Chapter 834 The Second Kingdom Exploration, the Daily Life of the Camp

There was a shortage of food in the camp, and there were only two meals a day, morning and evening. After a not-so-early breakfast, there was a long wait. The hiding place of the fleet is between Hidden Snake City and the second ancient city La Venta, only more than 50 miles away from the densely populated Eastern Holy City. In fact, the nearest village of Totonac was only about ten miles away.

In such a dangerous position, as the captain of the exploration fleet, the old militiaman Chivaco had to be cautious, careful and careful. According to what he said to the fleet, that is...

"Stupid woods! Eat whatever you have, don't think about fighting! ... Get into the hole like a weed rat, shrink your head like a turtle! ...Damn it! I will bring you out, and I will try my best , take you back..."

Hearing the old militiamen's reprimand, the kingdom warriors and sailors in the camp had no choice but to put down their sharpened weapons and lowered their heads helplessly. Four longships returned from Cuba with nearly two hundred people on board. But in the current camp, there are only over one hundred and sixty people.

Only half of the warriors and sailors from Prepeca remained in the fleet. The other quarter of the fighters were the Puton prisoners of war recruited from Chief Mozi in the Prairie City of the Short Spear Tribe. As for the last quarter of the sailors, the origins are mixed, and they all converted to the main god. Among them were Vasthecs, Tainos, and even Totonacs…

Fortunately, the vast majority of American tribes in this era only have tribes and beliefs, and have no national cognition. The Totonak people of different tribes fought each other without any burden in their hearts. And the fleet has been here for so long, except for the lack of food and the difficulty of supplies, there is not much instability.

"Food... Food..."

Thinking of this, the old militiaman let out a long sigh. With the force of the fleet, the villages of the Totonak people can be broken and enough food can be grabbed. However, that means completely revealing their whereabouts, and they need to face thousands of tribal warriors and militiamen in Hidden Snake City. And deep in the hearts of the old militiamen, they also rejected such killing and looting.

"Lord God! I have to take you... as much as possible back..."

The old militiaman Chihuaco murmured, carrying a simple fishing rod, to the lagoon adjacent to the camp. The sailors of many kingdoms also spread out by the lake, fishing or fishing.

On the outside, Puton warriors carried hunting bows, searched in the surrounding jungle, and shot birds, grass rats and hares. They also have another duty, which is to scare and drive away Totonac hunters passing by, so as not to expose the warriors of the kingdom in the camp. Although it is strange that the Mayan tribe appeared here, it is much better than the appearance of the Mexica.

"The fish in the lake are getting less and less..."

Chihuaco, an old militiaman, squatted by the lagoon and fished all afternoon. Under the dull eyes of Dark Snake and Didi, he only caught two palm-sized small fish.

In fact, so many people stayed here for almost three months. The fish caught in the water and the prey in the forest are almost all hunted. And the only stable source of food is the Mayan galleon that smuggles food from Hidden Snake City once every six days. It was the merchant ship of Tikalo, a Mayan merchant. I don't know how to make it, and it ran faster than a long ship.

"Today is the fifth day... There should be a boat coming tomorrow, and I don't know how much food it can bring... Well... No matter what, I will let everyone have a good meal and be happy..."

Thinking of this, the old militiaman Chivaco licked his dry lips, and handed the straw basket containing the small fish to Dark Snake.

During the spring plowing season, food in all ministries was in short supply. The Totonacs have been fighting again, sending food westward. There is less and less food in the market outside the city. In fact, he didn't have much hope. It would be nice to buy some pumpkin puree and string beans and have a hearty meal together.

The sun was slanting to the west, and the lake water was so clear that not even a fish hair could be seen. In this situation, even the Taino people who are good at fishing can't help it. Chihuaco had no choice but to put away his fishing rod, and took Didi, who was familiar with farming, to a flat field by the small river. Some mounds had been dug up there, and a large cassava field had been planted lushly, the fruit of his busy two or three months.

"Wow! It's really good! This cassava can live after being inserted, and it has grown so many new shoots. What a good crop!"

The old militiaman Chihuaco looked around, touched the new cassava branches, and pulled out some weeds, his old face was full of smiles. The time the fleet stayed here was much longer than he expected. The first batch of cassava taken from the Mayali tribe, Chief Shuihua, all sprouted and could no longer be kept.

He had no choice but to find a fertile land along the river for these cassava plants, and pile up a mound of soil to plant them. Unexpectedly, such high-yielding crops are so easy to live, and even weeds cannot grow on them.

"Okay, that's great! The Lord God is just as good!"

The old militiaman muttered a few more words in satisfaction, wondering how long he would stay here. Judging by the growth momentum of the cassava field, this batch of cassava will probably be able to harvest stably in just over half a year. If it doesn’t work, just plant the last batch of cassava harvested from the ridge of the forest before leaving Cuba. As long as the fields are planted and you wait patiently for another year, your blind Majesty should be able to come over. right?

After watching the cassava fields, the old militiamen returned to the camp leisurely with a smile on their lips. It was getting dark, and the smoke from the kitchen could no longer be seen. Only then did a bonfire start in the camp, a large pottery pot was set up, fish soup with wild vegetables was cooked, and a mess of small animals and insects were roasted. The night wind was blowing, and there was a strange fragrance everywhere, which made the old militiaman's stomach growl.

Everyone gathered together, drank a few bowls of hot wild vegetable and fish soup, and ate some soaked pumpkin puree, and felt a little better all over. As for the fish that was finally caught, Chivako only ate a small piece, and the four children, Tilan, Tidan, Dark Snake, and Didi, ate all of it.

The night was dark, the moonlight was bright, and there were dark clouds in the sky. The seaside wind blows from the east, full of salty water vapor. The strong wind blew on several leaders of the fleet, messing up their messy hair even more.

"The peak of the rainy season is almost here! It's another rainy season... It's been a year and a half since we set sail from Crow City!"

The god-inspired priest Meccat sat in front of the bonfire, sighing with emotion. Afterwards, he sucked his fingers in his mouth, felt it in the wind, and raised his brows.

"What a strong wind, coming from the sea, I'm afraid there will be a storm!... Tomorrow morning, I have to ask the warriors to chop some wood and strengthen the camp..."

"A storm is coming... a day or two at most..."

The old militiaman Chihuaco squinted his eyes and looked at the dark clouds in the east. After floating at sea for so long, the climate of the Caribbean Sea is like a grumpy friend who gets to know everyone well.

"Great wind and heavy rain... The food delivered tomorrow has to be stored well and covered with that waterproof rubber cloth..."

"We must find a way to store more food...We don't know how long we will stay here!..."