Chapter 1021 We Are From the East!
"Googoo!...Googoo! Ahhh!..."
"Delicious!...It's delicious! It's really delicious!..."
"Haha! Brother Glue Man, eat slowly, if you don't have enough, there is more!"
As night fell, the cold wind became more bitter, and the bonfires on the coast became warmer and brighter. The expedition leader Zuvaro smiled, watching the two Itelmen hunters, holding leather helmets filled with whale meat and kelp soup, eating large pieces of meat and gulping down the soup like hungry beasts. The two ate four leather helmets in one go, until the spicy and delicious broth warmed them up, and they were satisfied in the cold wind, exhaling a few mouthfuls of whitish hot air.
"Huh! Spiritual ancestors! What kind of meat is in this broth? It tastes quite strong, thicker than venison, stronger than fish, and so much salt has been added!... Eh? This light and warm feeling? Am I sweating from the heat?…”
The hunting mutt sticks out its tongue, panting like a hound. As the first northern Asian tribe to eat chili, his face was flushed and his tongue was hot. It is impossible to describe this wonderful feeling! But he could clearly feel that his body was getting hotter. In this cold northern land, this precious warmth can save lives!
"Ah, captain! The meals of the Shimabe are so good! So much meat, so much salt, and such hot firewood, what a comfortable deer!... Hiccup!..."
Hunter Mu Lu kept breathing hotly while stroking his swollen belly. His eyes never left the fragrant pot, but his stomach couldn't take it anymore. After a long while, he burped helplessly, and whispered to Mugou.
"Captain, they don't seem to be from the southern islands... Those long-haired and arched islanders, it's not like we haven't beaten their tribe... They have always been poor, how can there be so much precious salt? They are not so big A boat with no decent equipment, how can it be friendly to us?..."
"Um…"
The hunting captain, Mugou, rubbed his chubby face, and his heart was once again shrouded in mist. His expression softened a little, and he carefully looked at the smiling exploration captain Zuvaro, who also looked at him with a smile.
"Witness of the ancestors with spirits! Where do you, the tribes that row the longboats, come from? Winter is coming, what do you want to do when you come to our mountain territory?"
"Lord God bless! Brother glue man by the sea, where do your tribe live? We come from the far east with good intentions, and want to visit your leader or priest..."
The bright moon rises, illuminating a vast expanse of whiteness on the snowfields in the north. The bonfire swayed, reflecting the smiling faces of warriors, sailors and hunters who were well fed. The two captains talked for a long time, then looked at each other, and realized a very serious problem, that is, the language barrier, and they couldn't understand what the other party was saying at all!
"Uh... Lord God bless you!"
The exploration captain Zuvaro frowned slightly, pondered for a while, and looked at the crew around him. He greeted him in his unproficient Unanga language.
"Xiong Da! You come from Mother Island, the westernmost island chain, come and talk to him!..."
Hearing this, the Unanga hunter Xiong Dazhu nodded plainly, and came to the hunting captain Mugou. This tall Unanga man was 1.9 meters tall, more than a head taller than the 1.7 meters Itelmen hunter.
"The ancestors testify! Great chief, let us come here. To the west, the mausoleum, look for four-legged beasts. You can eat grass!..."
"Eh? Ancestor? Old grandmother? Tribal old grandmother? ... Westside? ... Dead? Who died? ... Looking for? Looking for what? ..."
The hunting captain Muh Hound raised his head, trying to listen to Unanga Hunter's words. As he listened, the doubts on his face became deeper and deeper. He could vaguely understand some plausible words, but he couldn't understand the connected sentences. And the accent of the other party always gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had heard it somewhere before!
In fact, the Eskimo-Aleut language family of the Unanga people and the Chukchi-Kamchatka language family of the Itelmen people diverged about four thousand years ago! However, in the Chukotka-Kamchatka language family, there are many loanwords from the Eskimo-Aleut language family on one side, which vaguely indicates some ancient traces. That may be the forced eastward migration of the Aleutian tribes, or it may be the conquest and fusion of the Kachachatka tribes. As a symbol of language integration between the two sides, the Kamchatka tribe with the most Aleutian languages is the one that occupies the northernmost Arctic tundra and the easternmost Bering Strait...
"Boss, what he said doesn't seem to be from the island department in the south! Why does it smell like deer from the northern tent?..."
The hunter Mulu was startled, staring, guessing curiously.
"The word he said is not death, but the cold place where he is buried after death, which is the same as what the tent said! ... He also talked about four-legged, isn't that the deer in the tent? ... and what he said about eating, those When the people in the tent die, they will eat their relatives and bury them in their stomachs... Ah! They speak the language of the northern tent, and they are as tall as the people in the tent... Could it be that they are a boat sitting on a boat? The accounting department?!..."
"What! What kind of deer thing?! The account department is already fierce, grazing deer herds wandering in the wasteland, and looting the surrounding tribes everywhere. If they have such a big ship, they can attack along the coast everywhere, so let the deer department and us How to live again?"
The hunting captain Mugou gritted his teeth fiercely, turned his head and scolded the hunter Mulu, with a faint fear in his heart. The murderous tribe they mentioned was the Chukchi people in the northernmost part of the Kamchatka Peninsula, the only fierce tribe in Siberia that successfully resisted the Cossack invasion!
The Chukchi people in the Arctic graze thousands of deer, and migrate and nomadic on the Arctic snow field with an average temperature of minus 30 degrees in winter. They are truly bitter and fierce polar tribes! They don't have fixed villages, only camps where they wander and migrate. They are very difficult to find and capture, and they are also natural raiders. And from the northernmost part of the Kamchatka Peninsula to the entire vast arctic snow field, it is the territory of their nomadic deer herds. They also crossed the strait and contacted the Inuit tribes in the westernmost snowfields of North America. Their languages merged with each other and the tribes married in ancient times. The languages of the Inuit tribes also belong to the Eskimo-Aleut language family...
Therefore, if the exploration fleet ventures northward along the Arctic coast of the Bering Sea and is lucky enough to encounter the fierce Chukchi tribes, they can communicate with the sailors of the Unanga tribe. But the Itelmen people in the south can only understand a few words at most.
"Witness of the ancestors with spirits! Tribes in long boats! Where did you come from, and where are you going?!"
Between the silver galaxy and the white snowfield, the hunting captain Mu Dog looked solemn, looked at the exploration captain Zuvaro again, and asked the ultimate "philosophical" question. He pointed to himself first, then pointed to the mountains in the north, and declared word by word.
"I come from the north, the mountains among the mountains! And you, are you from the tents in the north, or the islands in the south?"
The hunting captain Muh Hound looked gravely, watching Zuwaro's confused face. If the other party is the cunning island from the south, it is an enemy that the tribe has fought for a long time, which is hard to believe! And if the other party is from the tent in the north, although they are extremely fierce and have a reputation for being cruel, they are not the enemy in front of them, so they can be trusted a little...
He thought about it, gestured non-stop, pointed to Zuvaro, and used a word that Xiong Da could understand, "the tomb of the ancestors".
"Your, ancestor's tomb! ... Where is it?"
"My? Ancestor's, tomb? Where is it?"
The exploration captain Zuwaro was stunned for a moment, looking at the hunting captain Muh Dog with a serious face, waiting for the answer. He is keenly aware that this question seems to be very critical, which will determine the other party's attitude, whether it is hostile or friendly. He thought for a while, looked at the other party's gestures, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly realized!
"Where is the tomb of the ancestors?...Ah! Where did I come from? Where do we come from?..."
"The Lord God testifies! I understand!...We come from the east, the east! The sun, the east where the sun rises!..."