Chapter 1327 The Ming Empire’s Stone Tablet, Nurgandusi!

"Chief of Yuskin! This collection of yours actually has a wall that is easy to defend, so many earthen houses, and a large field of barnyard grass for harvesting. This is really a good place!"

"Haha! This is the best place within ten days' journey! It is on the edge of a big river, and the terrain is very good. We are not afraid of spring and summer floods. We migrated from the north to the south, and when we saw this place, we didn't want to leave. ! The tribe spent a lot of effort and killed many warriors to defeat this place! No one can take this collection away from us!…"

Maha Aguda carried the stone hammer and walked into the camp with Zuwaro with a proud face. This abandoned complex is very large, facing a river on two sides and woods and swamps on the other two sides. A circle of low earthen wall stretches along the river, and two to three hundred acres of obvious barnyard fields are adjacent to the earthen wall, scattered inside and outside the camp. There are many weeds in the barnyard fields that have not been taken care of. It’s just that the degenerated tares are more tenacious, and their long hairy ears sway in the wind, even overpowering the weeds.

"Lord God! What a strange barnyard field! The color of this ear is very different from what I saw on Maoxili Island... Chief Yupi, was this barnyard field planted by the previous tribe? You need to take good care of it. Only by taking care of it can we harvest more tares and feed the entire tribe..."

"Haha! The leader of the ship, these barnyard fields were not planted by the previous tribe, they have been there for a long time! It seems that they were planted by the big tribe who built this collection a long time ago... To be honest, if the previous tribe hadn't done it for this Katabeda will not fight to the death with us..."

Maha Aguda stopped and looked at the mess of tares and weeds in the field, and couldn't help but shook his head in embarrassment. He is a good fighter, his bravery is the best among all the tribes, and he has even killed a tiger with his bare hands! But you let him cultivate the barnyard fields and work in the messy fields with his head down? That would really cost you your life, and it would be a thankless effort, and you wouldn't be able to harvest a few more tares.

"Captain of the ship, our tribe is not very good at farming! As for farming to feed the tribe? Could it be that you eat too much spicy mushrooms, so you make such a ridiculous joke?... From here, in all directions, there is a Yue, no tribe can support themselves by growing tares!”

"This large field of tares, from the root of this wall to the forest over there, is harvested every single one. It is estimated that it can feed thirty people! These slightly poisonous things are harvested and saved by the tribe in autumn to survive the hardships. It’s winter! And we still have to rely on hunting and fishing for food! … But with these barnyard grasses, we can raise a few more horses and even get a few pigs from the south to raise…”

Zuwaro blinked and estimated the area of ​​two to three hundred acres of barnyard fields to support thirty people. That means eight acres can support one person. It depends on God's mood... This kind of output is really impossible. Support purely agricultural tribes. In this vast area of ​​dense forests, swamps and rivers, all the tribes in the forest should be half-farmers, half-fishers and hunters, raising some livestock by the way.

"This place is further north than the island of Mausili. It must be very cold in winter! Kazuto's rice can't be grown either, only this kind of cold-resistant tares... But I don't know if the Kingdom's potatoes can be grown here?..."

Zuvalo was thinking as he followed Chief Yuskin to the collection. The large and small mud houses are all square in shape, somewhat similar to the houses in the Kingdom, but they have thatched sloping roofs instead of the flat roofs in Central America. There are a lot of these houses, which shows that the market town here once had at least a thousand people. Now, some houses have no roofs, some have half of their walls collapsed, and there are only a few rooms left that can be occupied by people.

The Yuskin tribe did not renovate these houses, so it is estimated that they are not very good at repairing them. Most of them live in lightweight tipi tents that can be disassembled and dragged around. As for these collapsed houses, they became warehouses for storing tribal supplies, wall racks for drying meat, and livestock pens for raising dogs and horses.

"Chief Yuskin! Do you know which large southern tribe built this abandoned collection and when it was built? How long has it been abandoned?..."

"The leader of the ship, I told you, we just captured this collection! No one knows which tribe this collection belonged to before and when it was built! But what I can be sure of is that, The large southern tribes that were once here have completely left... If you walk south along the river for a month, you won't see them anymore! There are only many abandoned villages left, but none are as big as here... "

Speaking of this, Maha Aguda shook his muscles like a brown bear again. He confidently raised the stone hammer and declared threateningly to the ship-generating tribe who appeared by boat.

"Shipmaker! In any case, this place is now the territory of our Maha tribe! I, Maha Aguda, will lead the tribe to guard here, continue our tribe, and crush the invading enemies! No matter who it is, There is no way to take it away from us unless the last warrior of the Maha tribe dies in battle..."

