Chapter 1343 When We Get Old, We Will Go to Cuba!
Chapter 1343 When we get old, we will go to Cuba! …
"Nobles and tribesmen are like cocoa trees and grass seedlings..."
The stream meanders beside the harvested rice fields. In the distance are the redwoods of Xishan, towering into the clouds.
Old militiaman Chihuaco sat on the ridge of the field, looking at the golden mountains, the fir trees on the top of the mountain, and the rice fields at his feet. He didn't speak for a long time. He was a man who had suffered. He had experienced the separation of his wife and children, the destruction of his family, and then he had a hard time putting his family together. He was also a person who had experienced many things, from the south to the north, from the destruction of the country to the establishment of the country, and then to explore overseas.
Perhaps, in the entire Xishan Port, whether it was the immigrants of the kingdom or the local Miwok tribe, he was the only one who could understand the old shaman Cedar. And only Cedar Shaman could speak to his heart.
".Old Wood, look at the present! Plant more crops in this field, and more high-yield crops, and more people can be fed!... No matter what some people will do after becoming masters... It is never a bad thing to harvest more food and keep more people alive!..."
".Old Corn, maybe I am greedy, I always want to do more!... Actually, I regret it a little... If I took over the Miwok tribes and became the king of a feudal state... Would it not only allow the tribe to have enough food? Would it also allow the entire tribe, young and old, to climb to the top of the mountain together?... But I thought about it for a long time. I have been waiting for a long time, and I am a little scared! …”
“I am afraid that if I become a king and die, things will get worse! They will use my name to make people worship me, and use the people twice as much as they want, just like burning firewood in the fire…I am even more afraid that while I am still here, the previous ‘Shaman Cedar’ will change, becoming a ‘sacred tree’ in the mouth of the priests, and it will also regard itself as a sacred tree! …After all, there was no statue in the temple, but only the image of the god was carved on wood. With more people worshiping, it became Him…”
The Cedar Shaman was talking nonsense, but it was completely sincere. At his age, it is not easy to say a few words from his heart. At this moment, he looked at Chivaco’s old face with bright eyes, like a child.
"Old Yumi, you said that one day in the future, everyone will be able to eat enough, no one will be rich or poor, no one will order anyone around... Just like the kingdom of God that the priests talked about, everyone can be peaceful and happy, and die with a smile?..."
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Chihuaco turned his head slightly to avoid the gaze of the cedar shaman. He kept silent for a long time, thinking about the exploration of Cuba in the East China Sea, and the simple and kind Taino tribes who could eat enough cassava, smoke happily, and die early. After a while, he sighed softly.
"Old Wood, there will be such a day! I have also seen such a place and such a tribe!..."
"Ah! Where?!"
"On the big island in the East China Sea, there is a group of very good Taino people. Their cassava can produce 500 to 600 kilograms per mu, so that everyone can have enough food!... They have no fighting and war, no nobles, and even no warriors. There are only farmers, fishermen and hunters... When we met them, they warmly entertained us, singing and dancing, smoking and drinking, and young men and women sleeping..."
As he spoke, Chihuaco smiled, just like the beauty in his memories. The cedar shaman listened to him and slowly laughed. It was not until Chihuaco finished speaking that the cedar shaman was still unsatisfied and looked forward to it.
"Great natural spirit! That's a great place! Old Wood, when we sail south and come back from that 'Tavantinsuyu in the Kingdom of the Sun'... let's go to the East China Sea! Go to the big island of Cuba you mentioned... smoke and drink there, raise a group of beautiful snails, and fish with fish that can suck fish! Then, grow old and die with a smile!..."
".Ah, go to Cuba?..."
"Yes! Go to Cuba!..."
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The old militia fell silent again. He did not tell the cedar shaman how weak and powerless those simple and kind island tribes, that kind of peaceful and beautiful life in the kingdom of God, faced what kind of evil demons and dangers! Just like the colorful snails on the island, although beautiful and gorgeous, they are the fattest prey in front of the predatory birds and beasts...
