Chapter 888: Descendants of the Sun Worshipers, the 'Field' of the Shuslawians
In September, the four longships of the Kingdom continued to set off from the camp in South Port, bidding farewell to the newly established camp of huts, as well as the fifty Kingdom crew members on the shore, and a dozen newly joined tribal women.
"We came from the north... They went to the north... We reached the river, which is where the tribes separated!... In the black forest, on the white beach, in the cold wind of autumn and winter, this kind of separation is...
Just like our ancestors!…”
Elder Woki of the Kusi people, with more than a hundred tribesmen, sang songs about farewell to relatives and friends. The muddy tone with stops, fricatives, fricatives and nasal sounds was full of a low and desolate flavor. The Kusi people
The language is a special Coosan language, which is different from the surrounding tribes on three sides. In these ancient songs, there seems to be some unique secret hidden in the origin of the ancient tribe...but they all disappeared in later generations, never to be seen again.
Hard to hear.
As the fleet continued to go north, long stretches of white sand dunes appeared along the way, for more than a hundred miles. Under the sunshine of early autumn, they were soft and beautiful, like the long feathers left by the egret divine bird in tribal mythology, on the coast.
The edges spread out.
In later generations, the name of this sand dune was called Umpqua Beach. And the wide Umpqua River flows from the upper reaches of the beach, three to four hundred miles inland. The name "Umpqua" comes from
The origin also refers to the Umpqua people, an Indian tribe that hunts in the upper reaches of the forest. And this term is also the self-proclaimed name of the Umpqua people in the Penutian language family, "people of the land and homeland."
The fleet sailed past the white "Home" beach and saw no trace of the Umpqua people. These hunters in the mountains are very good at hiding. They will only look at the mountains and forests in the east and will not rashly appear on the beach in a small boat. And very soon
Quickly, what appeared in a small boat on the white coast were the Siuslaw people who also belong to the Penutian language family and speak Coastal Penutian language.
The language of the Shuslau people can be barely communicated with the fleet through two tribal hunters, Lotte and Tou, after translating it twice. The translation book of the Cedar Shaman also records some simple vocabulary. The tribes on these coasts worship
Sun, in the peaceful coastal valley in the north, has built villages of various sizes. And these villages belong to the same large tribe of Shuslau, called the Chaoyang tribe.
Mikey, the knowledgeable man, never thought that in the north of Coos Bay, which is a loose tribe with at most one or two hundred people, but only two hundred miles away in the river valley, there would be a large tribe of more than 2,000 people! And when he and the Chaoyang tribe
When I met the Sun Shaman, this unexpected feeling became even stronger.
"What tribe do you belong to? Where are you from? Where are you going?"
"We are the tribe in the lake, coming from the far south and going to the far north!"
"Why are you going to the north? You must know that there is nothing in the north, it is desolate white and brown. We came here from the far north..."
"Well... for us, in the north, there are prophetic predictions and huge bays... This is the guidance of the sun!..."
"Oh! Chinook's guidance, the tribe's prophet..."
Hearing this, Chinook, the shaman of the Chaoyang Tribe, smiled. The Shuslau people worshiped the sun, and every shaman of the Chaoyang Tribe was named after the sun, called "Chinook."
He touched his chin and said meaningfully.
"The great sun Chinook rises and sets, and the place he looks at is our Chaoyang tribe. Hundreds of years ago, the great shaman Chinook received the guidance of the sun and led the tribe from the far north.
Here, he led the tribe to plant fields with enlightenment on the white sandy beaches and coasts of the sun and obtain stable food..."
"But hundreds of years later, you are guided by the sun to the cold extreme north... It seems that our sun is not the same..."
"God bless you! Dear Chinook Shaman, how can people see the whole picture of the sun? The sun will continue to rise and set, appearing in different positions in the sky. Perhaps our sun, although it has different guidance
, but it will be the same one!…”
"Oh? The same changing sun? Maybe! The descendants of the sun will never refuse the future guided by the sun... As long as He is truly full of light and warmth..."
After a thoughtful reply, the elderly shaman Chinook smiled and waved his hand.
"The tribes who came in the longship, thank you for your gift of cloth and metal weapons! You can repair it in the Chaoyang Department and exchange some food fairly. It is the autumn of harvest, and the food of the tribe is quite abundant... and we eat
Things, enlightenment from the great shaman Chinook, actually exist in other tribes, but not as much as here..."
"Huh? Harvest autumn? Shaman's enlightenment?... The northern tribes here should not have potatoes. The temperature is so low, and the land along the coast is so salty... What do the Shuslau people want to harvest?"
