Chapter 2923 The mighty and majestic image began to spread to Cheng Sanlang in the Yinshang mainland
Although the knights of the Tang Dynasty opposite could not understand, the survivors of the Yin and Shang Dynasties clearly heard what he was saying.
"The snow on the mountain tops given to us by the descendants of the gods is actually sweet..."
"???" The chief who once led his children to other tribes and saw the towering snow-capped mountains that awe people also heard this.
Finally, the chief couldn't bear it any longer. He took a few steps forward, stood side by side with his son, and looked at the two plates of snow foam in front of him as white as snow.
And his eyes fell on the first wooden box for the first time. His eyes froze instantly, with an expression of disbelief. He looked at the descendants of the gods, and then took a look at the fine white particles in the wooden box.
He snatched the small spoon directly from his son's hand, put it into the snow foam, scooped up a little, and stuffed it into his mouth.
Then, he felt a strong and clean salty taste, completely without any odor or fishy smell, begin to overflow in his mouth...
At this moment, the eyes of this weather-beaten chief turned red, and big tears couldn't stop flowing down.
He has never enjoyed such a pure taste of salt in his life. Salt is something that every tribe and every life must have.
In order to survive the tribe, he, the chief, traveled far and wide, using the tribe's precious furs, fabrics, and even forged weapons.
From those powerful tribes that own salt fields, in exchange for salt that is obviously black or has a weird color.
Even when he was dining with powerful tribal chiefs, he had never seen such pure, snow-white salt grains...
"This is salt! This is the salt given to our tribe by the descendants of the gods!"
He trembled and couldn't help shouting, and then he realized in time that the descendants of the gods were still looking at him.
He quickly took two steps back and devoutly showed the highest courtesy to these confused descendants of the gods.
The tribal villagers who were also shocked by their chief's behavior pressed their foreheads completely to the ground.
The high priest's eyes were fixed on the stone in front of him, where there was a golden statue that was nearly one foot tall.
It was like a man wearing a kind of armor that he had never seen before, which seemed to be the same as the descendants of the gods stationed in the distance.
Sitting on the back of an animal that was far taller and more powerful than the camels they used.
This made the high priest recognize at first sight that this must be the image of a god, or the image of a descendant of a god.
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Next to it, there is a small rectangular shape that looks a bit like cloth and a dead leaf that has lost its color.
On the rectangle, the unknown black color depicts a unique pattern, which made this high priest who had traveled across thousands of mountains and rivers and visited countless city-states feel like it.
It is somewhat similar to the patterns carved on the walls of a powerful Mayan empire further north.
He was fortunate enough to know that it was not actually a pattern, but a more advanced way of recording things and time changes than the khipu (Inca knotted ropes) they used: writing.
When the wise man with the most experience in the tribe carefully held the book given by the gods in his hand, his fingers gently touched the seven words on the cover.
After turning the first page, he saw... what he saw was a tall, heroic and majestic descendant of the gods wearing a helmet and armor.
He was riding on a mount that was the same as the metal sculpture, holding a long weapon in his hand, and seemed to be charging to kill the enemy. In front of him were countless enemies scurrying around.
Although the high priest didn't know which god's descendant this was, after comparison, he looked exactly the same as the metal statue...
At this time, he finally heard the chief's son and the chief's words, and subconsciously glanced over there.
He saw those two plates of flawless white snow-like particles. When he tasted both sweet and salty, the well-informed one-eyed high priest also fell into mania like their chief.
He has traveled further than the chief. He has reached the high priest of the Mayan Empire, which is more than a thousand miles away. He has also tasted countless delicacies there.
But he couldn't describe in words the salt and sugar he tasted at this moment.
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"Who put that thing there?" A ranger looked at the book "The Romance of Cheng Sanlang on the Plateau" with a dark look on his face and asked the brother next to him.
"It's our doctor. He said that in order to show that we are far smarter than these descendants of the Yin Shang people, we must put up some books."
"At least show me the Four Books and Five Classics. Those things sound very high-end."
"Haha, do you see it?"
"If I don't read it, doesn't it mean those things are not high-end?"
"The question is who is going to travel far away to bring that thing? It's better to bring more of these stories for entertainment."
"..." The other descendants of the gods, oh no... the great knights, the knights who serve the country and the people all couldn't help but nodded in agreement.
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After all, everyone has a similar level of education. Reading the Four Books and Five Classics, there is no way to read the novels of Cheng Sanlang with exciting plots, which is so refreshing.
Even for that statue, before Li Dejiang left Luoyang, Cheng Sanlang told him that he must bring out some exquisite statues to give to the descendants of the Yin Shang survivors.
Let them know the image of the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty, and let them know that the Tang Dynasty is so powerful today precisely because of countless such images of soldiers.
Unsurprisingly, when these dozen sculptures appeared in front of Li Dejiang, Li Dejiang's face was as dark as the bottom of the iron pot that had been boiling for hundreds of years at Yanmen Gate.
I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen anyone more shameless than Cheng Sanlang, but this guy still acted very shamelessly.
He asked a teacher to make a template in school, and he definitely had to do it by himself. It was very hard to wear a helmet and armor and ride a horse without moving for more than two hours, and it was also very tiring to serve the country and the people.
In response to this, Li Dejiang wanted to throw all these sculptures away in his woodshed, but he had to leave in a hurry, so he had no choice but to take the Tang Dynasty cavalry sculpture that looked like Cheng Sanlang across the ocean.
Li Dezhai stayed on the donkey's back and waited for a long time, but he only heard exaggerated shouts from the descendants of the Yin Shang survivors from time to time.
However, they all stayed where they were and did not move towards this direction. This made Li Dejiao feel unhappy. He took a deep breath and drank softly.
Then, more than ten elite donkey knights of the Tang Dynasty, headed by Li Dejiang, began to move towards that direction. The mounts were a little frustrated, but at least they were much stronger than the short and weak llamas on the opposite side.