Chapter 878 The Simple Lake Park, the Kingdom's New Port
"The ancient god (Hulu) emerged from the deep sea full of thunder. Like a storm, he walked onto the eastern land, and like a storm, his soul scattered in the vast world..."
It was near dusk, and the fleet docked on the east bank of the lagoon, at the Lake Park Department of the Viyotes. For the arrival of the exploration fleet, the Viyotes reacted peacefully, like a lukewarm lake, neither vigilant nor mobilized. Especially when Mickey, the knowledgeable man, presented the token of the cedar shaman, Tu Jing, the old chief of the Lake Garden Department, came forward in person to entertain the leaders of the fleet.
The lake gardens of the Viyotes are located on the edge of the lagoon, on a littoral plain of reeds and long grasses. There are few trees here, and there is no wood for building. In the lake garden department with two to three thousand people, there is not a single complete wooden house, all of them are low "shelter houses" densely spread out by the lake.
This Viyote hut is like a round hat worn on the ground, with a height of about 2-3 meters and a diameter of 3-6 meters. At this moment, the knowledgeable Mickey was sitting in the hut, and he could clearly see that the pillars of the hut were some small logs that were not too thick, and between the pillars of the logs were filled branches, bamboo and reeds. Further to the periphery, there are bark, turf and soil used as insulation materials. As for the roof of the hut, it was the same thin branch roof covered with thick long grass and reeds.
"It's a very simple hut, it's easy to build, and the materials are easy to get!..."
The knowledgeable Mickey raised his head and carefully observed the flue on the small roof, which seemed to be facing the firepit below. And the whole house has no windows, only a closed reed door, and you have to bow your head to get in.
"This kind of small house is very warm! It's also very low and windproof... When we reach the extreme north, it may be useful..."
"Ahaha! Vicney is baked! I added some seasoning from Chief Tuwhale! Come on, let's eat it while it's hot!..."
As he said that, the cloak hunter Le Tian was elated, and took a few skewers of grilled eels from the fire pit, and handed them to the exploration captain Zuvaro, the knowledgeable Mickey, and the old chief Tujing respectively. Then, according to his appetite, he picked up his own, the largest skewer of grilled eels, and ate happily.
"Suck! So fragrant! Whoa! So fresh! Suck! As expected of me baking it!..."
That’s right, what the Viyotes call “Vicney” is a specialty of the north on the west coast, delicious eel! The knowledgeable Mickey couldn't wait, picked up a bunch of grilled eels as thick as arms, and took a bite! Then, the rich aroma, delicious juice, and slightly sweet taste reverberated between his tongue and teeth, making his eyes shine.
"Lord God! It's delicious! Well...it's delicious!"
The knowledgeable Mickey took a big bite, feeling the crispy skin of the eel and the tender and delicious inside. His eyes were filled with happiness, and when he saw the expression of the cloaked hunter Lotte, he became a lot kinder in an instant.
"Praise the Lord God! It's true that you baked Vikney with one hand! It's really the Lord God who blessed you!..."
Chief Tujing of the Lake Garden Department also stopped singing the tribal epic and ate delicious grilled eels. Although he is the chief of the tribe, he doesn't have much power to use the food in the tribe's warehouse. Therefore, he could only take out a little food in his home to invite the leaders of the fleet. And the "shelter hut" he lives in is only slightly larger than others, without any special conspicuous decorations.
In fact, the Viyotes who fish by the sea still maintain a very old and loose tribal structure. The chief has very little power, and even retains many characteristics of the matrilineal clan, in which the mother's origin determines the ownership of the family.
The lagoon plain where they are located is surrounded by mountains to the north, east, and south, and the sea to the west. And their daily life is mainly fishing, supplemented by planting and gathering, and there is not much hunting in the mountains. This isolated fishing life does not have enough pressure, nor does it have enough rich output to make the tribal society go further. Perhaps it is the survival choice of fishing for generations that makes the Viyotes peaceful and patient, unlike those hunting clans in the mountains, who are sharp, decisive and irritable.
"The gods are scattered in the world, so that all things have spirituality! Just like the eel in our hands, it also has a spirit. In order to fill our stomachs, we have to eat it and be grateful for it. This is a natural cycle and gift. ..."
The old Chief Tujing chattered and ate the grilled fish slowly, with a gentle smile on his face. After a while, everyone finished eating a bunch of eels, and leaned against the inner wall of the hut contentedly, grilling a warm bonfire, with a face of comfort and relaxation.
