Chapter 1125 Under the Giant God Tree, Jin Shanshu’s Ambition

"Dear Chief Priest Miki, there are now more than 600 tribes in Southport, most of which are converted Kus people. The Kus people have a gentle temperament and are good fishermen. After receiving education, they are also good farmers. They are very Patience and ability to do meticulous work..."

"Oh! As for the fields, we have cultivated more than a thousand acres of fields and planted a variety of crops, including corn, beans, pumpkins and potatoes. In terms of harvest, it takes about three or four acres to feed a Dingko? Half of the food in the camp comes from farming and half It comes from fishing and catching up with the sea. There is also hunting, but it is not accurate, it comes from time to time..."

"Witness the Lord God! It is actually warmer here than initially expected, especially in winter. It is not that cold. Perhaps it is because it is surrounded by mountains, and only the west is close to the sea?... You said that there are many mountains around, and there are no large tribes. Only a few dozen miles to the southeast, occupying the valley part of the river valley, is a large tribe of thousands of Kusi people. But they are also friendly and kind..."

The bay is wide, and three long rivers come from the south, north, and east, and merge into the sea here. The rushing river carries the sediment from the upper reaches, where it slows down sedimentation, forming a sandbar in the seaport. And near the river, many irrigated lands have been opened up.

The end of August is the busy farming season, and the Kusi people in the camp are busy in the fields of corn and potatoes with their bare feet. Large tracts of corn have grown taller than a human being and have begun to ear. Potatoes, like pumpkins, have already been harvested. Although the Kingdom's potato varieties are cold-resistant, they have a long growing season. We have harvested one season now, and it is estimated that we will not be able to harvest again until the end of the year or next spring.

"Praise the Lord God! Priest Keshu, you have done a good job and have cultivated so many fields! I sailed here all the way, and you are the only one who cultivates the best. Haha! I am very happy when I see these tall corns. !…By the way! Is there any cornmeal? Bake me some pancakes! I haven’t eaten corn from the plateau for more than a year. I eat potatoes and fish every day…”

"Yes! I'll arrange someone right now! There are dried old corns stored in the cellar at the port... But it has to be ground into powder first, and it has to wait for a while... Well, there is a lot of rain in spring, and the ground flour is easy to get wet, so it might as well be Dried corn is durable…”

"Okay! Make more corn tortillas... The kingdom warriors on the ship also miss the taste of corn tortillas!..."

"Yes! Yes! Now that we have arrived in Nangang, we must have enough corn cakes!..."

Little bits of smoke rose from the camp at the port. The gentle sea breeze carries the aroma of grains. Mickey the Knowledgeable swallowed and looked around. One or two hundred small shacks with pointed roofs extend along the coast of the port, along the fields and along the long river. The only large wooden house with the emblem of the main god painted with paint from the mountains is undoubtedly the main god's shrine in Nangang.

"Huh? Is that...a pattern made by piles of stones?..."

Mickey the Knowledgeable looked carefully for a while and saw many beautiful pebbles and shells piled up in front of the main god’s wooden house. Several Kusi tribesmen knelt on their foreheads, prayed devoutly for a while, and left a few bright stones, arranged in a circle like the sun. This seems to be an ancient tradition of the Kus tribe. With the conversion of the Kus people, it has also been integrated into their new belief in the main god.

"Ah! Chief Priest Mickey, the corn cakes are ready! There are also kelp fish soup, acorn cakes, and fresh blueberries from the mountains!..."

"Okay! Call the crew and let's eat cake together!..."

Fish soup is boiled in the fire pit, and berries are filled in clay pots. The warriors of the kingdom held the corn pancakes and gnawed them, almost eating off their tongues. Some warriors even cried and prayed to the Lord God while eating, and the fanaticism was a bit scary.

"Uh... Watanabe, why are these Jiaoren warriors crying while eating? This pancake is very coarse, not as delicious as potatoes and rice crackers, right?..."

