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Chapter 849 The Second Kingdom Exploration, By the Heron River

The heavy rain in July came from the Caribbean Sea, crashing and sloping on the coast of this northern land. Outside the small village of the Huastec people, the water level of the long river surged. And the small lakes near the seaside also gathered together.

, forming a large lake tens to hundreds of miles long.

"What is the name of this lake in the rainy season?"

The old militiaman squatted at the door of the village chief's hut, watching the heavy rain outside the house, while chatting with the wrinkled village elder. The village elder looked timid, cautious, and answered with his head lowered.

"Sir...this is the mangrove lake."

"Don't call me Master...call me...forget it, don't be afraid, just do whatever you want! What do you mean, Mangrove Lake?"

"Yes! It's called that because there is a large mangrove forest around it."

"oh!"

The old militiaman smiled kindly. He did not feel resentful because of the village elder's previous report. On the contrary, he was even a little grateful. If the village elder had not attracted the canine warriors, he would not have had the chance to meet his own

son.

"So, what about this long river? What is its name?"

"Sir, this long river is called the Heron River. There are many herons staying by the river. From the uppermost reaches to the seaport here, there are all these big white birds... so it is called the Heron River."

"Is this also the name you gave me?"

"No, it's not. That's what the original tribe of this area, the Janambuli people, called it. Some people seem to call it the 'River of Flowers' because there are many flowers along the river, and they are full of flowers in spring and summer..."

"The Heron River...the River of Flowers...what a beautiful river!..."

Hearing this, the old militiaman Chihuaco nodded. He recalled the scene by the river, recalling the large wetlands, flowers and birds, with a smile on his face.

"How long is this river? Where does it go upstream?"

Hearing this, the village elder frowned and thought for a while before speaking in a low voice.

"Sir, this river is very, very long... It takes many days of rowing upstream to the west to reach Warrior Lake. And I heard people say that it flows down from the wasteland further to the west... As for the specifics, I don't know.

ah!…"

“Warrior Lake…”

The old militiaman pondered for a while and nodded again. He did not embarrass the village elders, but quietly looked at the heavy rain outside the house and the long river in the heavy rain.

In fact, the name of this long river in later generations was Rio Soto La Marina, a thousand-mile-long river in northeastern Mexico that originated from the highland wilderness in the west. They were near the outlet of the river.

The Sotola Marina Wetland Delta is famous for its beautiful scenery and prosperous birds. The prosperous flocks of birds have stayed for a long time and have spread natural fertilizers for thousands of years, bringing extremely fertile land.

In other words, this is a suitable place for farming, and the entire Heron River is hundreds of miles up and down!

The old militiaman looked at the wide long river for a while, and then moved his eyes to a highland near the river. There, two acres of cassava fields had been cultivated, and a new branch had sprouted. And the vitality was so strong that it could nourish the entire land.

Crops are taking root and sprouting there.

“Do you remember how to grow cassava?”

"Remember, sir."

The village elder made a sad face and replied in a low voice.

"The villagers in the village also remember it."

Hearing this, the old militiaman smiled with satisfaction. He grabbed his son and planted the land for two days. But the boy couldn't bear it anymore, so he called the villagers over and started planting with his father. The old militiaman

He wanted to beat his son, but Chippawa ran away and retorted.

"Dad! I'm an elite centurion. If you let me farm, aren't you going to make the tribal warriors look down on me? Besides, I'm not that good at it, and I can easily forget what I have learned. What if I remember it wrong?

Is your education in vain?... I asked fifty men from the village to learn from you! If you teach them well, it means I know how to do it!..."

"Ah, that's right!...I'm going to take the warriors to Warrior Lake! I have to tell Sister Alan your news personally, and then get your longship back. She doesn't like the Mexicans, but

For my sake, I will definitely help you!…”

"You kid!..."

The old militiaman chased for a long time, but with his old arms and legs, he couldn't catch up at all. He had no choice but to let his son go and focus on the villagers. And the performance of these villagers was indeed better than that of the wilderness warrior Chipawa.

, much better, and more reassuring for him.

Thinking of this, he looked at the village elders squatting beside him and asked in a deep voice.

"How to harvest cassava? How to eat it? Memorize it again."

"Uh... dig out that... root piece... then soak it in water for a day or two... wash it... peel it... cut it into pieces... you can eat it after it's cooked..."

"anything else?"

"Uh...it can also be ground into powder, like corn flour, and made into pancakes..."

"What is it that you must never forget?"

"Well…"

"Um?"

"Oh! It's soaked in water. You must soak it in water and peel it, otherwise it's poisonous and will kill you if you eat it..."

The village elder had a bitter look on his face and sighed in his heart. These things can poison people, but if they have to plant them and eat them, isn't that too long for their lives? But he didn't dare not listen to what the old man said, and he had to memorize it...

"Um!"

After hearing this, the old militiaman smiled with satisfaction. He just smiled, put his arm around the village elder's shoulders, and said leisurely.

"Brother!... That boy brought people here and ate all the turkeys and grains in the village... I planted this cassava field... Consider it a gift to you!..."

"Yes...yes! Master...whatever you say is right, I will listen to you!..."

The heavy rain is pouring, irrigating the new cassava fields on this warm and humid northern coast. Two old guys farming, squatting at the entrance of the thatched house, looking at the green land and the long

The river is like a freehand pastoral painting.

It rained heavily on the beach for three or four days, and then it cleared up again. Several canoes came from the upper reaches along the roaring river. On the bow of the boat, the wilderness warrior Chipawa held his head high, with a look on his face.

Arrogantly, he brought back the order from the little chief Alan and told the canine captain Ebony Lu in the village.

"Ebony Deer! Sister Alan said! Let you return the stolen longship to the Mexica people! And give them a weapon to defend themselves on the road! By the way, other armors, weapons and gems, we two

half each!"

"What? Half for one person?! Damn it! Chippawa, I'm going to beat the shit out of you with my fists!"

The canine captain Ebony Deer was furious and cursed loudly.

"You promise! You promise to live well! I will give you my life and everything!"

"Shit! I said at the time that I was going to kill them, so I gave you something to stop your mouth. But now, I haven't done anything, and Sister Alan even praised me for knowing the general situation and not being impulsive... Why should I be cheap?

You? This is my father’s thing. If I give you half, it’s considered good... Hurry up! Take the things out, don’t worry!..."

"O Lord God! O Ancestor! I will kill you! I will kill you!..."

The dog-born captain Ebony Deer cursed, rushed forward, punched to the flesh, and beat the wasteland warrior Chippawa. After the fight, he was bruised and swollen. He took out half of the fleet's things and became angry.

's left.

"Dad! Come with me! Sister Alan is waiting for you in Red Crow City in Warrior Lake!"

The wasteland warrior Chippawa also had a bruised nose and face, but his expression was triumphant. He jumped on the bow of the longship and fumbled around for a while. Then, he looked at his worried father and shouted with a smile.

"Let's go! Come up and row!... Let me take a ride on dad's big boat! I have never seen such a big boat!..."

Note: The map is in the Easter egg chapter, and it will take a while for review.


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