"Well! Good! When we are old and can't go out to sea... the last trip will go to Cuba!..."
After a long time, the old militia still smiled. He nodded, agreed to the cedar shaman's proposal, and tried to smile.
"Old wood! You don't have to be discouraged... Everything will be fine! The trees will grow taller and taller, and the grain will grow more and more... There will always be better days, a better day!..."
"Like the current Kingdom of the Lake, it is much better than when it was Tarasco! In the past, eight out of ten noble lords were extremely vicious and wanted to skin and dig out bones... Now, out of ten nobles, there are probably only four that greedy, and the other four can do something practical..."
"The priests now are much better! At least, many of them come from their own villages and are really guiding the villagers. They teach people to compost, organize people to repair canals, and even distribute temple farm tools to the villagers!..."
"And that blind one... cough... that majesty you haven't seen! He is a rare kind among the nobles. Not only does he attach great importance to farming, he also restrains nobles and priests, and greatly reduces human sacrifices... He is a rare good man and looks good!..."
"Ah? The Kingdom's Death Chief, the invincible Wolf King who guides countless fierce warriors...is he actually like this? It's very different from the rumors!..."
"Well! You can finally see him! He will definitely be happy to see you! Just wait until we come back from the south..."
The two old men squatted on the ridge of the field and chatted happily again. They talked from Miwok Gold Bay on the west coast to the Mexica Plateau in the center of the world, and from the Inca country in the southern continent to the paradise of Cuba in the far East China Sea.
The world is so majestic and complicated, and in everyone's heart, there is a kingdom of God that they long for, an utopia in which they place their hopes! No matter whether this ideal kingdom of God will come...
"The Lord God is paying attention! God has arrived!...He is watching you from the sky with his blood-red eyes! He is watching all the tribes, including fire and thunder, but also mercy and harvest!..."
More than four thousand miles of clouds and moons, from the Golden Bay of the Miwok people to the great Yomi tribe of the Yaqui people. The chief priest of Songbird raised his hands in the air and stood on the altar more than ten meters high, wearing complicated sacrificial robes. At this moment, in front of him is the blazing "Blue Holy Fire", and behind him rises the bloody and mysterious "Eye of God"!
A total of seven thousand Yuemei tribesmen fell on the ground in fear, kneeling before the powerful "Southern God of War" and were shocked by this unimaginable "miracle"!
"The people of Firestone, the tribe of Yomei tribe, the lost branch of Jiao people! Convert to the supreme Lord God at this moment! ... Blood oath conversion! Offer your hair, drink the devout blood wine, and give your souls and faith, to the sun god of the sky!”
The Songbird Priest shouted high and recited the most sacred hymn for the coming of the Kingdom of God in his heart. Thousands of warriors from the kingdom, all wearing armor and holding axes, stood beside clusters of holy fires. There are also more than a thousand Yuomei tribesmen who have converted early, and they are worshiping the "Eye of God" in the sky, shouting the name of the Lord God enthusiastically!
"Praise the great southern god who appears! Praise the flying sun god!..."
"Convert to the Supreme Lord God! He devours all gods and is the most powerful God of War!..."
There are clusters of holy fires, and priests from the kingdom stand in front of the fire, as well as dozens of local priest apprentices. They looked solemn, holding obsidian daggers, waiting for the upcoming blood oath conversion! But this time, they will completely convert to the powerful Yomei tribe, and all Yaqi tribes within a radius of two hundred miles will fall into the arms of the Lord God!
At this time, seven days had passed since the long-planned autumn raid. With the assistance of a thousand local believers, the order of the entire Yomei tribe has been completely stabilized. And the Great Mountain Eagle Chief of the Yomei Tribe, who led two thousand warriors to attack the "mountain tribe", had already been ambushed by the Feather Clan and suffered a terrible defeat. I'm afraid he will never come back...
Ah, I'm back. After being sick for a few days, I came back with full health and started to update!