"Shh! Dagu, don't yell... They seem to be saying, praise the Lord God, thank God... Incarnate as 'Trakatel' and feed everyone with flesh and blood?... Uh! What is this? This... this cake is made of human flesh ?…"

The translator Watanabe listened carefully to the prayer in Mexican, and was so frightened that he almost threw away the cake. But he turned over and over, looking at the yellow pancake, but he couldn't see anything weird as he imagined. He pricked up his ears again and listened carefully to the conversation between the two priests and priests, about "the planting of Trakatel", and then he suddenly realized.

"O Lord God! It turns out that this kind of tall millet has the same name as 'human' in the Jiaoren tribe! 'Trakater', the flesh and blood of gods, is like human millet..."

Translator Watanabe opened his eyes wide and looked at the tall corns by the river. This was his first time seeing corn, a crop that feeds almost all of America and has sacred religious status. And from the ancient separation to today, they were also the first Old World people to see corn!

"The flesh and blood of the gods feeds the tribes nurtured by the gods... It seems that this is really a great kind of millet. It is more like the story of King Sarpoda cutting off the flesh and feeding it to the eagle... Ah! Oh no!... How could this be happening?!..."

Translator Watanabe was pondering, but he heard the end of the prayers of the Jiaoren warriors. These scriptures for warriors to pray have a completely different direction from the "Sapoda King Jataka" in the "Sixth Paradigm Sutra"! Translator Watanabe was shaking all over, because what he was clearly chanting was...

"Praise the Lord God! Praise the Lord God for the nourishment of flesh and blood!... We will repay you with the same flesh and blood, and dedicate the most vital 'Tlacatel' to you as a blood sacrifice!..."

"Ah! This is...the benevolent and bloodthirsty Buddha Huitziloppo!..."

The ocean-going ship stayed in Southport for two days, replenished some corn cakes and berries, and then headed south again. After passing the territory of the Kusi people, there are the Tolova tribes along the coast. The leaf grass tribe and the redwood tribe of the Tolowa people are still fighting over the salt marsh. But when facing the kingdom's ships, the fierce chiefs of various tribes behaved very kindly.

Obviously, the "Longship Tribe", who marched northward in large numbers every year, was greatly shocked by their strength. They are also eager for the kingdom's bronze weapons, but they can't come up with any decent trading items...

"O Bodhisattva! O Lord God! Actually...just like what the priest said...there are really such tall giant trees! There are so many more!...How many big ships worth two thousand materials can be built with so many tall trees? No! Even if it is a Fengzhou with five thousand materials, such a big tree is completely enough! ... Tens of thousands of big trees can be used to build a Fengzhou!..."

The boat sailed south, passing through the territories of the Tolowa tribes, and saw the boundless redwood forest. In this mountain forest covering thousands of square kilometers, millions of tall redwoods stand like endless giant spears!

These redwoods, which reach into the sky, have been the tallest trees in the world since ancient times. Their usual height is over fifty meters! And the limit of their growth is...

"Ah!...That's...that's?...a tree?!..."

"That's right! That's the Giant Sacred Tree, the totem worshiped by various tribes in the north, a towering sacred tree that's a hundred steps high!..."

"A hundred steps to the towering tree...a hundred steps...a hundred steps!!"

Shipwright Jin Shanshu opened his eyes wide and trembled all over as he looked at another sacred tree emerging from the top of the towering redwood forest. The height of more than one hundred meters was completely beyond the limit of his imagination!

To a senior shipwright, every big piece of wood has real spirituality, soaked in the long river of time, just like the circles of growth rings. Faced with such a sacred giant tree, such a god in the eyes of a shipwright, he could not even think of cutting it down to build a ship. At this moment, he could only lie down on the ground, kneel on the deck, and pray to the east where the giant tree was, even more piously than praying to the Lord God!

"The sacred tree has a spirit. I pray to the great spirit of the sacred tree to bless me and eliminate the difficulties... In this life, I was born with a low status, drifting here and there, without a home and children... I don't want to return to my hometown, I just want to create a sea. When the boat comes, I can fulfill my humble wish in this life... In the next life, I wish to be a big tree, serving the Great Spirit God, waiting to be chopped down by others... Use my body to make a boat, and cross the sea until I die to repay the gods of heaven and earth..."