Chapter 1286 Shaman Book, "Natural Spirits of Cedar and Chihuahua"

"The day to go out to sea... finally came!..."

Beside the lush vegetable field, the old militiaman Chivaco had a difficult look on his face, reaching for his waist again and again. After a while, he took out a shriveled red pepper, put it to his nose and sniffed it, and asked with a bitter face.

"Old Wood, when are we... leaving?"

"The order is urgent. We'll leave at the beginning of next month!"

"Ah! Next month? I want to go back to Gyeonggi and say goodbye to my daughter and granddaughter..."

The old militiaman sighed again. Last year, his daughter Lu Wei finally gave birth to a granddaughter with the stupid wood Weziti. Lu Wei's body was weak to begin with, and she became even weaker after giving birth. She often had cold hands and feet and sore all over. In the end, it was the old wood Xue Song who took out a prescription from the northern tribe and personally mixed some herbs, which helped her recover a little...

Thinking of this, the old militiaman gritted his teeth, was silent for a while, and just said.

"Next month, then next month! Are we going to go to the south thousands of miles away to find the origin of potatoes and priest beans, that Lima? And then come into contact with that 'Bowl of the Sun'?..."

"Oh! That's 'Tawantinsuyu', the kingdom of the sun... Old Corn, you have to learn to read. I'm so old, and I study hard every day, but you farm every day, leisurely..."

The cedar shaman smiled and grabbed Chihuaco's arm to prevent him from running away. Then, he smiled mysteriously.

"But! This time we won't go to the south, that will have to wait until next year... We're going to the north this time!... Back to my home! My tribe, my hometown, is in the golden bay of the northern continent!..."

"What! Go to the north? You mean, the support fleet in the north?..."

The old militia was stunned, with a blank look on his face. That blind man... never told him to go to the north? Haven't we already explored the north and found out that many kingdom priests have gone there? Why did they suddenly change their minds? Could it be... huh? ! ...

The old militiaman suddenly came to his senses. He looked at the smiling old man with a suspicious face and quickly asked the key question.

"Old man, Cedar! Why did the northern support fleet take me with them?... Was my name mentioned in the order to go out to sea?..."

"Hey! My name was on the order... I just wanted to go back to my hometown to explain before going to the southern continent... Finally, I would like to talk to my old friends in the tribe..."

The Cedar Shaman tightened his palms again, and then smiled shyly and said to Chivako.

"As for you... I'm here to invite you! I asked the leader of the team. He said that you are the exploration captain that His Majesty values ​​and personally appointed! If you take the initiative to ask, it will be no problem to join this group of exploration fleets heading north. And as long as you go, he will give you the position of deputy captain!..."

"What! Let me take the initiative to apply to go to sea? Am I crazy?!..."

The old militia was furious and wanted to turn around and leave, but he couldn't pull his arm out. He stared at the smiling Xue Song fiercely and "spit" directly.

"Damn it! You old wood, your face is thicker than the city wall! If you want to go to sea and return home, just go by yourself! Why do you have to drag me?... I don't know how long it will take to go back and forth, and I don't know if I can come back... I won't go! I still have to guard this land, waiting to harvest tomatoes and peppers in summer, and beans and rice in autumn!..."

"Hey! Old corn... This time, just treat it as a brother's beg..."

Cedar Shaman smiled, his waist and back were a little hunched. He was not used to this posture, and his face was obviously embarrassed. The old militia frowned, looked at Cedar carefully for a while, and then said in a deep voice.

"Old wood! What is the pulp in your pumpkin? You insist on letting me join the fleet and go back with you... What do you want me to do?!..."

"Uh... I... Actually... Hey! I'll tell you the truth..."

Cedar Shaman shook his head, looked into Chivaco's eyes, and asked sincerely.

"This time, the kingdom's support fleet has another mission... which is to arrange priests in various places, establish a fiefdom system, and establish trade and tribute for each tribe... In short, our Miwok tribes will not only accept the priests' conversion to the main god, but also formally join the Lake Kingdom in the form of fiefdoms and states!..."

"As for the affairs of overseas tribes, the priests and the captains and vice-captains of the support fleet have great actual judicial power... Although I have been awarded the title of 'Vice Dean of the Navigation Academy', which is nominally equivalent to a fourth-level chief priest, I know very well that this title is actually false... I can only have a chance to say a few words in the capital of the kingdom as a 'conversion model' for the tribes to see... Once I go out to sea and join the support fleet, I can't play any role at all. Affected..."

