Chapter 1218 The Joke of Three Old Men

The setting sun is setting and the evening breeze is warming me. The large, flat-bottomed boat with a square head and square stern sailed along the wind at a very fast speed. In less than half an hour, it reached the south shore of Lake Atoyak. Seeing it, the big ships were approaching the entrance of the Talsas River to the sea. The strong old man stood by the stern rudder, took a deep breath, raised his thick old arms, and turned the rudder vigorously.

"Stand still! Turn around!..."

"Ah? This!... Bodhisattva!..."

Seeing the rapid deflection of the ship's bow and feeling the steep tilt of the ship's hull, which almost made people fall over, the old man holding the golden talisman was really surprised. He hurriedly bowed his steps, grabbed the cable, and quickly wrapped the golden charm around his arm and tied it. Then, he hurriedly adjusted the sail with both hands to reduce the angle of the headwind and slow down the tilt of the ship's hull.

"Lord God! This old wood! This old gold!..."

The squatting old man also stood up in a hurry, spit out the grass stems in his mouth, cursed a few words, and hurriedly helped to adjust the sail. It wasn't until the bow of the ship turned a large circle of 180 degrees, the hull was level again, and the longitudinal sail was tilted against the wind, that they both let out a long breath at the same time.

"Huh! Steering the steering wheel is a laborious job. If Mr. Xuesong can still have such strength at his age, he is really a Vajra Arhat!..."

Shipwright Jin Shanshu untied the cable and held the golden charm tightly in his hand. He is actually only forty years old, but more than thirty years of hard work and wind and frost have already made his face full of wrinkles, making him look like an old man in his fifties or sixties. In fact, in this era of North Korea and Heguo, the bottom class was generally poor and hard-working, and ordinary people probably lived to be forty or fifty years old, and forty was enough to be called old.

"Witness the Lord! Master Xuesong, I have never seen such a strong master in my whole life. It's just that the steering of the ship cannot be adjusted in such a hurry!..."

Facing the cedar shaman at the helm, the golden boatman first praised loudly, then lowered his voice and muttered softly, reminding the "adult" who was steering the helm. After saying that, he quickly glanced at the smiling old Shaman Cedar, and he also tried his best to smile.

"Old Jin, you guy! Why are you so obsessed with gold that you don't let go even if the boat is about to capsize? You tie your hands with gold as soon as possible! If the boat really capsizes and you can't untie the rope, you will drown! ... "

Chihuaco, an old militiaman, raised his eyebrows, raised his old face, and first scolded the "money-obsessed" goldsmith. But the gold boatman just laughed along with him, clutching the golden talisman in his hand so tightly that he wouldn't let go even if he was holding the sail with one hand. Seeing this, Chihuaco shook his head helplessly, glared at the cedar shaman at the stern of the boat, and cursed.

"Cedar, you stupid old wood! Can you slow down when you turn the steering wheel? This long-sailed ship turns much more skewed than a paddle boat. This is because the sails are under the force of the strong wind. If you are not careful, it will happen. Capsize! If our boat capsizes, a few old bones will fall into the cold lake, far away from the shore, and they will die!"

"Ha! Old Corn, I know it well! Don't worry, this boat looks rocking, but it's actually very stable, more stable than a galley, and it won't capsize!..."

"How many do you have? Before, you adjusted the sails in a mess and mixed up the cables, causing us to almost hit the shore..."

"Isn't this my first time trying to learn? It doesn't matter! The bottom of this boat is very flat, which is very interesting. Even sitting on the beach is no problem..."

"ha?!"

Chihuaco, the old militiaman, is not used to the Cedar Shaman, especially when it comes to navigation safety. He angrily walked up to "Old Wood", grabbed the old shaman's scepter with a "swish", and waved it twice with "whoosh". Not to mention, this "big stick" is made of solid cedar wood, so it's really heavy!

"Old wood, if you keep fooling around in the boat, I will throw your pine stick into the lake and ask you to jump into the lake and fish it out!..."

"Haha! Old Corn, there are no waves in this big lake, and the wind is blowing and it is warm. It is very happy to swim! Not to mention fishing for a stick, even if the boat really capsizes, and I want to fish you two... I can also carry one in my hand, and use I'll swim two miles with my legs and carry you all ashore..."

The cedar shaman laughed and did not care about the threat from Old Qitou. Speaking of which, he has experienced fifty-six cold winters and is seven or eight years older than Chihuaco. But among these three "old men", he is the strongest one. Chihuaco is second, although he is not strong physically, he is very agile. But the youngest gold boat builder is the thinnest.