Hearing the threat in these words, Zuvalo shook his head and asked with a smile, "Maha Aguda" to this strong and fearless Maha tribe chief.

"Maha Aguda, what if the previous owner of this place, the extremely powerful southern tribe, returns here again with thousands of warriors? Will you fight to the death?..."

"Uh! That's impossible!..."

"Why?"

"They can't possibly feed thousands of warriors! Even if there is such a powerful tribe that comes with thousands of warriors, they will eventually leave!... Because with so many warriors gathered here, they simply can't survive! Lin Zi There aren’t that many game animals here, and they can’t live by growing tares. There isn’t much farmland that’s not afraid of flooding, unless the forests are cut down and the swamps are drained!…”

"So, this large forest land can only support a few hundred tribes! This is the limit allowed by the gods and mountain spirits!..."

Maha Agu picked up the stone hammer and smashed it into the ground. Then, he looked into Zuvalo's eyes and threatened coldly.

"And when the number of people is the same, we are not afraid of anyone! Including you, the tribe that makes the ship!..."

Zuvalo blinked, pondered for a while, and then asked with a smile.

"Maha Aguda, you occupy this place just for this barnyard field and the earthen hut enclosure where you can survive the winter?..."

"Of course! If not for this, why would we fight with the original tribe here? We have lost many warriors!..."

"What if the climate gets colder and colder, and even the weeds can no longer grow, and even the walls of the earthen huts cannot withstand the cold?... When the time comes, will you still stay here? Or will you migrate south again, looking for a better place? A warm place?…”

"...the climate is colder?..."

Maha Aguda frowned, looking at the nagging and feathered captain of the ship, he vaguely sensed some prophecies from the forest shaman. He tugged at his long braid a little irritably, not knowing what to say.

As a tribe of "born Jurchens" in the dense forests of the north, they do not have the tradition of shaving their hair and leaving pigtails like those "mature Jurchen" tribes in the south. They never shave their heads, and their long, trailing braids can be wrapped around their necks to keep warm in winter...

"Chief of the ship! Shut your damn mouth! It took a lot of effort for the tribe to move here from the cold north of Haizi. I don't want to go south again! ... Every migration ends with endless tribes annexing Fight with..."

"Here! The southern tribe altar you want to worship is right here! You can take people there by yourself! I'm too lazy to go in, it's full of blood, and I haven't cleaned it up yet!..."

"I have to get some meat to eat! Although that can of meat porridge is delicious, it's only such a small can... Chi Liu!... You can see for yourself! Anyway, it's here!"

Zuvalo nodded, watched the fish-skin chief leave, and then turned around. A strange-shaped "temple", with an octagonal stone guard tower, a tall temple hall, and a multi-story pagoda temple on the side, completely unfolded before his eyes!

"Hey! This octagonal stone tower... looks very similar to the lanterns made by Kazuto! Could it be that the large southern tribe here and Kazuto's large tribe all believed in the same gods?"

Zuvalo looked serious and carefully observed the octagonal stone tower and the lotus base under the stone tower. This seems to be a mysterious religious symbol, and it is a very beautiful image, but it is difficult to understand the meaning.

"Hmm... an octagonal tower, a temple that believes in lotus? With such vivid paintings and carvings, the tribes who built this temple obviously have very high craftsmanship skills!... Wow! They can actually build such a small base with such a small base. A tall building?…His! Or a multi-story building with a stone base and a wooden roof?”

Zuvaro looked at it carefully for a while, then looked at the multi-story pagoda temple on the side, with shock on his face.

Those pagoda temples are narrow and long, as if they were once very tall. Even if most of it has collapsed, it is still three people tall! The Alliance also has a large temple that is more than seventy meters high, but in order to support such a high temple, a base with a radius of several hundred meters was built. Judging from the construction techniques of the plateau tribes, it is almost impossible to build such a long and narrow pagoda temple, let alone build it with wood! …

"What a pity! Most of the carefully carved wooden parts in these pagoda temples have been removed... I guess they were made by local tribes, and they used the wood to burn fires?..."

Zuvalo pondered for a while, sighed regretfully, and then walked towards the collapsed "temple" hall in the middle. This unknown "temple hall" presents a peculiar square shape. The roof seems to be very high, but it has collapsed in the wind and rain. The originally majestic hall has lost the top of the hall, and only the bottom circle is left. You can vaguely see the grandeur of the past.

Perhaps, it is not only the baptism of wind, rain and time, but also the destruction of man-made demolition. Those incomplete carved beams and painted beams and the upper parts of the wood have basically disappeared. It was probably dismantled by the local tribe and used as fuel for burning fires and heating. Only the foundation and walls of earth and stone, with the mottled and falling red paint, the smoky murals, and the dark red solidified blood stains, all together tell the story of Nirvana in the age of the end of the Dharma.