"Tribes from the sea! You bring the tokens of the southern shaman, and you are reliable visitors from afar. You came to the camp by the lake, and to the home of the people by the lake, what do you want to do? ..."
In the language of the Viyot people, the meaning of "Viotte" is "people", or "people by the lake".
"We, exchange, food!..."
The knowledgeable Mickey stuttered, looked at the translation book, and pieced together a few words. He kept gesticulating, and even drew pictures on the mud floor of the house, his back sweating anxiously.
Chief Tujing was not in a hurry, slowly looking at the stick figure on the ground, leisurely guessing the intention.
"Huh? Friends, aren't you full? Need some more scallop soup? Oh! You're sweating a little, let me make you some herbal tea!..."
As he said that, Chief Tujing brought some American wild mint and some dried wild strawberries, and boiled them together in a clay pot for a while. He gave everyone a wooden cup, poured hot, fragrant herbal tea, and took a sip of it in a demonstration.
"Come on, friend! A cup of hot herbal tea, let our body and the spirit of the gods fit together..."
"Lord God! Language barrier, this is really..."
The knowledgeable Mickey opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. The Viyotes are too isolated, their language is very different from the various tribes, and the range of spread is also very small. Even Miwok's interpreter in the North Bay cannot communicate directly with them.
"Huh! Forget it, let's drink tea first. Have a cup of herbal tea... This tea is quite fragrant..."
After drinking a cup of hot tea, everyone became more patient. The well-informed Mickey made gestures and drawings, and finally let Chief Tujing understand what he meant.
"Oh! You want to exchange the food of the tribe? Well, I don't care about this, I have to let the elder grandfathers of each family come over and decide together!..."
"The exchanged goods? Huh? Beautiful stones! But they can't be eaten, so they can't be exchanged for food. Well, very sharp axes and spears, but they are not used when fishing. Big bows, strong leather A? It seems to be useless..."
Chief Tuwhal turned over the cargo of the fleet, until the last piece of cloth, his eyes lit up.
"Thick cloth, it can keep warm! This is good, every family will be happy to exchange it with food!..."
Seeing this, the knowledgeable Mickey finally breathed a sigh of relief. Chief Tuwhal not only doesn't want gems, he doesn't even want copper axes, copper spears, bows and arrows, and leather armor! It seems that the Viyotes are indeed a peaceful tribe, and they have no desire to kill and fight.
In the history of later generations, the peace of the Viyotes lasted until around 1860, when the expansion of the Yankees finally reached this corner of the world. Then, a brutal massacre completely destroyed the Ministry of Lake Gardens and killed tens of thousands of Viyotes to the brink of danger. The Yankees' city of Eureka (Eureka) was built on the tomb of the Ministry of Lake Gardens. What is even more ironic is that, more than a hundred years later, in order to express apology for the massacre of the Viyotes, a monument was built in this city to repent for the killing...
Everything in the future generations is still unknown, and it will never be repeated here. Next, is to explore the problem of Captain Zuwaro. He gestured, drew pictures, and repeated them repeatedly, emphasizing the needs of the fleet.
"Respected Chief Tuwhale! Witnessed by the Lord God! We will leave fifty people around the lake garden to find a piece of land along the lake and build a kingdom port where we can farm and build houses!..."
"Huh? Don't worry, take your time, gesture little by little...you? Fifty people? A new tribe? Land? Farming? Fishing? Building a house?..."
After a long while, the old Tuwhale chief understood what Zuvaro meant. He smiled gently and nodded slowly. But this time the request does not need to be discussed by the elders of the tribe.
"Everything has animism, and the earth belongs to every tribe."
Chief Tujing smiled and spoke, his voice was gentle and kind, just like an old elder. He stretched out his finger and drew a lagoon. Then, he drew a small circle, which was the location of the Lake Garden Department. Next, he drew another small circle, half a day's distance south of the Lake Park Department, which is about 30 miles. Along the lagoon there also happened to be a river that flowed upstream from the south.
"The tribes from the sea! You have boats, so you can fish by yourself. You have cloth, so you can exchange some food, and ask the tribal people to help. There are no villages and no big prey in this long grassland by the lake..."
"You can build huts here, fish here, and grow some beans by the lake... Then, you strong men, marry women from the tribe, and everyone will be a family! …"
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