Chapter One Thousand Twenty-eight: Grandmas Question
"Hmm? Running for ten days, crossing the peninsula, and fighting the invading deer tribe?"
Outside the winter camp in the mountains, the exploration captain Zuvarro's eyes flashed. He vaguely felt something, but it was not clear. The hunting captain Mu Quan did not give him time to think. He stretched out his hand to pull Zuvarro and headed towards the tribe.
The strong queue walked away.
"Come! Chief of the Kaibu tribe, look at the warriors of our Hot Spring Mountain tribe. They are all good at hunting! There are four palms in a team, and there are ten teams in the tribe! Whether it is the deer tribe from the north or the island tribe that is attacking from the south,
None of them can compare with the mighty Yamabe!…”
Listening to the words of the hunting captain Mu Quan, Zuvalo pursed his lips and looked at the warriors at the Hot Spring Mountains carefully. He looked at the chubby, simple faces, and then at the complex people behind these warriors.
Gong, his heart trembled slightly.
"Lord God! 200 warriors and 20 elite hunters! Look at the reindeer tribesmen... three people and one soldier. I am afraid there are more than 800 people in this hot spring mountain!... I didn't expect that in such a situation.
How could such a large northern tribe gather in such a bitter cold land?…We have never seen such a large tribe on the extreme northern coast east of the island chain along our journey!…”
The exploration captain Zuvarro walked past the standing queue with a smile on his face and a friendly nod. The Yamabe warriors in the queue were chatting in low voices while looking at the three Kaibu envoys curiously. Facing the envoys of a strange tribe
, the faces of the people in the mountain tribe were not only curious, but also clearly wary! This kind of vague vigilance and caution rarely appeared on the faces of the simple tribes in the northern continent.
"Witness the Lord God! These Jiao people tribes across the ocean are very thoughtful and have many thoughts. They are obviously different from their compatriots on the northern continent. Their equipment is more sophisticated, their warriors are more orderly, and they have many reindeer and dogs. Their production capacity is
Their organizational skills are much higher... Even if the climate is colder and there are no warm sea currents on the extreme north coast, they still gather a large tribe of nearly a thousand people! And look at their camp, the neat rows of tents
The ground and the den seemed to be full of people and dogs..."
Zuvalo, the exploration captain, looked around the camp and looked at the level of the buildings in Yamabe, with thoughts flashing in his eyes. All of this should be what the grandmother chief of Yamabe wanted him to see.
In the camps in the mountains, there are many gray and yellow leather tents, almost connected together. The simple underground shelters are only for emergency and food storage, while the leather tents are the main residence of each family. The tribesmen first used sturdy short-term tents.
The branches are set up in a circle to support each other, forming the spire and frame of the tent. Then, large pieces of deerskin, bear skin, and sealskin are carefully wrapped around the outside of the frame to form a waterproof and cold-proof skin. The tent roof is naturally formed
The spire and small holes are the flue for ventilation and ventilation.
"Well, there is a shortage of wood in the mountains, so they use such light and warm leather tents. And this kind of leather tents are easy to move, and apart from being very expensive, there are no shortcomings... Well, the food in the mountains seems to be plentiful. It can be
Find a way to trade some!…”
Next to the leather tent, there are some strong female tribesmen who are handling food for the winter. Their bodies are very strong, comparable to the men of the tribe. They skillfully use stone knives to handle the old, frozen or frozen
They looked at the injured reindeer, not caring about the blood and howling. They carefully peeled off the complete deer skin and cut out large pieces of deer meat. Then, they bulged their strong arms and hung the fresh meat pieces on each
On the meat drying rack, you can use sunlight, cold, wind and snow to make freeze-dried meat that is durable for storage.
Soon, when the female tribesmen saw the hunters returning empty-handed, they were busy with their hands and shouting loud greetings! They took on the momentum of the head of the family and questioned the men about their harvest, but just now they had held their heads high.
The elite hunters with their chests puffed out suddenly became embarrassed and a little nervous.
"Ancestors witness! We are not going out for hunting this time. We are ordered by the old grandmother to bring back important 'guests'!...Uh, I want to take the 'guests' to see the old grandmother and won't come back for dinner at night!...What! Daughter?
