Chapter 872: Translation Books of Various Parts, Squeezed Tomatoes
More than twenty days later, Mikey the Knowledgeable returned from the North Bay of the Napa Valley with a boatload of food. It was already mid-July, the sun was as clear as if it had been washed away, and there was still no trace of cloud or rain in the sky. Xishan Port
Two rows of thatched huts have been built in the camp, and a lot of fields by the river have been cultivated, making it look a bit like a village.
And until Mickey stepped off the long boat and landed in the kingdom's camp, he was still in a daze. He thought about the unusually "fulfilling" teaching and learning in the past twenty days, and it was like returning to the kingdom's capital.
Same as in Sunway University.
"God bless you! Mickey, you are finally back!"
Exploration captain Zuvalo stood in front of Mickey with a face of joy, excitement in his voice.
"If you hadn't sent a warrior back to tell the camp that everything was going well for you... I would have led the fleet to the North Bay and rescued you!"
"Uh...God bless you!"
Mickey the Knowledgeable shook his head vigorously before recovering from his daze. He looked at his excited friend and replied with a wry smile.
"Zuvaro, you don't even know that in the past twenty days, I have not been idle for a moment... I am like a tomato that has been squeezed dry!..." Xuan
"Ah this? Squeezed tomatoes?"
Hearing this, the exploration captain Zuvalo looked surprised. He looked at the Miwok hunters on the longboat who were unloading the tribe's food, and then looked at Mickey, who looked haggard. Finally, he glanced down.
Then he looked at his friend with dark circles under his eyes with sympathy.
"... Mickey, you told me earlier! I will send a few more warriors to help you. The tribes in the North are so enthusiastic. How can you handle so many people there by yourself? If you are exhausted like this, I will
How to report back to the kingdom?…”
"Uh? What?"
Mickey the Knowledgeable was startled, his eyes followed Zuvalo's gaze downwards, and then he twitched the corner of his mouth and shouted angrily.
"Lord God! Where did you think you were going? I mean, my wisdom is going to be completely drained by the old fox from the North Bay!"
As he spoke, Mickey the Knowledgeable stretched out his hand, took out a thick paper book from his arms, and handed it to Zuvalo Xuan.
"No! Take a look! This is the main result, a translation book for exchanges between various ministries!"
Exploration captain Zuvalo took the paper book, unfolded it slightly, and raised his eyebrows.
"Oh! It's really amazing! ...Written as 'sky', the painting is a ball of blue at a high place. It is pronounced as 'ilhuicatl' in Nahua language and 'kundillo' in Prepecha language.
Er' (helh), in Puget Salish (pugetsalish/lushootseed) it is 'isyuked' (sq?uq??d)..."
After reading this awkward vocabulary, exploration captain Zuvarro was stunned and asked in confusion.
"Mickey, how could you possibly understand the languages of so many tribes? The Yaqui, the Paiute, the Kumeya, the Miwok...we've all heard of it. But this 'Puke Salish'
Language', what is it?"
"The Puget Salish language is the language spoken by the tribes along the coast after traveling more than a thousand miles north. And the other large bay predicted by His Majesty, according to the description of the Cedar Shaman, is three thousand miles to the north. And
The coastal tribes in that area all speak Puget Salish!…”
Mikey, the knowledgeable man, looked serious. Under Zuvallo's surprised eyes, he told the news from further north. Then he shook his head and sighed.
"Witness the Lord God! Of course I don't know so many languages! Although this scroll was written by me, I only know Nahua, Prepecha, and Yaqui. And the remaining Paiute languages,
Kumeya, Miwok, Phuket Salish... were all dictated by Cedar Shaman and then written down by me..."
"The language we communicate with is Yaqui. But these days, he has learned a lot of Nahua. I estimate that given him a few more months, he will be able to use Nahua to communicate with us in daily life."
communication..."
"Ah? Lord God! Such a powerful shaman knows so many languages? Has he been to so many tribes?!"
"Yes! When Cedar Shaman was young, he traveled around for more than ten or twenty years, learning the languages and herbal medicine of various tribes. In addition to the sea in the west, he traveled far and wide in the east, south, and north alone.
Far away, familiar with the languages (language families) of the four major ethnic groups and more than a dozen tribal languages..."
