Chapter 644: The Second Kingdom Exploration, After the Fleet Departs
"Haha, the prawns here are so delicious! When we get back to the boat, this village will be on the chart and will be recorded as Shrimp Village, and this large lake rich in delicious food will be recorded as Prawn Lake!"
The sea breeze was refreshing and fragrant. After the group had eaten and drank, they were ready to return to the boat. Puap reached into his arms, touched for a while, and took out a handful of shining lake gems.
Paying the bill for a feast that fed dozens of people. Unexpectedly, the gray-haired old village chief smiled humbly, bowed very low, and then carefully shook his head in refusal.
"Uh? What does he mean?"
Puap was stunned and looked at the Mayan businessman Tikallo. Tikallo smiled and explained.
"Captain Pu, this fishing village has very little communication with the outside world, and there is no divine descendant under its jurisdiction. They don't accept gems, they only accept usable currency."
"What? Currency that can be used?"
"Yes. Just like the salted fish, cotton cloth and cocoa that the fleet traded before."
"Uh...how much does that cost?"
"Just grab two pieces of cloth. If you are satisfied, you can also add a basket of salted fish. There are not many people in their village and they don't have many tools. It is not easy to cut down trees and boil salt."
"Okay. Then pull out two rolls of cotton cloth and add two baskets of salted fish! The smell of the salted fish is so strong that if you put it on the boat, it will make the warriors dizzy!"
Huitu Puap waved his hand, and two warriors returned to the boat, bringing back snow-white cotton cloth and the disgusting salted fish. When the old village chief saw the cotton cloth, he had no expression, but when he smelled the salted fish
His eyes suddenly lit up at the smell. He lowered his head, kowtowed to the ground, and thanked her repeatedly.
"Praise the God of Rain! Noble Lord who is bigger than the sky, thank you for your kindness!... I will definitely convey the words you left behind without leaving a single word behind!"
Seeing the old village chief kneeling respectfully, Puap smiled with satisfaction. Then, he was a little confused.
"Ti Carlo, what is he talking about? He has been talking about it for a long time!"
"Oh, Captain Pu. He is saying thank you to the gods and the noble Lord Kang! He also prays to the rain god and wishes us a smooth journey!"
The corner of Ti Carlo's mouth raised, and he translated respectfully. After hearing this, the main priest Tomato beside him pondered for a moment, then stepped forward and lifted up the old Mayan village chief with his own hands. Then, he was frightened and unaware of the old village chief.
With a confused look, he took out a sun hummingbird amulet of the main god and put it on the old village chief's neck.
"Praise the Lord God! She created such delicious prawns and let me eat them with your hard-working hands! This shows that you are loved by the Lord God. Come, wear this sun amulet and pray on time every day
, the light will come naturally! Praise the Lord God! Huitzilopochtli!..."
While praying, Priest Tomat also took out a copy of the "Ali Sutra" with pictures and text, and stuffed it into the hands of the old village chief. This time, the old village chief was trembling with fear. He looked at the "sacred" picture in his hand.
Wen fell to his knees.
"Dear priest! I...I don't have sacred blood, but I can still work...I won't accept your things anymore. Please don't sacrifice me to the rain god!"
"First Evolution"
In the Mayan tribes with overpopulation and high and low status, when ordinary people are old enough and can no longer work, the fate waiting for them is to be abandoned by the tribe in the rain forest, or directly sacrificed to various gods. And this "aging"
"The age of the person is, generally speaking, under the age of forty.
"He...he is this?..."
Priest Tomat looked at the frightened old village chief and was a little surprised. He looked at Tikalo, who pursed his lips and translated the other person's words in a low voice. Priest Tomat couldn't help but laugh. Halfway through his laughter,
He suddenly lowered his eyes and couldn't laugh anymore.
Abandoning the old and the weak and sacrificing sacrifices to the gods is like the law of the jungle. This is true for all Mayan tribes, and it is not the same for all tribes in the martial plateau, in the cruel wilderness, and in all tribes in the world with an average life span of more than 20 years. And here at the seaside, it is not the same.
In the fishing village, the lagoon and the tide bring ready food every day. This old Mayan village chief is really lucky to live until his hair turns gray...
"The Lord God brings light! His Majesty the Divine Enlightenment leads all living beings!...Priests must study farming and strive to improve production capabilities. There must be more farmland in the world, and more corn must grow in the fields to feed more people.
If there are more people, we should also let the elderly in each department live longer!... This is the greatest kindness of the Lord God!"
Priest Thomas closed his eyes, faced the sun in the sky, and prayed sincerely for a moment. This passage was also written by His Highness, but it was not recognized by many distinguished priests and elders in the high priest group of the capital city in the lake.
What he meant. At this moment, Priest Thomas really had some insights and experienced a rare ray of light in this cruel era.
"...the mercy of the Lord God?"
Hearing this, Mayanti Carlo raised his eyebrows and remained silent. After the prayer, Priest Tomat lifted the old village chief up again. Then, he stretched out his hand, shook the old village chief's hair kindly, and left
Scripture and amulet, turned around and left.
The sun turned west, and the longship set sail. The Yucatan Peninsula turned north from here, and the coastline appeared in the east of the kingdom's fleet. A few quarters of an hour later, this fleet from afar disappeared at the end of the northern sea and sky.
Like a bubble that never came.
The old village chief sat on the beach, watching the warm bubbles disappear, not knowing what he was thinking. Then, wearing the amulet of the sun, he flipped through the "divine book" that he had never seen before, and looked at the contents inside.
Pictures of gods, it’s evening in a flash.
In the evening, two more "bubbles" suddenly appeared at the end of the western coast. The old village chief looked at the flat hulls for a moment and knew they were the familiar Mayan fleet. The two Mayan galleys rowed very fast.
Quickly, we arrived at the fishing village on the sandbank by the sea in a short while. Then, several Mayan sailors jumped off the paddle boat, came to the old village chief, and asked in a deep voice.
"...Reached?"
"...arrive."
"...have they gone?"
"...gone."
"...Anything else to say?"
"...And that's all."
After listening, the Mayan sailors nodded. One sailor took out a small bag of medicinal tobacco from his arms and threw it at the feet of the old village chief. Then, everyone got on the boat again and disappeared under the cover of night.
The end of the north.
The sun was setting, and the night was dark. The old villager bent his waist, rolled two pieces of tobacco leaves, took out a flint, and with difficulty made a lighter and lit the tobacco leaves. Then, he took a puff of the rolled cigarette and lit it.
In the light of the fire, he looked at the portrait of the main god holding lightning in the scripture and continued to be silent. It was not until a cigarette was almost burned out that he sighed, closed the scripture, and stammered in the ancient Toltec Nahua language.
.
"Praise...the Lord God! Vizi...Lobo...Chitli!..."
"The ancient... Kingdom of Toltec has perished. The Aztecs... call themselves Toltec. The ancient... Kingdom of Mayapan has perished. The Tuturxiu people...
Call themselves Mayapan. Now, the Aztecs are about to meet the Tuturxiu people. And between them is the last, the Mayapan..."
The ancient Toltec Nahua language is recited in the wind, carrying indescribable vicissitudes, and is submerged in the sound of the ebbing tide. And when the tide comes again, what will be completely submerged?
The old village chief didn't know, and didn't want to know the answer. He just stood up slowly, hunched over, and walked towards the village. Maybe the young people in the village should read this scripture, and they might use it in the future.
Yes. The salted fish that the masters rewarded today must be dried under the eaves of the leeward house to prevent it from getting wet and wasting the precious salt~
