Chapter 1344: When we get old, we will go to Cuba!…
"Nobles and tribesmen are like cocoa trees and grass saplings..."
The stream meanders beside the harvested rice fields. In the distance are the redwoods of the Western Mountains, towering into the clouds.
Chihuaco, an old militiaman, sat on the ridge of the field, looking at the golden mountains, the fir trees on the top of the mountain, and the rice fields at his feet. He did not speak for a long time. He was a man who had suffered. He had experienced the separation of his wife and children, and the destruction of his family.
, and reunited the family with difficulty. He also experienced many people, from the south to the north of the sea, from the subjugation of the country to the founding of the country, and to explore overseas.
Perhaps, in the entire Xishan Port, no matter whether the immigrants from the kingdom or the local Miwok tribe, he is the only one who can understand the old shaman Cedar. And only the shaman Cedar can speak to his heart.
"...Old wood, look at this! If you plant more crops in this field and plant more high-yielding crops, you can feed more people! ... No matter what some people will do when they become masters... can
Harvesting more food and living more people is not a bad thing!…”
"...Old Corn, maybe I'm greedy, I always want to do more!...Actually, I have some regrets...If I took over the Miwok tribes and became the king of such a feudal country...will the tribes be disgraced?
Is it possible to have a full meal? Is it also possible to allow the entire tribe, old and young, regardless of top or bottom, to climb to the top of the mountain together?… But after thinking about it for a long time, I felt a little scared!…”
"I'm just afraid that if I become a king, things will get worse after I die! They will use my name to make people worship me, and to double the orders of the people, just like burning firewood in a fire...
I'm even more afraid that while I'm still here, the previous 'shamanic cedar' will change and turn into what the priest calls a 'sacred tree', and I will also regard myself as a sacred tree!...After all, there is nothing in the temple.
A statue of a god is just a piece of wood carved with the image of God. When more people worship it, it becomes Him..."
Cedar Shaman babbled, like gibberish, but he was completely sincere. For people of his age, it is not easy to say a few words from the heart. But at this moment, it is not easy.
, he stared at Chihuaco's old face, his eyes bright, like a child's.
"Old Corn, you said that there will be a day when everyone can have enough to eat, no one is noble or cheap, no one is bossing anyone... just like the Kingdom of God mentioned by the priest, everyone can be peaceful and happy, and die with a smile, right?
?…”
"..."
Chihuaco tilted his head slightly, avoiding the eyes of the cedar shaman. He muttered for a long time, thinking of the exploration of Cuba in the East China Sea, and of those simple and kind-hearted Taino tribes who could eat enough cassava, smoke and die early. Good.
After a while, he sighed quietly.
"Old Mu, there will be such a day! I have seen such a place and such a tribe!..."
"Ah! Where?!"
"On the big island in the East China Sea, there is a group of very good Taíno people. Their cassava can produce five to six hundred pounds per mu, so that everyone can have enough to eat! ... They have no fighting or war, no nobles, or even
There were no warriors, only farmers, fishermen and hunters... When we met them, they entertained us warmly, singing and dancing, smoking and drinking, and there were young men and women sleeping..."
As he spoke, a smile appeared on Chihuaco's face, just like the wonderful memories he had. Cedar Shaman listened and slowly laughed. Until Chihuaco finished speaking, Cedar Shaman
Those whose talents and ideas are still unfinished are looking forward to the road.
"What a great natural spirit! That's such a wonderful place! Old Wood, when we sail south and come back from that 'Tawantinsuyo in the Kingdom of the Sun'... let's go to the East China Sea! Let's go to that Cuba you mentioned.
The big island... smoke and drink there, raise a group of beautiful snails, and fish with fish that can attract fish! Then, grow old and die with a smile!..."
"...Ah, going to Cuba?..."
“Yes! Go to Cuba!…”
“…”
The old militiaman fell silent again. He did not tell the Cedar Shaman how weak and powerless those simple and kind-hearted island tribes, that kind of peaceful and beautiful life in the Kingdom of God, were, and what kind of evil dangers they faced! It was like
Although the colorful snails on the island are beautiful, they are the most fertile prey in front of predatory birds and beasts...
