Chapter 1437: Farm Well! Silver Will Grow in the Wasteland
The rainy season comes from the Caribbean Sea in the east, bringing drizzling rain to the plateau and jungle. The busy spring farming scene starts from the Apa Plain in the Lake Kingdom, to the Chapala Lake area, then to the Patzcuaro Lake area, and finally to the shore of Lake Atoyac!
The white stone fertilizer and the gray mature fertilizer provide nutrition for high-yield crops. And with the construction of canals and dams, the number of Chinampas on the shore of Lake Patzcuaro is increasing day by day. The pig iron farm tools that are continuously transported from the Black Stone Mountain Mine also make it much easier to open up new fields and till the soil.
"Praise the Lord! The canals have water, the fields have fertilizer, and the villagers have farm tools... This year will definitely be another bumper year!..."
With the improvement of the agricultural foundation, the population of the entire Lake Kingdom is also growing rapidly. Although the total population of the counties in the kingdom is difficult to count, it is probably already 2.5 million, gradually approaching the Mexica Alliance of more than 3 million people.
Along the riverside fields, you can always see children of all ages helping to pull weeds, turn the soil, catch insects and dig wild vegetables, or go into the water to catch fish and shrimp. They mutter and habitually chant the name of the Lord God. In just ten years, when the children of this generation of the kingdom grow up, the tribes, beliefs and memories of the past will be like melting morning dew, turning into water vapor under the midday sun and disappearing without a trace.
"Praise the Lord God! Although these cassavas are poisonous and have killed several people...but the yield is really amazing! One acre is equivalent to four acres of Chinampa! The tribe should still plant more cassava!..."
The innovation of water conservancy, fertilizers, and agricultural tools in the Lake Kingdom only radiates a large circle in the Mexican Plateau and the western coast. However, it has always been unable to reach the thousands of miles of coast on the east side of the Gulf of Mexico. From the Red Crow Land in the northeast, to the long Totonac coast, and then to the Mayan Coast in the middle, what really brought about agricultural changes was the continuous expansion of cassava planting and the promotion of composting by the Lord God's priests.
Cassava is very suitable for the hot environment of tropical jungles and lowlands. It is very resistant to insect pests, bird pests and diseases, and is not very picky about the land. Although it is easy to be poisoned and cannot be stored for a long time, it is indeed "the food of the villagers given by the Lord God". From the hinterland of Warrior Lake in Red Crow to the riverside of Jinwancheng in the Totonac Alliance, large and small cassava fields can be seen, like low shrub graves, with small mounds of earth piled up one after another.
Every day, many tribesmen dig the soil and roots in the cassava fields to take out cassava for one or two days of consumption. They usually don't dig too much, because it will go bad if they can't eat it. They also won't dig up the roots of a cassava plant, because the cassava will die after digging it up, so they have to dig evenly from each plant.
These cassava fields are like berry bushes that attract ants, firmly adhering thousands and tens of thousands of tribes to this land day after day. They can't leave, and they are reluctant to leave. After all, it is rare to have enough food every day...
"The fleet of the coastal people is coming again! Where are the newly captured people in the north? Take them all over!..."
"The great chief said that this time he wants not only food, but also axes, spears and bows and arrows! The young chief has fought many times with the Apache tribe for that piece of "Black Stone Land" in the north. We must defeat these guys before we can demarcate the territory!..."
"Lord of the Big Bird! The coastal people have brought weapons! And some leather armor! One hand for people, and the other hand for things! Hey! This time there is also salt!..."
A prosperous port has been formed on the banks of the Heron River in the Red Crow Territory, with various huts and sheds extending for several miles. In the center of the port is a large "trade market" and a "trading warehouse" of the Coastal Alliance.
The fleet from the Coastal Alliance will unload various goods here, from food and cloth to weapons and leather armor, and even daily pottery, stone tools and farm tools. The "simple and hospitable" and "fierce-eyed" Red Crow tribal leaders can only offer a limited variety of trade items.
They usually bring the "northern tribesmen" they have captured, or even the unsupported people in their own tribe. These tribesmen carry heavy furs and sundries on their backs, the most common of which are bison skins and deerskins. In addition, the tribal warriors will carry some small things on their own, mainly "feathers, herbs and bone ornaments", and sometimes "gold sand, silver stones and mineral pigments".
