Chapter 877: The Wiyot People, Delicious Food

Chapter 877 Viyot people, delicious...

"A brave bear hunter! A friend of the Pomer!"

In the welcome of the Pomo people, the cloaked hunter was very proud of himself. He showed his identity as a bear hunting warrior and presented the cedar shaman's token. Xiong Feng, the chief of the Bear Hunting Department, took the token and looked at it carefully for a while, with surprise and joy on his face. Afterwards, he made gestures, "chatted" with Letian for a while, and then loudly announced to the tribe's warriors.

"The boating tribe came from the south and are friendly friends! They are the shamans of the south!..."

"Friends! People of the Southern Shaman!...Oh ho!"

Shouts of joy echoed on the beach at dusk. A blazing bonfire was also lit in front of the totem pole. After confirming the identity of the exploration fleet, the Bomo people of the Bear Hunting Department showed another kind of unrestrained enthusiasm. The bonfire banquet, singing and dancing, lasts from dusk to sunrise, which is unforgettable!

The exploration fleet docked at Pomo for two days, replenishing food and fresh water with ten spears and a small bag of lake gems. Then, on behalf of the fleet, exploration captain Zuvalo presented a bronze ax and a long bow to Xiong Feng, the chief of the Bear Hunting Department. Chief Xiong Feng's happy return gift was a black bear skin that he peeled off with his own hands.

In the Pomo language, "Bear Wind" means the best running warrior and the most agile hunter among the bear hunting tribe. The Bear Hunting Department has a tradition of advocating force, and almost every chief is the most outstanding hunter. And this martial tradition, combined with the legend of the tribe’s origin, gave birth to the unique and strong huntress of the Pomo people!

"Ah!"

The early morning light fell on the tribe's small hut. A strong huntress strode out of the shed, curling her lips in disdain. Her thick and powerful arms can almost compete with a bear cub, and her walking posture is as steady and powerful as a bear.

"O Lord God!..."

After a long time, a painful groan came from the shack. Exploration captain Zuvalo was pale, his upper body was bare, and his steps were trembling. As the leader of the fleet, he was regarded as the bravest warrior in the team and was "welcomed" by the Bear Hunting Department. And the person who "welcomes" him is the strongest huntress in the tribe!

This is also the custom of the Pomo people, which allows the strongest women to marry the strongest outsiders to give birth to strong and healthy children and improve the bloodline of intermarriage within the group.

"Mickey! Let's go! Let's go! We're leaving today!"

"Huh? Are you leaving today?"

"Yes! The glory of the Lord God inspires me all the time! I can't wait here for a moment! Hurry! Keep heading north!..."

On this afternoon, the kingdom's exploration fleet left the farewell Bomo hunters and headed towards the desolate northern coast. Before leaving, Mickey the Knowledgeable had a look of regret. In his opinion, these tall and strong Pomer hunters, although few in number, are all good warriors who can wear heavy armor and fire large bows! If you can convert Chief Xiong Feng and recruit these forest hunters to join the fleet, what a good addition to the warriors it will be!

"What a pity!...Blessed by the Lord God! When you have the opportunity, you must convert these Bomo people..."

The fleet continued north, following the ocean current, and traveled 600 miles in five days before arriving at another river valley surrounded by mountains.

Under the midday sun, a broad river flows from the mountains in the east, to the coast lined with swamps, and then merges into the sea in the west. Looking carefully, the water of this river is not very clear. But there were many tribal people wearing straw clothes, carrying straw baskets, busy doing something by the river.

"I heard the shaman mentioned that this should be the land of the Wiyot people!"

The cloaked hunter Lotte looked at the turbid river for a while, stared at the tribesmen's straw baskets, and then confirmed the answer.

"Yes! It's right here! This big river is called Wik-ni! It produces a lot of 'Wik-ni'! ...Suck it! It's delicious!"

"The Viyot tribe along this river are not big. The really big tribe is in the lagoon bay in the north! It is a very big lagoon. You can walk for a day, and it is also a very good fishing ground! And There is a large tribe inside the lagoon. I don’t know where it is. I only know that it is called ‘Tuluwat’, ‘the tribe’s home by the lake’, the Lake Garden Department!”

In the afternoon of this day, the fleet finally found the narrow entrance of the lagoon bay thirty miles north of the Wickney River. Long grass along the coast grows densely in swamps and tidal flats, attracting many waterbirds. The clear and tranquil lagoon extends on the tidal flats surrounded from east to west, with no end in sight from north to south!

Soon, on the eastern shore of the lagoon, where the channel is narrowest and most suitable for fishing, a Veyot boat appeared. After seeing six long boats sailing in, a small boat returned to the tribal village on the east coast to report the news, and the remaining few boats actually gathered around them.

The Viyot fishermen on the boat looked curious, looking at the large boat they had never seen before and the tribesmen who didn't know where they came from. The fishermen at the front had a warm face and greeted them warmly in the Algic language of Viyot.

"Maa-mam! Ne-'en-tsuq'! Hello! Welcome! ... Friends from the sea! ..."

"Well"

Mickey the Knowledgeable pursed his lips and looked at the cloaked hunter Lotte.

"Lotte, do you know their language?"

"Nope!"

"Then can you dance for them to show our intention?"

"Can not be done!"

The cloaked hunter Lotte blinked innocently and refused naturally.

"The Wiyot people are a fishing tribe, a tribe that fishes for 'Vicni'... They are not hunters in the mountains and forests, and they can't understand the hunters' communication at all!"

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In desperation, Mikey the Knowledgeable had to take out the translation book of Cedar Shaman and searched carefully for a long time before he found a few useful words. He didn't know if the Viyot people could understand it.

“Peyek, xemkwe?…grain, exchange?”

Hearing this, the tribal fishermen on the fishing boat were stunned, scratched their heads, and waved their hands.

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Mickey the Knowledgeable looked at Zuvallo awkwardly, but saw him touching his chin and carefully looking at the gentle Viyot man on the boat, not knowing what he was thinking. He pursed his lips, found another word, and spoke again.

"torek, shemkwe?... food, exchange?"

This time, the Viyot fisherman thought for a while and finally reacted. He happily lifted a fishing straw basket from the fishing boat and shouted to the long boat.

"Vikeni! Shemkwe!"

It turns out that the Viyot people know clearly that "peyek" is grain and does not include fish. However, their tribe does not have much grain, but it can be stored for a long time. It is generally used as stored grain in winter and will not be easily exchanged with outsiders.

"Lotte, he wants to trade for 'Vicney'? What on earth is that, a fish?"

"Suck! That's delicious..."

The cloaked hunter Lotte took a sip and said with a smile.

"Switch over! I'll give you my skills tonight, Lulu!..."

"delicious?…"

Mikey the Knowledgeable looked confused and looked at the exploration captain Zuvalo again.

"Zuvarro, do you think it will taste good?"

"delicious!"

Exploration captain Zuvalo nodded affirmatively without blinking. He stared at the Viyot fisherman with a simple smile and a happy face, his eyes shining.

"Such a kind and honest tribe...it must be delicious!...Praise the Lord God! You will definitely shine in the north!"