"Yeah! Okay! When we get old and can't go to sea... our last trip will be to Cuba!..."
After a long time, the old militiaman still smiled. He nodded, agreed to the Cedar Shaman's suggestion, and tried his best to smile again.
"Old wood! You don't have to be discouraged... everything will get better! The trees will grow taller and taller, and the harvest will be more and more... There will always be better days, there will be better days!..."
"For example, the current Lake Kingdom is much better than the time of Tarasco! In the past, eight out of ten noble lords were so vicious that they wanted to be skinned and boned... Now, out of ten noble lords,
There are probably only four who are so greedy, and the other four can do something practical..."
"Today's priests are much better! At least, many of them are from their own hometowns and villages, and they are really guiding the villagers. They teach people to compost, organize people to build canals, and even distribute farm tools from the temple.
For the villagers!…”
"And the blind one... ahem... that His Majesty you haven't seen before! He is a rare kind among the nobles. He not only attaches great importance to farming, but also restrains the nobles and priests, and greatly reduces human sacrifices... He is a
A rare good man and very good-looking!…”
"Ah? The Kingdom's Death Chief, the invincible Wolf King who guides countless fierce warriors...is he actually like this? It's very different from the rumors!..."
"Well! You can finally see him! He will definitely be happy to see you! Just wait until we come back from the south..."
The two old men squatted on the ridge of the field and chatted happily again. They talked from Miwok Golden Bay on the west coast to the Mexica Plateau in the center of the world, and from the Inca country in the southern continent to the distant East China Sea.
The paradise of Cuba.
The world is so majestic and complicated, and in everyone's heart, there is a kingdom of God that they long for, an ideal country that they place their hopes on! No matter whether this ideal kingdom of God will come...
"The Lord God is paying attention! God has arrived!... He is watching you from the sky with blood-red eyes! He is watching all the tribes, including fire and thunder, but also kindness and harvest!..."
More than four thousand miles of clouds and moons, from the Golden Bay of the Miwok people to the Yomi tribe of the Yaqui people. The chief priest of Songbird raised his hands in the air and stood on a altar more than ten meters high in complicated sacrificial robes. At this moment, he
In front of you is the burning "blue holy fire", and behind you rise the bloody and mysterious "eyes of the gods"!
A total of seven thousand Yuemei tribesmen fell on the ground in fear and knelt down before the powerful "Southern God of War". They were shocked by this unimaginable "miracle"!
"People of Firestone, tribes of Yomei tribe, lost branches of Jiao people! Convert to the supreme god, right now! ... Blood oath convert! Offer your hair, drink the devout blood wine, and give your souls
With faith, leave it to the Sun God of the sky!”
The chief priest of the song bird shouted loudly, reciting the most sacred hymn for the coming of the Kingdom of God in his heart. And thousands of kingdom warriors, all wearing armor and holding axes, stood beside the clusters of holy fires. There were more than a thousand early morning
The converted Yuomei tribesmen were worshiping the "Eye of God" in the sky, shouting the name of the Lord God enthusiastically!
"Praise the great southern god who appears! Praise the flying sun god!..."
"Take refuge in the Supreme Lord God! He devours all gods and is the most powerful God of War!..."
There are clusters of holy fires, and priests of the kingdom stand in front of the fire, as well as dozens of local priest apprentices. They look solemn, holding obsidian daggers, waiting for the upcoming blood oath conversion!
This time, they want to completely convert to the powerful Yomei tribe, and all Yaqi tribes within a radius of two hundred miles will fall into the embrace of the Lord God!
At this time, seven days have passed since the long-planned Qiuhou raid, which was planned internally and externally. With the assistance of a thousand local believers, the order of the entire Yomei tribe has been completely stabilized. And the leader
Two thousand soldiers went out to attack the "mountain tribe", the Great Mountain Eagle Chief of the Yomei Tribe. They had already encountered an ambush from the Feather Clan and suffered a terrible defeat. I'm afraid they will never come back...
