"The sun and the moon are two twin ancestral spirits, spiritual beings with great spirits. The sun is the ancestral spirit of day and summer, dryness and warmth on land. The moon is the ancestral spirit of night and winter, the ancestral spirit of rain and cold under the sea... They chase
It rises from the land and sets from the sea, making the summer days long and the winter nights long..."
In the igloo hut of the Kusi people, the fleet leaders sat around the fire pit, eating stewed salmon soup and listening to the village elder Woki singing the myths and epics of the Kusi tribe. Although
, everyone did not understand the language and could not understand the chants of Elder Woji, but these ancient epics were narrated in a low and mute voice, which brought with them a strange and reassuring feeling.
Trout has a tradition of migrating to spawn in the Shuo River. It is the fish that these fishermen who live along the river and sea catch the most. On an already cold night, it is easy to drink a bowl of warm trout soup and grill some.
The scallops and crabs I picked up made me feel comfortable all over. The only drawback was that the energy of these foods was not very high. Except for some beans as vegetables, there were no filling grains.
"The Kusi tribe, at least in this bay, is mainly engaged in fishing and hunting."
Mikey the Knowledgeable observed the situation in the hut through the bonfire. The small huts of the Kus people are somewhat similar to those of the Viyot people, both of which are like pottery bowls with domes turned upside down. But the huts of the Kus people
, it is obviously much smaller, so you can stand straight in the room with your head down, the material is also lighter and thinner, and the walls are thicker.
The lightness mentioned here means that there are fewer wooden frames and more branches are built. A slight sniff reveals the aroma of fir and the faint smell of eucalyptus. The thick walls refer to the large amount of reeds filled in.
, thatch and pine needles, and a thick layer of clay on the outermost lake.
"Low thatched huts, thick walls... The winter here should be very windy and very cold. The light materials should be used to facilitate chasing catches and prey, and migrating when necessary..."
The knowledgeable Mickey's eyes flashed and he looked around carefully. He didn't see the tool bowl for grinding corn or the stored pumpkins. Instead, he saw dried berries, air-dried rabbit meat, and hanging smokers.
Fish. And in the corner of the house, there were very fine blue grass, deerskin rugs, some small bone ornaments, and a grass-woven fishing net. He touched his chin and had an understanding of the living conditions of the Kusi people.
A clearer understanding.
"Well... the climate here is no longer suitable for corn and pumpkins. Apart from simply growing some beans, the Kusi people are almost a hunting tribe. As for fishing, hunting and gathering, the food source is very unstable and they cannot afford to feed too many.
There are so many people... No wonder there are only more than a hundred people in this tribe! I am afraid that the tribes in this area are all of this size and very loose..."
Thinking of this, the knowledgeable Mickey pondered for a while, then looked at the hunter Tuowu.
"Tuowu, can you use the communication method of the Northland to make a good comparison and ask him where there are large tribal villages in this area?..."
The short night passed in the midst of difficult exchanges, and the morning came in the broad morning light. At dawn, everyone woke up from their huts, and the Coos people in the village had already begun to get busy, fishing in the Coos Bay area.
Making preparations.
Yes, this excellent harbor was named after the Coos people in later generations, called Coos Bay. However, in the brutal colonial wave, the Coos people lost almost all their tribes, lands and
Language, in the end, only a few place names were left, proving their past existence.
Five long boats docked in the wide and extended Coos Bay. Many Coos fishermen gathered around the long boats and looked curiously. They wanted to know how big a tree such a large long boat was made of.
Yes, and how many fish can be loaded at one time.
When they first met, the Kus fishermen were still a little instinctively wary of the fleet they had never seen before. But after the expedition leader Zuvalo presented some practical and warm cotton cloths, the Kus people showed gentleness.
Friendly character, he even gave back a few king crabs he picked up. Well, king crabs have no meat, hard shells, and can damage fishing nets. They are one of the catches that the Kusi people despise. They are in this area
There are no natural enemies offshore, there are many of them, and they are worthless.
