Chapter 437: Grandfathers Promise, Migrant Population
The night outside the hall is deep, and the candlelight in the hall is shining. The pale yellow candle burns slowly, emitting warm yellow light. The yellow light falls softly, projecting two figures on the bluestone ground. The figures sit opposite each other. At this time
It's silence.
High Priest Shuter slowly stood up. He walked to the corner of the side hall, and by the bright candlelight, he calmly searched among the piles of drawing boards and books. Shulot wanted to help, but his grandfather waved his hand.
"My child, if you think about it carefully, what else do you need?"
Hearing this, Shulot stood on the spot and tilted his head slightly. He looked at the candles flickering on the wall, and his thoughts fluctuated like candlelight.
This is a palm candle unique to tropical America. After collecting palm wax from the leaves of certain palm trees, it is carefully made by craftsmen. It is very expensive and rare. When the palm candle burns, the flame is bright, there is no thick smoke, and there is
The scent is like divine smoke, much like the spermaceti used in the everlasting lamps of the Celestial Dynasty.
Shulot was silent, looking at the flames of the candles on the wall, and then at his grandfather's completely white hair. Sadness gradually appeared in his eyes.
Although the candle in front of me is bright, it has burned to the end, and only the last flame is left, gently swaying in the evening wind. I don’t know when the candle will be extinguished and turned into a wisp of smoke, scattered into the vast night sky.
Never to be seen again...
"Well, the candle is almost out."
High Priest Shuter slowly walked back from the corner holding several volumes of atlases. He calmly took out a new candle, lit it with his own hands, and placed it on the candlestick on the wall. Then, he breathed gently and prepared
Blow out the remaining candle in your hand.
"Grandfather!...don't...blow it out..."
Shulot spoke in a low voice, but looked at his grandfather.
"oh?"
The high priest was slightly startled. He looked at the hidden sadness in Xiulote's eyes, then looked at the broken candle in front of him, and suddenly understood his grandson's thoughts. On his wrinkled face, a smile slowly appeared.
A smile is like an old and withered plum blossom.
"Okay, then keep it!"
The high priest nodded and put the remaining candle back next to the new one. The two candles, one tall and one short, stood side by side, both shining brightly and exuding a sacred fragrance. They burned quietly, carrying the helpless blood in their blood.
The echo of giving up. Even though one is about to burn out, the other has just begun...
"Xulot, my child."
There was warmth in the eyes of the high priest. He calmly unfolded a map of the world, and the powerful Mexica Alliance came into view.
"My child, last year I moved ten thousand people to the Kingdom of the Lake. This year, I will give you..."
Having said this, the high priest paused for a few breaths, his eyes showing determination.
"At least 70,000 Mexican youths!"
"Ah?! At least 70,000 young men and women?"
Shulot was very surprised. This number was almost the result of a southern or northern expedition! What's even more rare is that these people are the main ethnic groups that rule the basic base!
"Well, at least 70,000 people! I will go and meet the elder in person to get his support."
The high priest looked calm.
"My child, under your leadership, the kingdom in the lake is developing every day, and new changes are constantly being born... All of this is seen by the high priests and the elders.
In the current Lake Kingdom, the influence of the Prepecha ethnic group is a bit too great..."
"Among the 800,000 people in the kingdom, less than 80,000 Mexicans in the alliance account for only one-tenth. And the remaining 70% are from the Prepecha ethnic group... Prepecha
The elites of Cha are scattered throughout the kingdom. They serve as consultants at all levels of the kingdom and lead the changes in the kingdom; they serve as low-level priests in villages and towns, believing in the belief of one god; they serve as senior craftsmen of the Divine Apocalypse.
Mastering the most powerful new weapons; they also serve as warriors and officers, and even lead the kingdom's legions..."
Hearing this, Shulot raised his eyebrows slightly and said affirmatively.
"Grandfather, I can confirm that the Prepecha people are no less loyal to me than the Mexica people, or even more..."
"Haha, my child, this is exactly what the Alliance is worried about! Sometimes, obedience and integration can also be a way of conquest."
The high priest smiled lightly and shook his head. His expression became serious.
"Xulot, I know that many Prepecha people call you His Majesty and regard you as the only sun. And the Mexica warriors call you His Highness, after King Avit... But you need to always remember,
You are the most noble Highness of the Mexica people and the future king of the Mexica Alliance! And your sacred throne is in the magnificent capital city in the lake, on the supreme temple, but never in the western city of Qincongcan
, not on Akarta in the House of Wind!”
Shulot was stunned for a moment. He remembered what Uncle Kakamazin had said, was silent for a while, and nodded.
