Chapter 1,328 The stone tablet of the Ming Empire, Nuer Gandusi!
"Chief of Yuskin! This collection of yours actually has a wall that is easy to defend, so many earthen houses, and a large field of barnyard grass for harvesting. This is really a good place!"
"Haha! This is the best place within ten days' journey! It is on the edge of a big river, and the terrain is very good. We are not afraid of floods in spring and summer. We migrated from the north to the south, and when we saw this place, we didn't want to leave.
!The tribe spent a lot of effort and killed many warriors before they defeated this place! No matter who it is, they can’t take this collection away from us!…”
Maha Aguda was carrying a stone hammer and with a proud face, he led Zuwaro into the camp. The abandoned camp was very large, with rivers on two sides and woods and swamps on the other two sides. There was a low earth wall around it.
, has been extending along the river, and two to three hundred acres of obvious barnyard fields are close to the earth wall, scattered inside and outside the camp. The barnyard fields are deep and shallow, and there are many weeds that have not been cleaned up. It’s just that the degraded barnyard grass is more tenacious and hairy.
The long ears swayed in the wind, even overpowering the weeds.
"Lord God! What a strange barnyard field! The color of this ear is very different from what I saw on Maoxili Island... Chief Yupi, was this barnyard field planted by the previous tribe? You need to take good care of it.
Take care of it so that you can harvest more tares and feed the entire tribe..."
"Haha! The leader of the ship, these barnyard fields were not planted by the previous tribe, they have been there for a long time! It seems that they were planted by the big tribe who built this collection a long time ago... To be honest, if the previous tribe hadn't done it for this
Katabeda will not fight us to the end..."
Maha Aguda stopped and looked at the mess of tares and weeds in the field. He couldn't help but shook his head in embarrassment. He was a good fighter and was the most brave among all the tribes. He even killed a tiger with his bare hands! But you let me
He came to plow the barnyard fields and worked with his head down in the messy fields? This would really cost him his life, and it would be a thankless effort, and he would not be able to harvest a few more barnyards.
"Captain of the ship, our tribe is not good at farming! As for farming to feed the tribe? Could it be that you eat too much spicy mushrooms, and you even make such a ridiculous joke?... From here, in all directions, there is a
There is no tribe in the world that can support themselves by growing tares!"
"This large field of tares, from the root of this wall to the forest over there, is harvested every single one. It is estimated that it can feed thirty people! These slightly poisonous things are harvested and saved by the tribe in autumn to survive the hardships.
It’s in the winter! And we still have to rely on hunting and fishing to eat on weekdays!… But with these barnyard grass, we can raise a few more horses, and even get a few pigs from the south to raise…”
Zuwaro blinked and estimated the area of two to three hundred acres of barnyard fields to feed thirty young people. That means eight acres can feed one person. It depends on God's mood... This kind of output is really impossible.
It supports purely farming tribes. In this vast forest swamp and river, all the tribes in the forest should be part-farming, part-fishing and hunting, and raising some livestock by the way.
"This place is further north than the island of Moshili. It must be very cold in winter! Kazuto's rice cannot be grown either, only this kind of cold-resistant tares... But I don't know if the Kingdom's potatoes can be grown here?..."
While Zuvalo was thinking, he followed Chief Yuskin into the collection. The large and small earthen houses were all square, somewhat similar to the houses in the kingdom, but they had thatched sloping roofs, not those in Central America.
There are a lot of flat-roofed houses, which shows that the size of the market town here used to be at least a thousand people. But now some houses have no roofs, some have half the wall collapsed, and there are only a few rooms that can be lived in.
The Yuskin Tribe has not rebuilt these houses, so they probably don’t know how to do so. Most of them live in lightweight pointed tents that can be dismantled and dragged around. As for these collapsed houses, they have become warehouses for storing tribal supplies and drying them.
Wall racks for meat, and stables for dogs and horses.
"Chief Yuskin! Do you know which large southern tribe built this abandoned collection and when it was built? How long has it been abandoned?..."
"Captain of the ship, I told you, we just captured this collection! No one knows which tribe this collection belonged to before and when it was built! But I can be sure that,
The large southern tribes that used to be here have completely left... If you walk south along the river for a month, you can't see their existence! There are only many abandoned villages left by them, but they are not as large as here...
"
Having said this, Maha Aguda shook all his muscles like a brown bear. He confidently raised the stone hammer and declared threateningly to the tribe that appeared on the boat.
"Shipmaker! In any case, this place is now the territory of our Maha tribe! I, Maha Aguda, will lead the tribe to guard here, continue our tribe, and crush the invading enemies! No matter who it is,
There is no way to take it away from us unless the last warrior of the Maha tribe dies in battle!…”
Hearing the threat in these words, Zuvalo shook his head and asked with a smile, "Maha Aguda" to the strong and fearless Maha chief.
