The aroma of meat porridge lingered on the river bank. Chief Maha Aguda held the clay pot and poured it into his mouth with big mouthfuls, barely chewing. The warriors of the Yupi tribe couldn't help but swallow as they looked at the chief's food.
He swallowed his saliva. In just a dozen breaths, Maha Aguda finished pouring out a clay pot of meat porridge. Then, he exhaled a long breath of hot breath, his face turned red, he raised the clay pot with his big hand, and tried to lower it with all his strength.
fall!
"Hiccup! This feeling? My tongue is hot, my whole body is hot, and I'm sweating... Ship-making tribe, you have indeed been poisoned!...Hiccup!..."
"Haha!... But this poison is almost the same as the fungus in the forest!... It's not uncomfortable at all, but there is heat all over the body, making the bones loosen a little faster!...Phew! Delicious! Comfortable! Full! Warm!...
Hahaha!…"
Maha Aguda laughed and exhaled another mouthful of hot breath. Then, he looked at the clay pot in his hand, hesitated for a moment, did not drop it, but just put it down gently. He moved vigorously and carefully, like a reluctant bear.
, putting down the honeycomb without honey is quite a joyful feeling.
"Hey! Chief Yuskin, you have such a burly figure, do you want another can of meat porridge? We have a lot more on the boat! ...and your tribe hasn't eaten yet! Friends of the Yuskin tribe, we can
share together!"
"Haha! This meat porridge is good, I don't know what is added to it! Not only is it warm after eating, but I feel more energetic!…"
Maha Aguda turned his neck comfortably, like a brown bear shaking its fur. But soon, his fierce and sharp eyes were fixed on Zuvalo again, and a disdainful smile appeared on his face.
"Shipmaker, I don't want your porridge! Our tribe won't be fooled either! ... Don't think I don't know, you are very cunning! ... I watched you take two bites of this jar of porridge, and you really didn't do anything.
!…”
"But! When hunters go hunting in the forest, they have to lay bait! This can of porridge is fine, but maybe it's your bait, deliberately letting down our vigilance...and then murdering our entire tribe!...Haha! Don't think so.
I can’t tell! No matter how cunning a fox is, he can’t hide it from a tiger in the forest!…”
"Ahaha! Uh..."
Maha Aguda laughed ferociously, with the instinctive vigilance of a beast and the pride of seeing through his opponent in his laughter. He laughed like this for a while, until Zuvalo picked up another can of meat porridge and held it in front of his face.
As they started eating... the laughter suddenly stopped, like a dog that had been strangled by the neck.
"Ship-wielding tribe! What did you add to this food? It feels spicy and comfortable. It seems that the swamp is not so wet anymore..."
"You ask what the spiciness is? Oh! It's a specialty of our tribe, very spicy chili!..."
Zuvarro smiled and took out a small bag, which was filled with the specialty of his hometown, dried chili peppers transported from thousands of miles away from the kingdom. Just add a little bit to the porridge, and the warriors of the kingdom will be happy all day long!
In a humid outer Northeast swamp like this, this kind of chili pepper that has never appeared before is almost a necessity for survival. It can relieve the cold and damp feeling that penetrates the bones. And Maha Aguda only ate it once, and he obviously fell in love with it.
.
"Shipmakers, you are very cunning! You actually have so many good things..."
Maha Aguda squinted his eyes and stared at the pouch in Zuwaro's hand. He couldn't help but tighten his grip on the heavy stone hammer. Unfortunately, the big ship was parked in the river. No matter how brave the tribal warriors were, they couldn't survive so many
Under the shining bow and arrow, we waded through the water and climbed onto the ship...
"O God! What a delicious meat porridge! Rice from the Kazuto people, salmon from the Ainu people, plus chili peppers and spices from the kingdom!...Phew! I can eat another can!..."
"..."
Maha Aguda stared in silence for a long time, watching the ship tribe eating non-stop as if showing off. He was surprised by the abundance of food, and his doubts about the purpose of these tribes' appearance gradually faded away.
After all, in this vast and wild mountain forest and swamp, only the hungry beasts are the most dangerous. A well-fed tiger is much gentler and can even drink water by the river with the deer.