Hearing this, the exploration captain Zuvalo was shocked. He looked towards the high mountains in the east and the forests everywhere. There were migrating tribes and ferocious beasts in the mountains. It was really hard for him to imagine that a person
Being able to travel and study everywhere in such a wild environment.
"This? How is this possible? He is alone, won't he be attacked by wild tribes?"
"Zuvarro, he is a shaman. A shaman is not a chief who stays in the tribe, nor is he a high-ranking priest or elder, but a healer who travels around, a doctor who belongs to the vast tribe!"
Mickey, the knowledgeable man, looked serious and explained carefully. After seeing the tribesmen's heartfelt respect for the Cedar Shaman, he realized that the most important and influential identity of the shaman chief, Cedar, was
He is definitely a "shaman", not a "chief".
"In the northern continent where inheritance is difficult, each tribe is small, and life is very difficult. The life spans of tribesmen, tribal hunters, and even chiefs of small tribes are very short! They rarely live to be forty, or even early thirties.
He died when he was more than ten years old. This is because tribes often lack effective medical inheritance and there are few connections between different tribes. Once someone gets a disease that is beyond the scope of the tribe’s knowledge, they can only sit back and watch the disease worsen.
Walking into death..."
"At this time, the only people who can save them are the traveling healers and respected shamans! The appearance of a shaman can often save the lives of many people in the tribe. Therefore, in the tradition of the North,
, no matter how ferocious the tribes are, they will never attack the shaman. They will even rush to invite the shaman, send hunters to protect them along the way, provide enough food, and give out as many thank-you gifts as possible..."
Speaking of this, the knowledgeable Mickey recalled the herbs from various tribal territories in the Cedar Shaman's longhouse, as well as the precious black bear skins, red deer skins, and white fox skins, and couldn't help but sigh.
"With so many tribes' gifts, I don't know how many people Cedar Shaman has treated. But with his character, I'm afraid what he values more is the inheritance of herbal medicines from various tribes, as well as all kinds of distant knowledge... And once he encounters new knowledge inheritance
, he is like a greedy old fox, holding the tomatoes tightly in his paws and squeezing them dry..."
"Huh?...squeezed tomatoes..."
Hearing this, exploration captain Zuvalo felt a chill in his back. In this vast and desolate Northland, the so-called new knowledge inheritance is not just him and Mickey, the divine priests of the two kingdoms? Thinking of this, he looked sympathetic,
He glanced at Mickey who was in a daze, lowered his head impatiently, and quickly turned the translation book in his hand to the end.
Salsa'(??l??l?b); sailing'Sayo-Sayo'(??????s)...uh? Just dozens or hundreds of words? No more after that?"
"No! In the past twenty days or so, I have been able to roughly write such a translation book, which is already very good. What's more, Cedar Shaman also spent a lot of time learning the writing and Nahua language from me... Actually,
With these words, that’s probably enough.”
As he spoke, Mickey the Knowledgeable cleared his throat, stretched out his hand, and with a warm smile on his face. He imitated his first meeting with the northern tribe and spoke.
"Swabi! Struhudu! Tewax, Salsa... friends! Peace! Exchange of food..."
"Well, not bad! ... If this translation book is really accurate, then simple communication is indeed enough."
Zuvalo, the exploration captain, thought seriously and nodded. Mikey, the knowledgeable man, smiled, took out a wooden carving of a flying bird from his arms, and pointed to the cloaked hunter Lotte beside the longship, with his head held high.
"Don't worry! For our exploration northward, Cedar Shaman gave me this token. It was worn by him when he was traveling in the north and treating hunters from various tribes. Although many years have passed, there should still be people who remember... In addition,
The cloak hunter of the Miwok tribe is familiar with the northern coast and can also speak a little bit of the language of the north. He also knows some sign languages that are common to all tribes, and he can sign better than us!..." Xuan
Hearing this, a smile broke out on the face of exploration captain Zuvalo, but he quickly put it away. He frowned, looked at the haggard and excited Knowledgeable Mickey, and couldn't help but ask.
"Witness the Lord God! Cedar Shaman has promised you so many benefits, including food, guides, translation books, information about the north, and tokens of himself... He can't possibly do it because of
, I want to give my daughter to you for free, right?... Mickey, what did you promise to him?!"
Hearing this, the knowledgeable Mickey's smile froze and he lowered his head with a guilty conscience. At this moment, his thin body and drooped head looked like a tomato that had been squeezed dry.