"Maha Aguda, what if the previous owner of this place, the extremely powerful southern tribe, returns here again with thousands of warriors? Will you fight to the end?..."
"Uh! That's impossible!..."
"Why?"
"They can't possibly feed thousands of warriors! Even if there is such a powerful tribe that comes with thousands of warriors, they will eventually leave!... Because with so many warriors gathered here, they simply can't survive! Lin Zi
There are not so many game animals here, and it is impossible for them to live by growing tares. There is not so much arable land here that is not afraid of flooding, unless the forest is cut down and the swamps are drained!…”
"So, this large forest land can only support a few hundred tribes! This is the limit allowed by the gods and mountain spirits!..."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Maha Agu picked up the stone hammer and smashed it into the ground. Then, he looked into Zuvalo's eyes and threatened coldly.
"When the number of people is the same, we are not afraid of anyone! Including you, the tribe that makes the ship!..."
Zuvalo blinked, pondered for a while, and then asked with a smile.
"Maha Aguda, you occupy this place just for this barnyard field and the enclosure of the earthen hut where you can spend the winter?..."
"Of course! If not for this, why should we fight with the original tribe here? We have lost many warriors!..."
"What if the climate gets colder and colder, and even the weeds can no longer grow, and even the earthen huts cannot withstand the cold?... When the time comes, will you still stay here? Or will you migrate south again to find a better place?
A warm place?…”
“…Colder climate?…”
Maha Aguda frowned and looked at the chief who was talking about the gods and wearing feathers. He could vaguely see the prophecy of the shaman in the forest. He tugged on his long braid a little irritably, not knowing what to say.
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As a tribe of "born Jurchens" in the dense forests of the north, they do not have the tradition of shaving their hair and leaving pigtails like those "mature Jurchen" tribes in the south. They never shave their heads, and their long, trailing braids can still wrap around their necks in winter.
Keep warm…
"Chief of the ship! Shut your damn mouth! It took a lot of effort for the tribe to move here from the cold north of Haizi. I don't want to go south again! ... Every migration ends with endless tribes annexing
Fight with..."
"Here! The southern tribe altar you want to worship is right here! You can take people there by yourself! I'm too lazy to go in, it's full of blood, and I haven't cleaned it up yet!..."
"I have to get some meat to eat! Although the can of meat porridge is delicious, it's only a small one...chiliu!...You can see for yourself! Anyway, it's here!"
Zuvarro nodded and watched the fish-skinned chief leave before turning around. A strange-shaped "temple" with an octagonal stone guard tower, a tall temple hall, and nearby
The multi-story pagoda temple on the side completely unfolded before his eyes!
"Hey! This octagonal stone tower... looks very similar to the lanterns made by Kazuto! Could it be that the large southern tribe here and the large tribe of Kazuto all believed in the same gods?"
Zuvarro looked serious and carefully observed the octagonal stone tower and the lotus base under the stone tower. This seemed to be a mysterious religious symbol, and it was a very beautiful image, but it was difficult to understand the meaning.
"Hmm... an octagonal tower, a temple that believes in lotus? With such vivid carvings, the tribes who built this temple obviously have very high craftsmanship skills!... Wow! They can actually build such a small base with such a small base.
A tall building?!… Hiss! Or a multi-story building with a stone base and a wooden roof!…”
Zuvaro studied it carefully for a while, then looked at the multi-story pagoda temple on the side, with shock on his face.
Those pagoda temples are narrow and long, as if they were once very high. Even if most of them have collapsed, they are still as tall as three people! The Alliance also has a large temple that is more than 70 meters high, but in order to support such a high temple, it was built
With a base of several hundred meters in radius, it is almost impossible to build such a long and narrow pagoda temple, let alone using wood!…
"What a pity! Most of the carefully carved wooden parts in these pagoda temples have been removed... I guess they were made by local tribes and used the wood to burn fires?..."
Zuvarro pondered for a while, sighed with regret, and then walked towards the collapsed "temple" hall in the middle. This unknown "temple hall" showed a strange square shape. The roof seemed to be very high, but
The originally majestic main hall, which had collapsed in the wind and rain long ago, has lost its roof, and only the bottom circle is left. You can vaguely see the grandeur of the past.
Perhaps, it is not only the baptism of wind, rain and time, but also the damage caused by man-made demolition. Those incomplete carved beams and the upper part of the wood have basically disappeared. It is estimated that they were removed by the local tribes and used for burning fires and heating.
The fuel is gone. Only the foundation and walls of earth and stone, with the mottled and falling red paint, the smoky murals, and the dark red solidified blood stains, all together tell the story of Nirvana in the Age of Ending Dharma.
