the form of a fiefdom and a kingdom!…”
"As for the affairs of overseas ministries, the priests and captains and deputy captains who support the fleet have great practical power to judge...Although I have been awarded the title of 'Vice President of the Navigation Academy', which is nominally equivalent to the fourth-level chief priest, I I understand very well that this title is actually false... I can only have a chance to say a few words in the Kingdom of Gyeonggi, as a 'conversion model' for the various ministries... And once I go out to sea, I will be in the supporting fleet. , it won’t have any impact at all…”
"But Chihuaco, you are different! Although you have no official position, you are favored by His Majesty and have made two voyages... In the sailing fleet, you are like a glorious old turtle. Even if you don't like to move, There will also be seabirds falling on me... So, I would like to ask you to go north with me! When the time comes, when the Miwok tribes establish a feudal state, you can help to speak some words between the fleet and the tribes..."
"Hey! Old man... If it weren't for the future of the tribe, I wouldn't lose face and come to you... Whether you go or not, it's up to you... If you don't want to go, I can understand. After all, something happened If there is a sea, there will be risks..."
After saying these words, Cedar Shaman took a long breath, as if he had put down a heavy burden, and his whole body became relaxed. He released his grip on Chihuaco's hand, and just looked at the old militiaman, waiting for the other party's response. reply.
"..."
The old militiaman was silent, and the expression on his face suddenly changed. There was obviously a lot of hesitation. He lowered his head, avoiding the expectant eyes of the cedar shaman. After being silent for a while, he took out the dried chili pepper and inhaled deeply. He took two mouthfuls. Then, he glared angrily, looked at Cedar Shaman's old face, cursed loudly, and spat directly in his face.
"You damn old wood! I really owe you my life! If it weren't for the sake of you dispensing medicine for my daughter, if you hadn't begged so hard that I felt soft and raised my hand... you would have used your pine wood Even if you beat me to death, I won’t go to sea with you!…”
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "You damn old guy! Your skin is thicker than the bark of a tree! You have to go back and forth thousands of miles, and you have to drift on the sea for at least a year. There is no way to live forever.
!...You still want me to be shy and speak for your tribe in the fleet, you might as well let me sell my life to you!"
"I was really... blinded by the yellow mud, and bumped into a cedar like you... Do I still have to carry the hoe and the seeds to your tribe and work in the fields for you?..."
"Ah! Ahaha!..."
The Cedar Shaman was scolded so badly that his face was covered with spit. But a smile gradually appeared on his old face and his waist straightened up. He rubbed his hands vigorously and replied happily.
"Old Corn, you are like the old mole in the north, a real master of farming... If you are willing to teach the tribe how to farm, I will naturally welcome you! I will give you the seeds of these crops in advance!
…”
"Ah! Bah! You are so shameless!..."
"Old Corn, I'm really happy that you are willing to help me!"
Cedar Shaman smiled happily. He blinked his eyes, looked at the wrinkled old man in front of him, and said sincerely.
"Don't worry! You are the master of farming and I am the master of herbal medicine. And many of my medicines are left in the tribe... When I return to my hometown, I will take out all the deer medicine and bear medicine collected by the tribe to replenish your body.
!...I have experience, my medicine is very effective, I guarantee you can do it!...Old Corn, I will make arrangements for you in the tribe, and I will definitely let you stay as a heir in the north..."
"Ah? What deer medicine and bear medicine? What guarantees that I can do it? You white-headed catbird, what are you talking about?..."
Chihuaco's old face trembled, and he yelled angrily with a guilty conscience.
"Don't get those things that are not available! Help me prepare some healing herbs...for my daughter..."
"Don't worry! My deer medicine and bear medicine can be used by both men and women as long as the ingredients are changed!..."
The Cedar Shaman patted his chest, feeling confident. Then, he thought about it, held Chihuaco's hand again, and swore solemnly.
"Chihuaco! Witness the great spirit, I will accompany you to the southern continent, no matter the danger of life or death!... Even if you are chased and bitten by a pack of wolves, I will carry you out alive! Even if the ship sinks, I will
I will carry you on my back and swim to the shore... Of course, if there is a big storm at sea, there will be nothing I can do and I will have to be swept into the sea together..."
"And if we can come back alive...I will work with you to write a book using our experiences, a shamanic inheritance book on farming and herbal medicine...You just dictate it, and I will write it!..."
"Why write a book...you...can you write those dazzling words?..."
"Of course! I've learned a lot, so it's not difficult for me... The older black bears will become smarter as they grow older!"
The cedar shaman smiled slightly and said a northern proverb comparing himself to a black bear. Then, at the edge of the vibrant field, he took Chihuaco's hand, raised it high like a black bear, and declared loudly.
"That will be my shaman inheritance... passed on to the descendants of my tribe, and will also be passed on to the descendants of your family! The name of that book is... "The Natural Spirits of Cedar and Chihuaco"!..."