"Hey! Next to the altar, there is a fallen statue of a god! ... Ooh! It's so lifelike, its face is exactly the same as a real person! The carving skills are really amazing! ..."

Zuvarro raised his feet, avoiding the dark red blood clots everywhere in the hall, and walked towards the center of the temple. There was obviously an altar there with sacrificial bones and blood stains on it. It was probably the one the dog leader was talking about. But the statue behind the altar had fallen to the ground. His body fell into two halves, leaving only a lifelike and compassionate face. His eyes were stained red by the blood of the tribal fighting, and it seemed like he shed tears of blood...

At this moment, the Buddha's head on the blood lotus looked at the unexpected visitor with compassionate eyes. Zuvalo stared silently for a while, feeling an indescribable vicissitude and a strange and strange divinity. He lowered his head uneasily and prayed devoutly.

"Lord God! The tide of faith has receded from this vast forest, taking away all the warmth that once existed. Even the statues in the temple have lost their heads and are covered in blood... Endless cold, endless fighting and chaos have come for a long time, just like the winter that has already arrived... Who can change all this?... May the Lord God bless you!..."

In the collapsed Buddhist temple, Zuwaro prayed devoutly to the Lord God and gradually calmed down his fluctuating emotions. But soon, his peaceful heart was shocked by a greater discovery! Samurai leader Tamicao suddenly exclaimed and shouted to the literate exploration captain.

"Chief Priest! There are two stone tablets here! It seems to be... It seems to be the text of the kingdom!!"..."

"What? Stone tablets with text? Or the text of your majesty's divine revelation!..."

Zuwaro stepped on the bloodstains and walked quickly to Tamicao's side. Then, he looked at the first stone tablet. On it, there were indeed the characters of the kingdom, which were Chinese characters that he could recognize and understand!

"Yongning Temple Record... I have heard that the virtue of heaven is high and bright, so it can cover the curtain; the virtue of the earth is broad and thick, so it can hold the saint; the virtue of man is sacred, so it can please the near and obey the far, and give generously to help the masses..."

"Hong Wei, since the unification of our dynasty, the world has been peaceful for fifty years... However, the Nurgan Kingdom in the northeast, the way is at the top of the three translations... Everyone has heard of it and admired it, but has not come. Moreover, the land does not produce grains, does not produce cloth, and only raises dogs... Eat meat and wear leather, and like bows and arrows..."

"In the spring of the ninth year of Yongle, the internal official Yishiha and others were specially sent to lead more than a thousand official troops, Twenty-five huge ships returned to their country, and Nurgan Dusi was established... A guard post was established according to the local conditions, and the old people were gathered to govern each other..."

"In the winter of the tenth year, the emperor ordered the internal officials Yishiha and others to bring them to his country... In the autumn of the eleventh year, there is a Zhanman Trail to the west of Bu Nurgan, and the mountain on the left is high and beautiful... Now a temple has been built to sculpt Buddhas, and the situation is elegant and spectacular..."

"The old and young in the country, from far and near, are all gathered... Then they said: "Since ancient times, there has never been such a holy emperor... My sons and grandsons will be subject to you for generations, and there will never be any dissent!"

"During the rule of Yao and Shun, the heaven led the people, and they did not go beyond the nine states... The barbarians and the barbarians, without the use of military power, all paid tribute and submitted to the country... "The Doctrine of the Mean" says: What the sky covers, the earth carries..."

"It is just that our dynasty has infinite virtue, and the sincerity is endless, and it is the same body as the sky. This is unparalleled! It is not great! Therefore, I write this article to record it, so that it will be immortal for thousands of years! ..."

Zuvarro read silently, and the traces of a powerful empire, like the words engraved on the stone tablet, unfolded in his imagination bit by bit. Although, he did not recognize many complex words. And some scattered handwritings have been lost...

But just a few words of description are enough to show the power of this old empire! Those confident words are full of the power and glory of "great virtue is boundless, sincere and breathless, and one body with heaven"!...

"It is said that our dynasty has great virtue and boundless, sincere and breathless, and one body with heaven! ... One body with heaven! ..."

Zuwaro murmured and repeated this sentence, as if he saw an old sun in the sky, hot and bright, illuminating the entire vast north. And how long ago was that once bright old day?

Thinking of this, Zuwaro lowered his head and finally saw the end of the inscription. There was a prosperous era of "eternal peace and happiness", and a trace of the glorious past that was buried until today...

"In the eleventh year of Yongle, on September 22, the imperial envoy, Yishiha..."