"Hey! Next to the altar, there is a fallen statue of a god! ...Oh! It's so lifelike, its face is exactly the same as a real person! The carving skills are really amazing!..."
Zuvarro raised his feet, avoiding the dark red blood clots everywhere in the hall, and walked towards the center of the temple. There was obviously an altar there with sacrificial bones and blood stains on it. It was probably the one the dog leader mentioned.
But the statue behind the altar had fallen to the ground at this time. His body fell into two halves, leaving only a lifelike and compassionate face. His eyes were stained red by the blood of the tribal fighting, and he seemed to have shed tears of blood...
At this moment, the Buddha's head on the blood lotus looked at the unexpected visitor with compassionate eyes. Zuwaro stared silently for a while, feeling an indescribable vicissitude and a strange and strange spirit.
Sex. He lowered his head uneasily and prayed devoutly.
"O Lord God! The tide of faith has faded from this vast land of dense forests, taking away all the warmth that once existed. Even the statues in the temple have lost their heads and are covered with blood... Endless cold, endless fighting and
Chaos has been coming for a long time, just like the winter that has arrived...Who can change all this?...May the Lord God bless you!..."
In the collapsed Buddhist temple, Zuwaro prayed devoutly to the Lord God, and gradually calmed down his ups and downs. But soon, his peaceful heart was shocked by an even greater discovery! The warrior chief Tamicao suddenly let out a cry
exclaimed, shouting at the literate exploration captain.
"Chief Priest! There are two stone tablets here! They seem to be... they seem to be the words of the kingdom!!..."
"What? A stone tablet with writing? Or the writing inspired by His Majesty's gods!..."
Zuvarro stepped on the bloodstains and walked quickly to Tamicao. Then, he looked at the first stone tablet. The words on it were indeed the words of the kingdom, square characters that he could recognize and understand!
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "The Story of Yongning Temple... Fu Wen heard that the virtue of heaven is brilliant, so it can overthrow the emperor; the virtue of earth is profound, so it can sustain the saint; the virtue of man is sacred,
Therefore, you can please those who are near and serve those who are far away, and you can be generous and help everyone..."
"Since the unification of Hongwei and our dynasty, the world has been at peace for fifty years...But in the Nuerqian country in the northeast, the Tao is in the third translation...Everyone has heard the wind and admired it, but they have not been able to do it themselves. What's more, the land does not produce grain or cloth.
, the livestock are only dogs...eat meat and wear skins, good at bows and arrows..."
"In the spring of the ninth year of Yongle, special internal officials such as Yi Shiha and others led more than a thousand officers and soldiers and twenty-five huge ships to return to the country, and established the Nu'er Gandu Division... established a garrison based on the soil, gathered the people of the old tribe, and made them
Belongs to oneself…”
"In the winter of the tenth year, the emperor ordered his internal officials to return to his country... In the autumn of the eleventh year, the path to the west of Bu'er Qianxi was full of stations. The mountain on the left of the station was high and beautiful... Now the temple is built to create a Buddha, which is elegant and impressive.
…”
"The young and old of the country are helping each other from far and near... Then he said: "Since ancient times, I have never heard of such a person, the emperor of the Holy Dynasty... My children and grandchildren will submit to me from generation to generation, and I will never have any objections!..."
"In the rule of Yao and Shun, Heaven commanded the people, but only within the Nine Provinces... The barbarians and Rongdi did not pretend to be military prowess, but they all paid tribute to their subordinates... "The Doctrine of the Mean" said: What the sky overthrows, the earth carries..."
"It is said that our dynasty's virtues are boundless, our sincerity is endless, and we are one with heaven. There is nothing noble about it! There is nothing prosperous about it! Therefore, it is recorded in writing, and I will be immortal for thousands of years!..."
Zuvalo read silently, and the traces of a powerful empire, like the words carved on stone tablets, unfolded in his imagination bit by bit. Although, he did not recognize many complex words. And some sporadic handwriting,
It’s also missing…
But just a few words of description are enough to show the power of this old empire! Those confident words between the lines are full of the strength and power of encompassing the four universes of heaven and earth, educating all peoples in the four directions, "extreme virtue, sincerity, and one body with heaven"
brilliant!…
"It can be said that our dynasty has infinite virtues, endless sincerity, and one body with heaven!...One body with heaven!..."
Zuvalo murmured and repeated this sentence, as if he saw an old sun in the sky, hot and bright, lighting up the entire vast north. And how long ago did that once bright old sun happen?
What about the story?
Thinking of this, Zuvalo lowered his head and finally saw the end of the inscription. There was engraved a prosperous age of "eternal peace and eternal happiness", and a trace of the glorious past buried until today...
"In the eleventh year of Yongle, on the twenty-second day of the ninth month, the imperial envoy was appointed as the internal official, but he also lost..."
