At the beginning of May, there were strong winds blowing from the seaside and showers falling from the sky. The drizzle soaked the city wall and ruthlessly wetted the row of heads hanging high above the city gate. These heads were very new and had just begun to rot.
Those open mouths seemed to be screaming silently, and the teeth that were not seriously worn indicated that the deceased had an unusual identity.
Under the escort of a group of Mexica warriors, the Snake Mother Chief Miava walked out of the deep city gate wearing a black robe. She raised her head, paused for a moment, and looked at the head that she had cut off with her own hands and remained in peace.
First, he raised the corners of his mouth, and then his smile gradually narrowed.
"Yin Erwei, Qi Yan... may your souls rest in peace in the Lord God's Kingdom! Of course, if you don't want to rest, you will curse me... It's normal... I don't mind..."
Miava looked gloomy and whispered a prayer in Totonac. Then, she straightened her spine, tightened the obviously larger king's sacrificial robe, and was surrounded by Mexica warriors.
, and headed to the camp outside the city easily.
"Real power always comes from people. People's connections, people's trust, and people's support. And as long as I can leverage people's hearts, it means I have the power!..."
Miava clearly knew all this and the nature of power. Therefore, she just asked the revered king for a team of Mexica guards, proved her connection with His Highness Mexica, and easily won over Jin.
The hearts of the remnants of the bay.
And when she gained the upper hand, she moved her hand without any hesitation, like a poisonous snake that bites, delivering a fatal blow! In just a few days, the elders and opponents in the tribe were all turned into hanging heads.
, became part of her prestige. As for the noble chiefs, chiefs and priests of various tribes in Jinwan, they had no choice but to bow their heads to her completely.
"What a pity!...The warriors of the tribe...His Highness did not let me intervene..."
Miava's thoughts were racing, and there was some regret in her heart, but she did not dare to cross the red line of the king. She walked lightly, and her sacrificial robe tightly wrapped her body, not revealing a single bit. Whenever she met the patrolling
When the warriors of the kingdom met, she always smiled, nodded gently, and moved her hands and feet with a ceremonial solemnity and elegance.
"Praise the Lord God! May the Lord God bless the kingdom!"
"Praise the Lord God! God bless the kingdom!"
The patrolling warriors lowered their heads and returned the salute respectfully. It wasn't until the teams staggered away that the kingdom's warriors looked confused and started talking among themselves.
"O Lord God! Who was that noble lady whom you honored just now...?"
"I don't know...but the ones protecting her seem to be His Highness's personal guards?..."
"Yes! There is a pattern of death on her robe...could it be His Highness's..."
"Hush! Don't make random guesses. She is some kind of chief who surrendered in Jinwan City... and now lives in His Highness's camp..."
"Ah! So that's it..."
Hearing the discussion that was gradually going away, Miava's eyebrows were crooked and the corners of her mouth were raised. Although the king in the camp was cold and ruthless, he had not given her any public promises or announced her identity. However, in her hands,
The power gathered is unprecedented...
"His Highness's trust is the source of power...and if I want to gain more power, I have to gain more trust...and do it more satisfactorily!..."
Miawa squinted his eyes and looked at the fields outside the city. Pieces of tribal farmland were neatly planned and cultivated. Tens of thousands of tribesmen, carrying bamboo baskets containing seeds on their backs and holding digging sticks of wood and stone, were digging in
People digging in the soil and planting corn seeds in the fields are like busy ant colonies. Not far away, large groups of semi-underground cave houses built in simple farming camps are the nests of ants.
The faintly audible sound of tinkling is the sound of craftsmen making stone tools to meet the needs of farming. Farther away, the sounds of priests praying and the patrolling orders of warriors are like a busy background and the maintenance of this place.
A guarantee of busyness.
"The organized ant colony...is so powerful and orderly!..."
Looking at the neatly arranged fields and the countless tribesmen working at the same time, Miawa licked his lips and truly felt a surging power. This kind of power, compared with the once loose tribes, was like a tall
Trees and messy grass are completely different from top to bottom!
"The kingdom's decree clearly stipulates responsibilities, and no one dares to violate it... This is the power of order!..."
Miava stood on tiptoe and looked greedily at the busy "ant colony" for a while. This collective and orderly work scene was like the neat military formation of the Mexicans, which appeared for the first time on the seaside! And for the first time!
The source of order at this moment is the terrible coercion of the kingdom, the strict military laws of various ministries, the doctrines preached by the priests, and the newly established centralized management after the loose chiefs were stripped of their power.
