"Ouch~ahhh~~um~ouch~~"
The melodious whale song floats on the white and blue sea, like an eternal call from the sea. The singing of this ancient creature is so far-reaching and vast, and so shocking, even if it is hundreds of miles away
, can be heard clearly.
"Oooh~oh~ah~ouch~"
Seven or eight gigantic big-finned whales gradually surfaced from the sea in the song of whales. They turned their graceful arcs and rolled up the waves on the seashore. Hundreds of meters below the sea surface, they heard the sound coming from the far south.
Then he also started singing, using similar melody to the children of the ocean, echoing happily and leisurely with the whales far away in the horizon.
In this era, these leisurely whales in the deep sea are "sons of the ocean" with no natural enemies, sacred beasts worshiped by boundless coastal tribes, and the true rulers of the deep sea. And among the whales, they communicate with each other through distant whale songs.
, it is the fastest and most rapid communication method in this era!
These low-frequency songs, full of emotions and greetings, can travel 1.4 kilometers per second in the boundless blue ocean, and can be heard by their kind within 2000-3000 kilometers. At this moment, these two singing songs
The corresponding pod of whales, one comes from the whale harbor where whales gather five thousand miles away, and the other swims around the great whale harbor in Shenzhou. Their joyful duet songs, even if they are separated by five thousand miles, only last an hour.
It’s just a delay!
"Oh! Lord God, Lord Buddha! What a captivating song! It's high-pitched for a while, low for a while, and never stops... It's really like the singing of a mermaid in the sea, it can penetrate deep into the soul, as if it has sucked my soul away.
gone!…"
The songs of the whales echoed around the verdant whale island, and also enveloped the seaside port and the hundreds of tribes at the port camp. Translator Watanabe Masumi stood on the white-brown beach with his eyes wide open, looking at the ups and downs of the sea.
The figure is also listening to the long and free songs of those giant beasts.
The parts of these shocking whale songs that can be heard by people are always high-pitched and low-pitched, just like the intertwined peaks and valleys. They not only describe the calm sea, but also sing about unknown things.
seabed…
"The sun and the moon shine in the eyes when entering and exiting, the sea rises and falls, and the gods only appear in the body... This vast East China Sea, just like what is said in the "Kojiki", is the origin of the gods and the earth!... And
These giant beasts in the East China Sea must be the descendants of the gods left in the sea!..."
"Praise the ancient gods! Is this port the island where the East China Sea sharks live? There are so many giant sea beasts around, and there are even totems that worship the giant beasts... Oh! These Jiaoman tribes are actually one
They are all so tall, as if they have inherited the bloodline of sea beasts...ah! This...is this the ancient settlement of the ancient sharks?..."
Translator Watanabe turned around and looked at the Kingdom's sacred Whale Harbor, the low, pointed tents erected, and the many dug-out caves and cellars. Two to three hundred of them were one meter seven.
Eight tribesmen, wearing various shapes of leather robes, with bare legs and feet, are busy in the camp by the sea.
Some of them are repairing fishing canoes, some are polishing flint harpoons, some are drying whitened smoked fish, some are processing bloody deerskin and rabbit skins, and some are on the grass by the river.
I don’t know what I’m digging for...
"Uh! This friendly port village... is really... really... not that far back in time... with a simple style like our ancestors!..."
Translator Watanabe opened his eyes wide and stared blankly at the simple Kingdom Port. He racked his brains, and after a while, he came up with the comment that "the ancient times are not far away, and the simple ancestors are here". This journey has been
, he originally thought that the villages of the Kamchatka Mountain Deer tribe were already "simple" enough, but he did not expect that the Jiaoren villages here would be even more "simple"...
"Watanabe-kun, Watanabe! Come here for dinner! ... God bless you! We docked at the port today. We finally have fresh wild vegetables and full rice crackers! Haha, there is also fresh fish soup! ..."
"Huh? Fish soup? Da Gu, haven't you eaten enough fish yet?... We were at sea, eating smoked fish for almost two months. Now I smell fish, and my stomach is turning like a tide..."
"Ha! This is the fish soup I made, with kelp, chili peppers and spices added! This small bag of chili peppers and I don't know what delicious spices I finally got after repairing the bronze armor for the warriors on the ship.