After all, Cedar is a tribal shaman in the northern continent! If he is not strong enough, how can he gain the respect of the hunting tribes?

"What? Swim a few miles in the lake with a person in each hand? Listen, is this something a human can do?...Old wood, you are just an owl blowing up your feathers, treating yourself like a big turkey!...If you really have this It’s better to teach the priests how to swim at Shenwei University in the royal capital. Now, you’re like an old turtle climbing a tree, and I’m wronging you!”

"Uh...ahem!...What owl turkey? What old turtle swims? The ones who can really swim on the beach are obviously seals and fur seals!...Besides, Old Qitou, I don't teach foreign languages! I'm a sailor at Sunway University The fourth-level chief priest of the college is responsible for teaching the customs and traditions of the northern tribes... There are actually many unwritten rules and agreements among the various tribes in the northern continent, which are all inspired by the great spirit... Well, the Lord God is blessing! !…”

Hearing Chihuaco's comments, Cedar Shaman couldn't help but choked and retorted angrily. In April last year, he took a galley on the return trip from the kingdom and rowed for more than half a year before arriving at the kingdom in the lake. The series of kingdom strongholds along the way surprised him. When he arrived at the prosperous Lake Kingdom and saw hundreds of thousands or millions of large lake tribe alliances, his jaw dropped in shock!

He has traveled in the northern continent for most of his life, but he never thought that there would be such a powerful tribal alliance! This large tribal alliance in the lake actually has a population of millions. It can build prosperous city-states and build pyramids tens of meters high!

Moreover, this powerful tribal alliance not only has thundering copper beasts, large oars, hard thick armor, sharp spears and axes, long-range crossbows, shining gems... but also tens of thousands of tribal warriors! The warriors of this tribal alliance alone are almost the same as the population of Miwok tribes. What's more, such a terrifying military formation is as neat and orderly as the black ants in the north, and they are very capable of fighting at a glance!

As a wise man of survival in the northern continent, Cedar Shaman immediately adjusted his attitude and showed his true devotion to the Lord God, as well as his closeness and respect for the Kingdom in the Lake!

Under the recommendation of a series of northern seafaring priests, he quickly went to the lake capital and met with Chief Minister Jatiri, Director of Divine Enlightenment Talea, and Commander of the Gyeonggi Army Orosh. During the meeting, he represented the various tribes of Miwok and expressed his surrender to the powerful tribe in the lake, and was willing to lead the tribe to convert to the main god and integrate into the Jiao people's family. And his wisdom, erudition and strength also left a deep impression on the kingdom's "Big Three".

After this meeting, Chief Minister Jatiri convened the kingdom's priest group, intending to enthrone Cedar Shaman as the fourth-level chief priest with real power in the kingdom to balance the navigation system of the northern continent. However, the kingdom's priesthood is talking a lot, secretly competing for religious power in the northern continent, and unwilling to accept the Cedar Shaman as the powerful chief priest...

In the end, Director Talea came up with a compromise, allowing Cedar Shaman to become a lecturer at Shenwei University, and as the deputy dean of the Navigation Academy, he gained the honorary status of the fourth-level chief priest. And this is also the reason why North Korean shipwright Kim Sun-soo regards Cedar Shaman as the "master of the palace" in the government...

Later, Cedar Shaman stayed in the capital of Qin Congcan for eight months, wandering around as if he had entered the Grand View Garden. He has rich experience, is good at speaking, and has a very high talent for languages. He can speak proficient Nahua language and is very popular among the nobles of the kingdom. He only holds a temporary position in the Navigation Academy, and occasionally talks about the language and customs of the Northern Continent, but the only ones who are really willing to listen to these are a dozen priest apprentices who are from civilian backgrounds and want to start a missionary career in the Northern Continent. And his own motivation to learn all kinds of knowledge is like an old pine tree sprouting up, much better than many priest apprentices!

Until last December, he heard that his old friend Mikey, the learned man, had arrived in Zicao County in an unprecedented sailing ship that was as fast as the wind god and came from an unknown tribe in the north... He immediately became excited. Heading south, I didn’t even attend the New Year Festival in the capital, so I had to go see the Fengshen’s ship.

However, Mickey the Knowledgeable only met with him once, and without any time to chat, he hurried north to the capital city in the lake to report back to Director Shenqi on the important task of building a "new sailing ship".