"The task given to me by His Highness, I will work harder...to select reliable farm assistants from the surrendered Totonak tribes!..."
Thinking of this, Miava tightened her robe, and reached out to touch the two long volumes in her arms, holding them carefully. The graphics and square characters on them were a personal name written by her. And as long as
After the review of the Mexica priests and the nod of approval by His Highness, these names will change from humble and busy "ants" to the leaders of teams of "ant colonies" and participate in the management of the farmland.
Now, this is the most important task and the greatest power in her hands: to provide "aides" who are proficient in simple calculations and understand farming management for each of the newly established field camps.
As for the origin of these "aides", they are the Totonak village priests, tribal sages, and ordinary leaders who once controlled culture and guided tribal farming. But now, these conquered Totonak elites must go through her
Only through screening and guarantee can you re-enter Haibin's governance system and become a member of the grassroots managers.
"Identify the surrendered ministries, carefully select and recommend them, and provide capable and reliable talents...promote this ant colony-like farming to the vast seaside land!..."
Miava pursed her lips, feeling the strong wind on the beach and the blow of power. Her face was filled with bright light, like a fruit moistened by dew. She lowered her head and walked down from the high pyramid.
, came to His Highness's low tent, but the desire in her heart was like the rising sun, giving her the strength to climb endlessly.
"Your Highness, this is a new list!... In Jinwan City, the one hundred and eighty-three leaders, priests and sages who have converted to the Lord God devoutly, are willing to serve the kingdom, and are good at farming are all here... I
It has been carefully screened, and there will be no chiefs who are ignorant of current affairs and harbor resentments. The names circled in red are those who have reservations in their hearts and need continuous enlightenment and further teaching from the priests..."
In the big tent, Shulot sat cross-legged, with a map spread out on the table. He took the roster from Miawa, flipped through it, and scanned more than half of the red circles and names, and raised his eyebrows slightly. After a moment,
, he nodded, put the roster away, and showed approval.
"Miawa, you did a good job, it was much faster than I thought!"
"Your Highness, I am willing to dedicate everything to you!... As long as these people pass the faith test of the priests and go to the ministries as soon as possible... they will still have time to manage the spring plowing, supervise the farming outside Jinwan City, and expand the area sown this year..."
Miawa bowed her head respectfully and explained in detail. She did not have a charming posture, but was full of solemnity and seriousness, just like a qualified chief minister.
"Hmm... That's right..."
Shulot raised his head, examined the woman beside him for a while, and asked in a deep voice.
"Is there anything else you can do?"
"Well... Your Highness, I also wrote a list, maybe you will be interested..."
Miava took a deep breath, lowered his head with a respectful smile on his face. Shulot raised his brows, took another roster, and flipped through it, thoughtfully.
"...Mitipova...Matnar...Quislica...are all female names? Miava, what is this?"
"Your Highness, these are the names of noble girls from various tribes within a hundred miles of Jinwan City. There are more than two hundred people in total... Some of them are unmarried, some are married, but their husbands have died in the war... and these ones with red circles,
My husband is not dead, but he will die soon..."
Miava smiled lightly, leaned down, pressed against the thinking king, and suggested softly.
"Your powerful highness...the most important bloodline in the Haibin tribes, and those divine bloodlines that are passed down orally, I asked the priests and sages of each tribe one by one, and they are all here!...According to the traditions of the Haibin tribes, noble women,
There is also the inheritance right of the tribe..."
"Your Highness! As long as you select strong Mexica warriors, marry these noble girls, manage these tribes, and give birth to new children...then the kingdom's rule on the seaside will be further stabilized! And in
On the seaside, the so-called noble bloodline is the bloodline of the Mexica..."
"Oh? Tribal marriage, blood fusion? So many people, so fast... Well, it really should be like this, the sooner the better..."
After hearing Miawa's suggestion, Shulot pondered for a moment and made a decisive decision. He looked at the excited woman, stroked her red cheeks, and gave instructions in a deep voice.
"Miawa, I will select a group of loyal warriors from my guards to stay on the seaside! And the task of proposing marriage to them will be left to you. According to the tradition of the Totonak people
Go with customs and do things properly…”
"Yes! Your Highness!...Those married names circled in red..."
"Don't interfere yet, give your name to the chief priest Yin Cui. The newly established Inquisition in Haibin will take care of everything, in the name of God!"
The wind is getting stronger, and the drizzle is falling. The corn seeds sprout, and their roots are found in the soft earth. Moistened by the rain, the sown seeds will slowly grow and penetrate deep into the earth.
, until the roots are firmly rooted, holding the soil in your hands.
