Chapter 472: Exploration of the Lake Kingdom, Shining Gold and Stone

The low sound of drums echoed in the wilderness by the sea, accompanied by the joyful singing of the crowd. The bonfire was burning, reflecting seemingly identical smiles on the faces of both parties.

Chihuaco, the old militiaman, had a smile on his face. He looked at Chief Callan's expression carefully and asked aloud.

"Hello, friend! Wow! Where is that island with many seabirds?"

"Ah ha ha!"

Chief Kallan smiled warmly, but did not answer directly. He looked at the bronze spears of the Prepecha warriors and asked with interest.

"Friends, your spear seems different from ours. Can I take a look?"

Chihuaco's expression froze, and after a few breaths, he nodded with a smile.

"Good friend!"

After speaking, he shouted a few words to Puap. The gray earth warrior looked alert, holding the bronze dagger at his waist with one hand, and handed over a bronze spear with the other hand.

Chief Kalan took the bronze spear and looked at the gray warrior's bronze dagger nonchalantly. Then, he carefully observed the sharp edge of the bronze spearhead, and then slashed it with the stone knife at his waist. His expression immediately changed. He looked surprised and spoke eagerly.

"Friend, what is this spearhead made of? It's so fast and tough!"

".This is made of a special kind of stone. My friend, tell me the location of the island. This spear is for you!"

Chihuaco took a step closer and tentatively extended his arm.

Chief Karan subconsciously wanted to dodge, but immediately held back. He also stretched out his arms and touched the old militiaman, holding each other's shoulders.

"Ahaha! My friend, I will tell you everything I know about the flames of my ancestors! But I have a request, which is to trade such fast and tough weapons with the Lake Tribe!"

"Huh? Trading weapons?"

Chihuaco was a little surprised when he heard this. He looked at Chief Karan's expression again, and found no obvious killing intent.

"This is not impossible. It's just that, friends, what do you have that you can trade?"

Chief Callan's eyes flickered and he thought for a moment. The tribe had corn, beans, fish, pottery, cotton cloth and salt, but the quantities were not sufficient. The only things that can be traded with the southern tribes are a few rich stones in the mountains. Hearing that the southern tribes valued these useless things, he gave a few instructions in a deep voice, and a few personal guards left in a hurry and returned to the neighboring tribes.

"Friends, please be as patient as the rocks on the eastern mountaintops. The warriors return to their tribes and will be back soon."

Seeing someone leaving, Chihuaco became increasingly wary. He lowered his voice and spoke in Prepecha dialect.

"Old Pu, go and greet the warriors and ask them to make preparations just in case. If a large number of warriors from the Yorem tribe arrive."

Puap frowned and nodded slightly. He disappeared for a moment, and when he came back, he brought several of the most skilled warriors with him, vaguely surrounding Chief Kallan in the center.

Chief Kallan seemed unaware. He still smiled warmly and spoke.

"Friends, in fact, our area has luxuriant water plants, many trees, and there are always a lot of seabirds. Fishermen are fishing nearby, and the small islands are full of beautiful birds. But to say that the island with the most seabirds is in the northwest The big turtle island in the sea!”

"The big turtle island in the northwest? How far is it?"

Chihuaco perked up and asked.

"Go out to sea from here and follow the coast all the way to the northwest, passing by the Yoeme tribe of the Yaqui people, then the Guaymas tribe, and continue on until you encounter a aggressive tribe. The Seri people. The big island in the sea is in the land of the Seri people, and their fishermen are also there.”

Chief Kallan shook his head, and the deer head he was wearing also shook.

"The fishermen of the tribe have to row boats for more than ten days and dock several times in Yaqui villages to get there. But your boats are big and fast, so it may not take that long. Legend has it that Turtle Island was transformed by giant turtles and lived there. There are countless flocks of birds. The Sri people occupy the large island and the nearby water, and do not allow the fishing boats of other tribes to pass.”

"Hmm Yaqi people? Sri people? Friend, can you tell me about their situation?"

"The Yaqui are our Mayo brothers. We worship the fire of our ancestors, grow the same corn, speak the same language, and bleed the same blood. As for the Sri"

Speaking of the Sri people, Chief Kallan's expression turned slightly cold.

"What they said is completely different from the surrounding tribes. They have no blood from us! Their ancestors came from the northern desert and had an unclear relationship with the aggressive desert people. They hunted wild beasts and seabirds and went out to sea to fight. Fish often move to camps. They will also compete with various tribes for prey and fish, and even harass the villages of various tribes. Friends, we need your sharp weapons to drive away these wandering tribes! "

"Okay, okay! Friend"

Chihuaco responded gently, thoughts flashing in his mind. The fleet arrived at the large island in the northwest. Going to the land of the Sri people might not be smooth sailing. He thought about it and asked with a smile.

“Besides the big islands with sea turtles in the northwest, what else is there in the sea, islands with lots of seabirds?”

"Um"

Chief Callan hesitated for a moment. This question is actually not a secret. If the tribe in the lake continues to go northwest, the Yome tribe and the Guayma tribe along the way will know the answer.

"Friend, to our west, you can find a long and narrow peninsula after two days of boating. The peninsula stretches all the way, very long and very long. There are many flocks of birds on the peninsula, and there are many small islands nearby. It is relatively dry there, and it cannot support too many people, and there are no large tribes. The middle of the peninsula is the land of the Cochimí people, and there is a small tribe that is quite friendly."

"Within two hundred miles to the west, there is a very long peninsula. It is relatively dry, there are many seabirds, and there are many Cochimí people on the small islands?"

Chihuaco lowered his head slightly, sorting out the valuable information of Chief Kalan. He was somewhat grateful for the other party's honesty, with a smile on his old face, looking into the other party's eyes and nodding repeatedly.

"Friend, good! Good friend!"

"Yeah. Friend, we are good friends!"

Chief Kalan smiled, took the wooden bell, touched Chihuaco's bell, and stopped talking. The two smiled and remained silent until a dozen tribal warriors carrying rattan baskets hurried to the chief's side, and the atmosphere in the field changed again.

Puapu quietly clenched the dagger, squinted his eyes, counted the number of people coming, and slowly let go.

Chief Kalan's expression remained unchanged. He thought for a moment, stretched out his hand, took the heaviest rattan basket, and dumped it directly on the ground. In an instant, the shining dark golden light was reflected in everyone's eyes! Puapu's expression suddenly changed, and greed flashed in his eyes.

A large pile of crude gold ore was scattered at the feet of everyone, some of which still had the dark color of the original ore, like golden pebbles. And among the gold nuggets, there were more tiny gold grains, scattered like corn kernels, immersed in the grass and soil.

Chief Kalan didn't care about the scattered gold and stones, but only paid attention to the expressions of the messengers in the lake. Seeing the joy on everyone's faces, he felt relieved and confident.

There were many of these golden stones in the nearby mountains and in the streams in the mountains. These gold and stones are not only found on the land of the Mayo people, but also on the land of the Yaqui people, the land of the Sri people, and even on the Opata people in the northeastern mountains! These gold and stones are found on the lands of the surrounding tribes, and they are worthless for trading. In fact, the entire coastal Sonora region is full of large and small mines. In the future Mexico, it will be the largest gold and copper producing area, with a quarter of the gold production and more than half of the copper production!

"Ah? This"

Seeing the dazzling gold nuggets, the old militiaman's expression suddenly froze. After a long while, he nodded with difficulty.

"Friend, good friend! This business is worth doing!"