This time, Cedar Shaman did not run back, but stayed in Zicao County, "hanging around" in the Southern Shipyard for days. He has a transcendent status, is a good hand with wood, and is also very concerned about shipbuilding. After deliberately getting close, he got involved in the shipbuilding team. Then, he met Chihuaco, the old militiaman, and the gold shipwright in charge of shipbuilding...

"Old Qitou, give me back my scepter!"

"No! You promise me first that you will behave yourself on the boat from now on and not mess around!...Ha! Still want to rob?..."

The cedar shaman quickly reached out and grabbed the scepter in Chihuaco's hand. However, Old Man Qi raised his scepter like a spear and avoided it just right. The two moved quickly and fought for several times on the spot, but to no avail. The Cedar Shaman sighed and cursed angrily.

"You old corn, you look so wilted, but you turn out to be more agile than a monkey..."

"Ha! You old fool, you are just relying on your strength to act like a black bear!..."

"Ha! In the northern continent, black bears are easy to describe and are the totems of many tribes!..."

"Tsk tsk! In our lake kingdom, corn is a good thing! I just like to grow corn and eat it!..."

"Ugh! You old corn! You don't even know how to hunt, you only know how to farm all day long!..."

"Haha! You old fool! You don't even know how to plant the land, but you still want to support the tribe?..."

"Old corn!"

"Old wood!"

"Hahaha!…"

The two old men started to tear each other apart and cursed each other for a while. The gold shipbuilder was frightened and didn't know what the two "adults" were doing. After a while, the two suddenly stopped and laughed together, looking like close friends. It was really strange.

"Old man Qi, why am I lying to you? I'm really a good swimmer! Even at this age, it's not a problem to swim seven or eight miles!...Twenty years ago, I traveled to the north and participated in tribal fishing with the Viyot people. Festival. At that time, I swam into the lake with a wooden stick and chased the scurrying fish. I knocked out a big fish with two sticks and became the first person to catch fish in the Fish Festival! And I won the fish After the festival, the most beautiful women in the tribe all pounced on me and insisted on sleeping with me, unable to escape..."

"Huh? Hit the fish with a wooden stick? My God, you are an old turkey with fried feathers, you want to fly into the sky!..."

Hearing this, Chihuaco, the old militiaman, looked up and down at the confident Cedar Shaman with suspicious eyes. He was very doubtful, could anyone really hit a fish with a wooden stick? How stupid that fish must be! Wait... The old militiaman was stunned for a moment, then he realized and asked in surprise.

"Old Mumu, you just said that in your hometown... as long as you catch a fish, you will have a wife? Is there such a good thing?..."

"Huh? That's not my hometown, it's the Viyot people in the north... She's not a wife, she's just sleeping. This is the custom of many tribes in the northern continent, which is to let tribal guests from far away leave their seeds... The guests' health is getting worse You are strong. The more you show your bravery, the more popular you will be with the tribal women! There will be many women vying for yours, even several of them together... When I traveled, it was a northern cedar, and the wind was blowing... Hey! I never thought that so many years have passed and people are getting older!… Hey, bring it!…”

Mentioning the story of his youth, Cedar Shaman shook his head with a smile, as if he couldn't bear to look back on the past and had experienced too many adventures. Chihuaco, an old militiaman, was fooled by the old fox. Without paying attention, he was attacked by the cedar shaman and took back the scepter. Seeing the proud Cedar Shaman, he curled his lips, turned around, and asked the Gold Shipwright.

"Lao Jin, you are also from the north. That thing of yours, oh! Does the Liangtang tribe also have this custom? As long as you fish well, you can sleep with the women of the tribe..."

"Uh! Captain Qi... It's not like this over there... Absolutely not!..."

Shipwright Jin Shanshu's Nahua language was very average, and he could barely understand the conversation between the two, which made his old face tremble with fear. He waved his hands vigorously, almost throwing away the golden talisman in his hand, and defended eagerly.

"Lord God, this is definitely not the case over there! How could it be like this, how could it be so...immoral?!...Except for the lowly prostitutes and medical prostitutes, if something like this happened to the good families in the village...then they would be punished by the village elders They took people, tied them up, toured the village, and then immersed them in pig cages and drowned them in ponds..."

Hearing Jin Shanshu's stammering description, Chihuaco and Cedar Shaman were both stunned. Then, Chihuaco blinked and asked in confusion.

"What is a woman who can heal and sleep with others? What is a four-legged pig who can grunt?..."

Cedar Shaman was also puzzled, scratching his head and asking.

"What is a good family in the village? Does hunting and fishing count? And why should a cage used to hold four-legged animals contain people?..."