"Grandpa, I remember. I will leave, and I will return eventually!"
"Very good! My child, you are the hope of the Holy City and the whole family! You are destined to become the lord of the world in all directions, not the lord of the west..."
The high priest nodded solemnly and whispered in a deep voice. Then he stretched out his finger and touched the map, focusing on the west of Lake Texcoco.
"The rebellion in Tracopan will be severely suppressed, and more than a dozen nobles will either be executed or exiled. The slaves, family members, and feudal people in the noble fiefdoms will all be dealt with by the high priests... I will
In the name of exile, 20,000 people were moved from it to the hinterland of the kingdom in the lake!"
"Relocating so many feudal people, the royal family and the high priests..."
"It doesn't matter. These lands and feudal people will be redistributed and jointly managed by the royal family and the high priests. In the name of exile, 20,000 people will be relocated, and there won't be any big trouble."
The high priest's expression did not change. He held the supreme divine power and was able to deal with everything. Then, he moved his finger and pressed on the location of the northeastern holy city.
"Teotihuacan in the northeast of Lake Texcoco is the residence of the gods and has the royal branch of the Holy City. The foundation of our family is here. And in the surrounding city-states, there are also many affiliated tribes, and
We have a close relationship...My child, since you have established a firm foothold in the Kingdom of the Lake, the main branches of each family can migrate to the Kingdom as your most loyal supporters!...From the northeast of the Lake District, will migrate out
Twenty thousand people, going to Lake Patzcuaro!”
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Hearing this, Shulot's expression became serious. The political structure of the alliance is transforming from a loose tribal alliance to a centralized feudal kingdom. The royal family itself is the most powerful Mexica tribe.
Before King Avite came to the throne, he had 20,000 to 30,000 direct tribes and more than 2,000 family warriors. After he became king, he inherited all the affiliated tribes of the Montezuma line. Similarly, the Holy City line naturally also has
Many Dingkou, firmly controlled in your hands.
"Grandpa, are the various affiliated tribes willing to go west?"
"The era of kings is coming..."
The high priest smiled and said in a low voice with deep meaning.
"As affiliates of the Holy City, they will be willing to go west."
Hearing this, Shulot was a little suspicious. He looked at his grandfather's calm expression and nodded.
"That's good. In the Patzcuaro Lake area, there are still many old fields that have been abandoned, as well as new fields that can be cultivated, which can be allocated to the migrating tribes."
"Um."
The high priest moved his fingers, gradually from the northeast of the lake area to the west, to the Trocan State where the Leman River flows.
"The Trocan state in the west has a prosperous household. The Spring Rain priest family has been inherited for hundreds of years and controls three to four thousand feudal people. After killing them and purging two old nobles, they can gather a population of ten thousand people and exile them to the kingdom nearby.
Hekou County.”
Then, the old finger moved again and landed mercilessly on the southwest.
"Lachiko State in the southwest also has a sufficient population. Facing the centralization of the system, several big nobles have objections. The high priests and the royal center are interested in cleaning up... There will also be 10,000 people here, and they will be moved nearby.
Go to Zicao County in the south of the kingdom."
"Purge the old nobles, migrate the population..."
Shulot lowered his eyes slightly. Although such a cruel method was powerful and effective, it also had serious side effects.
"Grandpa, if this happens, your reputation and your safety will be in danger..."
"Ha! From the moment I took over the religious power and implemented the religious reform, I was destined to have a bad reputation after my death."
The high priest didn't care and smiled faintly. He pinched his fingers and calculated.
"Well, in this way, there will be a population of 60,000. Another 10,000 people will be recruited from various villages in the Alliance Gyeonggi Province as the standard for the promotion of priests!...My child, these 70,000 Mexicans
Jiaren, you must arrange it well as the foundation for your stable kingdom."
"Grandpa, I can!"
Xiulote looked excited. Of these 70,000 Mexican immigrants, 50,000 will be settled in the capital of the Kingdom, 10,000 will move to Hekou County in the north, and 10,000 will move to Zicao County in the south. They will live with the Prepecha people
Mass intermarriage to eliminate hidden dangers in the kingdom. Just...
"For rulers, population is the most precious wealth..."
Shulot thought silently, looking at his grandfather's gentle smile with a bit of uneasy worry.
"Grandpa, for these promises, what price do you have to pay?"
On the wall, candles flickered calmly, exuding a distant fragrance and bringing approaching warmth. In the warm night, the old candles gradually became fainter, like distant stars in the sky. The new candles became brighter and brighter.