"But Chivaco, you are different! Although you have no official position, you are valued by His Majesty and have made two voyages... In the sailing fleet, you are like a glorious old turtle. Even if you don't like to move, seabirds will land on you... So, I would like to ask you to go north with me! When the Miwok tribes establish their own countries, you can help speak some words between the fleet and the tribe..."

"Hey! Old friend... If it weren't for the future of the tribe, I wouldn't lose face and come to you... Whether to go or not, it's up to you to decide... If you don't want to go, I can understand. After all, there are risks when you go out to sea..."

After saying these words, the cedar shaman took a long breath, as if he had put down a heavy burden, and the whole person felt relaxed. He loosened his grip on Chivaco's palm and just looked at the old militia, waiting for his reply.

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The old militiaman was silent, his expression changed, and he was obviously hesitant. He lowered his head, avoiding the expectant eyes of the Cedar Shaman. After a long silence, he took out the dried chili pepper and took two deep breaths. Then, he looked at the old face of the Cedar Shaman with his eyes wide open, cursed, and spat in his face.

"You damn old man! I really owe you my life! If it weren't for you making medicine for my daughter, if it weren't for your pleading, I would have raised my hand... Even if you beat me to death with your pine stick, I would not accompany you to the sea!..."

"You damn old man! You are thicker than the bark of a tree! This round trip is tens of thousands of miles, and I have to drift on the sea for at least a year. It's simply a waste of my life!... You still want me to have the nerve to speak for your tribe in the fleet, you might as well let me sell my life to you!"

"I really am...blinded by the yellow mud, and I bumped into you, a cedar...Do I still have to carry a hoe and seeds to your tribe and plant the fields for you when the time comes?..."

"Ah! Ahahaha!..."

The cedar shaman was scolded to death, and his face was full of saliva. But his old face gradually showed a smile, and his waist straightened up. He rubbed his hands vigorously and answered happily.

"Old Yumi, you are like the old mole in the north, a true master of farming... If you are willing to teach the tribe how to farm, I will naturally welcome you! I will pack all the seeds of these crops for you in advance!..."

"Ah! Bah! You shameless old man!..."

"Old Yumi, I am really happy that you are willing to help me!"

The cedar shaman smiled happily. He blinked his eyes, looked at the wrinkled old man in front of him, and said sincerely.

"Don't worry! You are a master of farming, and I am a master of herbal medicine. And many of my medicines are left in the tribe... When I return to my hometown, I will take out all the deer and bear medicines that the tribe has collected, and give you a good restorative body!... I have experience, my medicine is very effective, I guarantee you can do it!... Old Corn, I will arrange for you in the tribe, and I will definitely let you stay in the north..."

"Ah? What deer and bear medicine? What guarantee that I can do it? You white-headed catbird, what are you talking about again?..."

Chivako's old face trembled, and he shouted angrily with some guilt.

"Don't do those nonsense! Help me prepare some more herbal medicines for restoring the body... for my daughter..."

"Don't worry! My deer and bear medicines, as long as the prescription is changed, can be used by both men and women!..."

The cedar shaman patted his chest, full of confidence. Then, he thought about it, held Chivako's hand again, and swore solemnly.

"Chihuaco! Great spiritual witness, I will accompany you to the southern continent, regardless of life and death dangers!... Even if we are chased and bitten by a pack of wolves, I will carry you out alive! Even if the ship sinks, I will carry you to the shore... Of course, if we encounter a big storm at sea, then I will be powerless and can only be swept into the sea together..."

"And if we can come back alive... I will write a book with you based on our experience, a shaman inheritance book on farming and herbal medicine... You just dictate, and I will write!..."

"What do you mean by writing a book... Can you... Can you write those dazzling words?..."

"Of course! I have learned a lot, and it is not difficult for me... Older black bears are wise, and they will become smarter and smarter as they grow older!"

The cedar shaman smiled slightly and said a northern proverb comparing himself to a black bear. Then, at the edge of the vibrant field, he held Chihuaco's hand, raised it high like a black bear, and declared loudly.

"That will be my shaman heritage... passed on to the descendants of my tribe, and also to your family descendants! The name of the book is... "The Natural Spirits of Cedar and Chihuahua"!..."