Mickey the Knowledgeable left the chief's longhouse full of questions. He stood on the edge of the sand dunes and shrubs, staring at the rare wooden longhouse in front of him, silent.
According to the fleet's experience along the way, the appearance of this kind of longhouse proves that the scale of a single tribe is large to a certain extent, and it has one or several chiefs or shamans with high status. Likewise, this is also
This means that the tribes here do not need to migrate. They mainly focus on farming and have a stable food supply, which means there are many "fields".
“The fields of the Siuslawites?…”
The Knowledgeable Mickey pondered for a long time until the exploration captain Zuvalo looked surprised and called out excitedly.
"Mickey! Mickey! Come here, come here!"
When Mickey the Knowledgeable heard the news, he saw Zuvalo standing on a barren hill covered with weeds, waving to him from a distance. He walked over in confusion, only to see Zuvalo squatting on the ground.
, dug out a long "weed" more than one meter high. Then, he watched Zuwaro, break off a section of the light yellow root system of the weed, stuff it into his mouth, and chew it.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Uh?! Zuvalo! Eating grass roots randomly? You don't want your life?!"
"Haha! Witness the Lord God! Mickey, this time, you know less than me."
Exploration captain Zuvaro smiled proudly and raised his head. He chewed the sweet grass roots and actually tasted the taste of raw sweet potatoes.
"This weed is actually a 'field' grown in Chaoyang! This one-meter-high weed is actually their 'sun bean'. Well, it should be a kind of wild pea. Both the roots and the fruit are edible.
, so sweet!”
Zuvarro searched carefully for a while and picked out a bunch of pods. Then he broke open the pods, poured the beans into his mouth, chewed them, and found that they were still sweet.
"Here! You should try it too. I asked the local tribesmen, and after a long discussion, they told me that they had planted all the crops on this barren hill, and they could eat them all! ... By the way, I also saw them.
They are picking bracken from the ground..."
With that said, exploration captain Zuvarro searched around and found two kinds of bracken from around the wild peas. One kind had curly leaves, like bear paws, which were very fresh and tender. Zuvarro picked off a few.
Put a piece of young leaf in your mouth and chew it, your eyes will light up.
"Eh? Although it's a bit astringent, it's very delicious!"
Hearing this, Mikey, the knowledgeable man, pondered for a while and tasted it carefully. This fern tastes very good and is a fern planted intentionally in Chaoyang. Like vetch, it is salt-alkali tolerant and suitable for the coast.
Vegetable crops in the wilderness. Of course, there is a lot of starch in the rhizomes of vetches. If grown in large quantities, it can be used as a staple food.
"Well, what is this last one?"
The knowledgeable Mickey lowered his head and looked at the last type of thorn fern with triangular leaves in his hand. He couldn't help but put it in his mouth, tasted it carefully, and tasted it again.
"A bit bitter...a bit grassy...well, not as delicious as the bear's paw fern!..."
Mikey, the knowledgeable man, was thinking doubtfully when he heard Zuvallo calling him again. At some point, the other person had already gone to the coast and was staring at something carefully.
"Mikey! Look! These are still the fields of the Shuslau people, but they are sea fields! Look, they should be growing some kind of kelp, and there are clumps of seaweed! ...Interesting! What an interesting tribe!"
Mickey the Knowledgeable came to the seaside, lowered his head, and carefully observed the seafield of the Shuslau people. It was said to be a seafield, but it was actually a small circle of seawall formed by digging a little in the shallow sea and using wooden poles. The periphery of the small circle
, and there are crude but practical fishing cages. In the tidal flats and seawalls inside, dense seaweed and kelp are planted. Under the clear sunshine in autumn, these crops in the water float quietly and grow quietly.
It is also waiting for the tribesmen to collect and harvest it.
"Hmm... It's really interesting! The fields on land are used to grow wild peas, bear's paw fern, and thorn fern. The fields on the sea are used to grow seaweed and kelp, and also catch fish... This inheritance from the Chaoyang Department is indeed extraordinary!"
"Blessed by the Lord God! The tribe led by the sun also has the wisdom of the sun...Sun Shaman Chinook..."
The two were talking when Mikey, the knowledgeable man, suddenly shook his head.
"Zuvarro... have you noticed that the sun is suddenly moving?"
"Uh? Mickey, what did you say?"
"I said, the sun is moving...uh!...It's setting!...Ah?..."
As he spoke, Mikey, the knowledgeable man, exclaimed and fainted on the beach. The warm sunshine shone on him, like a salted fish with foaming at the mouth...