The reward!…”
Hearing Otani's bragging, translator Watanabe smiled and walked to the campfire. He watched Otani working skillfully, cooking fish soup in a clay pot, adding some tender kelp and wild vegetables,
Then he carefully added a pinch of salt, chili pepper and precious spices. Then, Da Gu looked at the fire, picked up a few bunches of branches next to the fire, wrapped his hands with his sleeves, and pulled off two small roasted potatoes.
.
"Come on, Watanabe, the fish soup will take a while...these two rice crackers are roasted, you can eat one first!"
"Hey! Otani, I thought you could only make fires and forge iron, but I didn't expect that your cooking skills are not bad at all!"
"Ha! Fire is also used for blacksmithing, and fire is also used for cooking. It's all Kagutsuchi, the God of Fire...Oh no, it's all blessed by the Lord God!...Blessed by the Lord God! To be honest, my cooking skills are probably better than my ironwork skills.
The craftsmanship needs to be better... Huh! It's so hot! Hiss!..."
Otani smiled and blew on the hot potatoes. Then, he pulled the potato skins a few times and couldn't wait to stuff the potatoes into his mouth. Even though his teeth hurt from being burned, he didn't want to put them in.
I spit out the potato and swallowed it hard instead.
"Huh! It smells good! It smells so good!... Watanabe, I haven't eaten such delicious food in two or three months! It's so full and sticky, and it tastes like real rice.
!…”
Da Gu raised his head, exhaled a breath of hot air from his throat, and groaned with satisfaction. After wandering on the sea for so long, it was really a pleasure to eat this kind of rice-like grain! As for the ocean-covering ship, it was originally brought
All the remaining rice and millet were confiscated by the Jiao people warriors. It is said that the Jiao people tribe had no rice, and they wanted to use the rice to grow food, but they could not eat any of it.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Hoo! God bless you! If you can't eat rice from your hometown, you can only eat this small, egg-like rice cracker..."
Translator Watanabe took a bite of potatoes and exhaled with satisfaction. Then, he looked at the potato in his hand, which was about the size of an egg, and asked with some confusion.
"Hey! Dagu, are there any fresh rice crackers on the ship? Where did you get these rice crackers? They couldn't have been stolen, right?..."
"Witness the Lord! Watanabe, what are you talking about? Am I, Otani Kengo, a thief?...This small bag of rice crackers is an iron dagger I made before, which I exchanged from the Jiaoren warriors at the port camp.
Coming!…”
"What! As a samurai, you changed your personal dagger just for this stutter?..."
"Damn it! Watanabe, if you don't want to eat it, don't eat it!..."
Otani Takeru's eyes widened, like a cat being poked, and he jumped up and scolded. Then, he lowered his head and did not look into Watanabe's eyes. He just touched his empty waist and said with some dismay.
"Ahem! The dagger is gone, but it can still be used for shooting in the future. I haven't eaten rice for several months...Besides, these Jiaoren tribes don't regard us as warriors, just as craftsmen...keep one or two
What’s the use of a dagger?…”
"Hey! We have been licking blood with our swords and have been warriors for so many years!...But now, among these fierce Jiaoren tribes, everyone has to rely on the skills of craftsmen and translators to survive..."
Hearing this, Watanabe Masumi also sighed. He lowered his head and ate potatoes silently for a while, then suddenly thought of something and asked.
"Da Gu, you just said...are these rice crackers produced on the island here?..."
"Yes! The Jiao warriors on the island brought me a bag of newly harvested rice crackers directly from the cellar... Look, in the fields by the river, the dozens of busy tribesmen are growing rice.
Guo...hey! Priest Mickey, he is also in that field!..."
"My lord! This place is so far north, even further north than Katsuyama Hall!... The weather here is so cold, how can we grow this kind of strange rice cracker?!..."
Hearing this, Masumi Watanabe was startled, and his eyes suddenly flashed. The rice and millet grown in the countryside of Japan had reached its limit when it reached the south bank of Ezo land. This was also the reason why the Kazuto settlement was only in Ezo.
The reason is because if you go further north, neither rice nor millet will survive.
However, this kind of cute "rice cracker" is actually so cold-resistant and can grow in such a cold place! If possible, bring the cold-resistant "rice cracker" back to Ezo land...
"God bless you! Ogu, priest Mickey, are you also in the rice fruit field by the river?... Then after I finish drinking the fish soup, I will go and take a look!..."
This chapter has been completed!