Where is she? Don't worry, this is the arrangement of the old grandmother!...Uh! Don't scare me, I won't come back until she comes back! I have to keep vigil for the old grandmother..."
The hunting captain, Mu Quan, was also scolded a few times, which fully demonstrated who is the head of the family. He glanced awkwardly at Zuvalo, who didn't understand the language, and pointed to the warmest big tent in the recess of the mountain, saying seriously
said.
"The ancient Renlu is watching us! Leader of the Kaibu, follow me! The old grandmother is waiting for you in the shaman's tent! Her name is Mulu Mountain Mother, the tribe's Renlu and the sacred mountain
‘s mother…”
Exploration captain Zuvalo nodded slightly, took a final look at the busy winter scene in the valley, and walked towards the deepest shaman tent.
As soon as he approached the big tent, Zuvalo smelled a pungent aroma, which seemed to be a mixture of herbs, blood and pine wood. When he opened the big tent, lowered his head and stepped inside, he saw an old and vicissitudes of life.
The old grandmother, sitting cross-legged on the rare white deerskin, looked over with sharp eyes.
"The Lord God bless you! The shaman chief of the mountain tribe praises the immortal gods and guides us to meet!..."
The exploration captain Zuvarro bowed his head and saluted, with a sincere smile on his face. The old grandmother opposite did not answer immediately. She just narrowed her eyes and carefully looked at the "guest" in front of her. Her eyes swept over the bronze "guest"
The weapon, strong leather armor, also swept across the opponent's gold amulet and obsidian jewelry. After a moment, she spoke in an old and deep voice.
"Head of Kaibu, Yamabu welcomes you! Yamabu and Kaibu are members of the same clan who have been married for generations, and are brother tribes that have been separated for a long time... Come, sit across from me, and let's have a good chat!..."
Exploration captain Zuvarro raised his eyebrows, nodded slightly, and sat down carefully opposite the old grandmother.
"Blessed by the ancestors! The leader of Haibu, the towering sacred mountain is the boundary of the sea and the most eye-catching symbol on the sea. I think he also guided your big ship to the territory of Shanbu. You and Mu Dog met at the foot of the sacred mountain.
We expressed goodwill and greetings to each other, and drank the deer blood of our brothers... It was the sacred mountain that allowed us to meet, and it also told us the enlightenment of the sacred mountain!..."
The old grandmother Mulushanmu spoke the Chukchi language of the tribe, which is similar to the language of the Unanga people. Her voice was old and clear, and she spoke every word, which was not only easy to translate, but also had a taste of northern ice and snow.
If you look closely, you can see that she is wearing a ceremonial deer skull hat and an ancient leather robe with carved patterns. She has a deer bone staff and a bristle stick woven from reindeer tail hair.
These ancient objects are all shamanic tools passed down from generation to generation. The deer skull hat and deer bone staff all come from the mythical Ren Deer. The ancient leather robes are inherited from the original ancestors and shamans. The short bristle staff is
It is the blessing of the sacred mountain and the sky, and it accepts the attachment of the soul after death. Therefore, the ancestors of Renlu and the sacred mountain and the sky are the divinity inherited by the old grandmother and the original source of her authority and respect.
However, after leading Yamabe for twenty years, the authority and will of the old grandmother Mu Lu Shan Mu come more from her wisdom, determination and ruthlessness, and have little to do with these ancient magic weapons!...
After a brief exchange of greetings, the old grandmother Mulu Shanmu spoke calmly. She looked at Zuwaro's young face and asked the topic frankly.
"Reindeer is the master of the snowfield, the ancestor and origin of our mountain tribe. This snowfield and mountains of reindeer are the territory that our mountain tribe has passed down from generation to generation! ...Headman of the Haibu tribe, you are bringing a big ship with you.
Warriors suddenly appeared in our mountain territory before the long winter, not far to the south of the tribe’s winter camp..."
"Headman of the Kaibu! We in the Yamabu don't like to fight, but we are never afraid of fighting, and have long been accustomed to fighting... But before I share the blood of my dear deer with you, I need to ask you carefully on behalf of the ancestors of the tribe:
You warriors from the Maritime Department came here from the distant seas in the east, braving the storm and cold wave, what is your purpose and what do you want to do?..."