"Commanders of the ship! Give us your food! Let us cook it ourselves!...You give us food! We will...not fight you!..."
"Um?…"
Zuvalo's ears twitched and he looked at Chief Yuskin, who had made the request for the first time. He waved his hand with a smile, and a warrior rowed a small boat and placed a large, thick iron pot on the shore. And the iron pot
Inside, there is a bag of rice, a bag of salt, a can of rice wine, and a small bag of precious chili peppers, all prepared in advance.
"Ah sneeze!..."
Maha Agu opened the pouch, smelled the chili peppers, and couldn't help but sneeze loudly. Then, he put the chili peppers down with some fear, and looked at the salt in the iron pot, the wine that he could distinguish, and the
Unidentifiable grains. After a while, he turned his head and gave instructions to the fish-skin warriors next to him.
"It's all put away! Let the dog taste it before eating it to see if there is any serious poison..."
"Yes! Aguda!..."
"No stealing!"
"Uh!... Got it, Aguda!..."
After accepting the gift from the Ship Tribe, the hostility on Maha Agu's face finally dissipated. He narrowed his eyes, looked at Zuvalo on the long boat, and asked again.
"Shipmaker! You said before, what do you want to worship? What's the 'altar' in the gathering?..."
"That's right! I heard that the altar of this southern tribe is very effective. We want to pray for a good harvest and a warm winter!..."
"...worship? An altar to the guardian spirit?..."
Maha Aguda frowned, thought for a while, and then shook his head.
"Shipmaster, I probably know what you are talking about! We just captured this collection, and there is indeed a half-collapsed big house in it! The previous tribe hid in that house and fought with us until the end.
…”
"If the altar really has a guardian spirit, we won't be able to occupy this collection! And the previous tribe will not be wiped out by us. Only some slaves and women are left..."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Forget it! If you want to worship at the altar, just come down and worship! ... However, you can only bring a warrior who slaps you! ... If you have the courage, just come down and worship!"
Come down and go back to camp with me!…”
Facing Chief Yuskin's invitation, Zuvalo pondered for a while, until the other party became impatient, and then he graciously agreed.
"Okay! Chief Yuskin, I believe you! I'll come down and go with you!"
"The guardian spirit of the river and thunder protects our ship! With his protection, I have nothing to fear!..."
"boom!…"
As he said that, Zuvalo waved his hand, and there was another cannon blast from the longboat, which shocked Maha Agu and backed away like a brown bear. Horses and dogs also barked in the camp. Then, he took a look
The people who were unscathed stared at the longship in confusion, staring at the long golden tube that emitted a huge thunder.
"What kind of beast is this? It doesn't look big, but it screams so loudly, it even sounds like thunder?..."
Yes, in the eyes of the ferocious Fish Skin tribe, the always shocking artillery is just a "strange beast" or some kind of "natural spirit". They have not yet developed the worship and fear of gods.
The Ainu tribes are still much more ignorant. They are as ignorant as the descendants of dogs in the wilderness...
"Shipmaker! Stop the beast on your boat. It is scaring our horses again! ... There is no need to threaten me here. If I invite you as a guest, I won't eat you! ..."
"Ha! What a cunning and cowardly captain! I don't know why those strong warriors would follow you with your body?..."
"Let's go! Walk across the river beach and follow me through the gap in the wall! ... Be careful! Those are harvestable tares, and they are about to ripen! Don't step on them! ..."
Zuvarro stopped and stared at the strange barnyard fields in front of him. He didn’t know that these were the fields that the empire once had. After sixty years of cold, dampness and neglect, they had been sown by local tribes.
The barnyard seeds turned into a barren and tenacious barnyard field. He stared at the collapsed earth wall in front of him, looked at the solid and solid foundation of the wall, and imagined what they looked like when they were built, and the warriors who once guarded the wall.
At this moment, traces of mottled and vicissitudes of life came face to face. He smelled the wind that had passed away sixty years ago, and smelled the sea that once surged forward, full of light and red!
The remnants of a distant empire were like shells buried in the soil, falling on the tidal flat after the tide had passed. Then, a man wearing feathers came here, picked up the shell, and placed it in front of his eyes.
After crossing it, he saw the sea in the south, which was very big! And the great, very big empire was ebbing.