"Zuvarro, this bay is very long, extending for forty to fifty miles. There are three very long rivers, which come from the north, east, and south. The long river in the south goes sixty or seventy miles upstream to the south.
, is a river valley that is protected from the wind. There is the only large tribe of the Kusi people with a population of a thousand people, the Valley Department."
Mikey the Knowledgeable stood by the bay, looking around at the green hills and plains, and at the brown mountains in the far northeast. This is a natural port with convenient transportation, and a large area of fertile riverside soil that can be cultivated. Although the climate is cold and the wind is strong
Big, but as long as they bring the potatoes…
"God bless us! We can open up this harbor without having to go south and compete with the Kusi people for the warm inland valley. The big Kusi tribe there, I don't know what their attitude will be. And the Kusi fishermen here
,most of them are friendly!…”
"Praise the Lord God! Then be here!"
Exploration captain Zuvalo nodded, reached out and pointed to the south of the harbor where the rivers meet, and said with a smile.
"It's right here! There is a bay, a river, and a small lake with fresh water. We will build a new port right here. Well, its name... Elder Waukee said that they are people from the south who moved from the north.
People from the south...then the port in this bay is called...called Nangang!"
Hearing this, the knowledgeable Mickey's eyes twitched and he rubbed his eyebrows. He was keenly aware that according to Zuvalo's naming habits, there must be another "Beigang" behind it. Such a name... He was about to speak,
However, he saw Zuvalo approaching the first-level evangelist priest Keshu with a smile on his face, and whispered something. The other party looked surprised, but there was also some hesitation in the surprise.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Lord God! Let me manage the port?! Uh, with the Kus woman..."
"Ahem! We left fifty people and one long boat to build the kingdom's south port here."
Exploration captain Zuvalo looked solemn and gave stern instructions.
"Keshu! You must work hard for the kingdom! Winter is coming, and farming must wait until next year. You must go out to sea to catch fish, smoke them and store them after drying them. You must imitate the style of the Kus people and build enough
Hut. They also need to cut down enough wood and store it in the camp..."
"Witness the Lord God! You have a lot to do, so you must seize the time! Of course, you must also try your best to deal with each other flexibly, get 'help' from the surrounding Kusi people, and carry out missionary work. They are very friendly, and the tribe is also very friendly.
They are loose and may migrate in winter, so we should try to 'leave' them as much as possible... Priest Keshu, do you understand?"
"Yes! I...I understand."
The Coco Tree Priest pursed his lips and nodded heavily. His name is a simplified version of the Coco Tree, which symbolizes his status as a descendant of a noble family.
"Blessed by the Lord God! The kingdom will definitely lay down a solid foundation in this harbor!"
"Okay! Very good! As a kingdom priest, you should have such determination!"
Exploration Captain Zuvallo nodded with satisfaction. He glanced at the confused Knowledgeable Mickey and whispered again.
"Remember! As long as there is corn, try to make pancakes first and eat them in your mouth! What I have left for you are beautiful cloth, drunken wine, and some herbs... By then, the Kusi people will have no choice but to
Admit it, you relatives... must be flexible, flexible, must be flexible! Do you understand?"
"Yes!...Captain."
Priest Keshu lowered his eyes, nodded slightly, and promised.
"When you come back, the population of Nangang will definitely double..."
"Be more courageous! Flip twice! One can have two!..."
Exploration captain Zuvalo looked calm, as if he was explaining something very serious. Then, he looked at the knowledgeable Mickey, who was walking towards him with a suspicious look on his face, and said with a smile.
"Mickey! Let's stay here for a few days, help build some huts, and then continue north! I heard that not far to the north is another group of people who worship the sun?..."
Hearing this, Mikey, the knowledgeable man, raised his eyebrows, and his attention was diverted. He nodded, looked to the north, and answered affirmatively.
"Zuvarro, I asked! Continue north, walk on land for three days, and after about one hundred and sixty miles, you will find a group of sun-worshiping tribes, the Siuslaw people!..."
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