Then, all the goods, including the tribesmen who transport the goods, will board the kingdom's fleet and wait to be transported back to the Coastal Alliance and to the Mayan land. The tribal warriors who exchanged for food and weapons will happily check the things they have exchanged, especially the rare bronze weapons and good bows and arrows! …
"Boss, the exchange is done. A dozen people are handed over to the coastal people! Get two bows, two bags of arrows, four pointed spears, eight bags of food, and a small bag of salt!..."
"Go! Go quickly! Be careful! Don't let other tribes rob them!..."
As he said, the tribal chief wearing a cow bone hat hurriedly took dozens of warriors, carefully carrying things and leaving quickly. You know, the Red Crow tribal alliance has always been loose, and there have never been so many strict rules. Everyone came from different tribes, and was pressed south by the cold wave, and then the two chiefs of the Red Crow were squeezed together. If there was any conflict or private robbery in a place where no one was, it would be very tight!
In fact, if it weren't for the coastal people's fleet, which was always escorted by a large number of coastal warriors, it would be difficult to take action on the sea... Then these large ships full of good goods would probably have been rushed up and robbed by the jealous tribes!
"Lord God bless! How many people were traded?"
"Master Priest, in the past ten days, the main branch of the Red Crow has brought more than a thousand men and women, and various barbarian chiefs have brought more than 900 people... The cargo on the ship has almost been unloaded, and a bunch of wild animals have been collected. There are a lot of cowhide, feathers, gold, silver and sundries, especially silver and stone. There seems to be a lot of silver and stone in the wasteland to the west, and there may be large mines buried there..."
"Well, it is true. Silverstone mines will always grow in the wasteland. Over there in Qingqiu, a large mountain of silverstone was discovered before, stretching for several miles! The priests are saying that there is the main god of the sun, The battlefield where the Moon God and many brother evil gods were killed. Wherever the evil gods were buried, their corpses turned into white silver stones... The gold and stones on the seashore were all newly sculpted in the temple by His Majesty's order. For the main statue, we might as well not use gold or stone, but use this kind of silver stone..."
The seaside priest on the fleet flagship shook his head and lamented that there was too much money and it always emerged from the wasteland. After all, 20% of the world's silver mines are buried in the great wilderness to the west, but no one knows about it. Then, he looked at the fleet full of Dingkou, thought for a moment, and gave the order.
"Witness the Lord God! There are almost enough people. No matter how many ships there are, the ship will not be able to hold it, and the food is also a bit tight. Let's set sail today!..."
"Sail for six days at a stretch to replenish some water in Crow City of the Silver Crow Tribe. If we sail for another six days with more strength, we can reach Jinwan City! At that time, we must first let these northern tribes disembark, and it will take ten days to Half a month later, after the conversion ceremony, we will continue to the Maya...May the Lord God bless us..."
"Yes! May the Lord God bless you!..."
Devout prayers sounded on the seaside fleet. Then, with the red crow tribesmen on the shore looking reluctant to give up, and with their weapons clenched tightly, the kingdom’s fleet blew the conch horn to return home.
"Duwu! Duwu!."
Soon, the modified galley raised its single-masted sail, rowed its double-row oars, and headed for the southern coast. This is how the "big fair" held every four months at the mouth of the Heron River ended. The next time to go to a lively market will be October.
Taking advantage of these few months of free time, the tribal chiefs can take a look at the grains sown in the fields and look for prey in the grasslands and woods. If you encounter a small tribe heading south, you can take action decisively and capture some more people! …
"The big bird master who can fight is a witness! If the tribe is captured again, the women will stay in the tribe to give birth, and all the men will be sent here!..."
The leader of the tribe was carrying a copper spear, carrying food on his back, and wearing a new leather armor, thinking secretly in his heart. Half of his face reflected the setting sun, reflecting the joy and expectation of the tribe's prosperity, while half of his face was in shadow, reflecting the ferocity and indifference of fighting and capturing prisoners.
I caught a cold and updated a little late. Sorry~