Chapter 887 The Kingdom's South Port Must Be Flexible!

Chapter 887 The kingdom’s Nangang must be flexible! …

"The sun and the moon are two twin ancestral spirits, with great spiritual spirituality. The sun is the ancestral spirit of day and summer, dryness and warmth on land. The moon is the ancestral spirit of night and winter, and the ancestral spirit of rain and cold under the sea... They Chasing rises from the land and sets from the sea, making the summer days long and the winter nights long..."

In the igloo hut of the Kusi people, the fleet leaders sat around the fire pit, eating stewed salmon soup and listening to the village elder Woki singing the myths and epics of the Kusi tribe. Although everyone was unable to understand the language and could not understand Elder Woki's chants, these ancient epics were narrated in a low and muted voice, which brought with them a strange and reassuring feeling.

Salmon have a tradition of migrating upriver to spawn, and they are the fish that these fishermen who live along the river and sea catch the most. On an already cold night, drinking a bowl of hot trout soup and grilling some easy-to-pick scallops and crabs will make you feel comfortable all over. The only drawback is that these foods are not very high in energy. There weren't any filling grains, except for a bit of kidney beans as a vegetable.

"The Kusi tribe, at least in this bay, is mainly engaged in fishing and hunting."

Mikey the Knowledgeable observed the situation in the hut through the bonfire. This kind of small hut of the Kusi people is somewhat similar to that of the Viyot people. They are all like pottery bowls with upside-down domes. But the Kusi people's huts are obviously much smaller, and you can stand up straight in the house with your head down. The materials are also thinner, and the walls are thicker.

The lightness mentioned here means that there are fewer wooden frames and more branches. Take a gentle sniff and you'll find the aroma of fir and a hint of eucalyptus. The thick walls refer to a large amount of reeds, thatch and pine needles filled in, as well as a thick layer of clay on the outermost periphery.

"Low thatched huts, thick walls... The winter here should be very windy and very cold. The light materials should be used to facilitate chasing catches and prey, and migrating when necessary..."

The knowledgeable Mickey's eyes flickered and he looked around carefully. He didn't see the bowl for grinding corn or the pumpkins being stored. Instead, he saw dried berries, air-dried rabbit meat, and hanging smokers. fish. In the corner of the house, there are very fine grass blue, deerskin rugs, some small bone ornaments, and a grass-woven fishing net. He touched his chin and had a clearer understanding of the living conditions of the Kusi people.

"Well... the climate here is no longer suitable for corn and pumpkins. Apart from simply growing some beans, the Kusi people are almost a hunting tribe. As for fishing, hunting and gathering, the food source is very unstable and they cannot feed too many There are so many people... No wonder this tribe only has more than a hundred people! I'm afraid the tribes in this area are all of this size and very loose..."

Thinking of this, the knowledgeable Mickey pondered for a while, and then looked at the hunter Tuowu.

"Tuowu, can you use the communication method of the Northland to make a good comparison and ask him where there are large tribal villages in this area?..."

The short night passed in difficult communication, and the morning came in the broad morning light. It was just dawn, and everyone woke up from their huts. The Coos people in the village were already busy preparing for fishing in Coos Bay.

Yes, this excellent harbor was named Coos Bay after the Coos people in later generations. However, in the brutal wave of colonization, the Kusi people lost almost all their tribes, lands and languages, leaving only a few place names to prove their former existence.

Five long boats docked in the wide and extended Coos Bay, and many Coos fishermen gathered around the long boats, looking curiously. They wanted to know how big a tree such a big long boat was made from and how many fish it could carry at one time.

When they first met, the Kus fishermen were still a little instinctively wary of the fleet they had never seen before. But when the exploration captain Zuvalo presented some practical and warm cotton cloths, the Kusi people showed a gentle and friendly character, and even gave back a few found king crabs. Well, king crab has no meat, its shell is hard, and it can damage fishing nets. It is one of the catches that the Kusi people look down upon. They have no natural enemies in this offshore area, there are many of them, and they are worthless.

"Zuaro, this bay is very long, extending for forty to fifty miles. There are three very long rivers that meet from the north, east, and south respectively... And the long river in the south goes upstream for sixty or seventy miles to the south. , is a river valley that is protected from the wind. There is the only large tribe of the Kusi people, the River Valley."

Mikey the Knowledgeable stood by the bay, looking around at the green hills and plains, and at the brown mountains in the far northeast. This is a natural port with convenient transportation and a large area of ​​fertile riverside soil that can be cultivated. Although the climate is cold and the wind is strong, as long as they bring potatoes...

"God bless us! We can open up this harbor without having to go south and compete with the Kusi people for the warm inland valley. I don't know what the attitude of the large Kusi tribe there will be. And the Kusi fishermen here , most of them are friendly!…”

"Praise the Lord God! Then be here!"

Exploration captain Zuvalo nodded, pointed to the south of the harbor where the rivers meet, and said with a smile.

"Right here! There's a bay, a river, and a small lake with fresh water. We'll build a new port right here. Well, its name... Elder Waukee said they were a people of the south, moving from the north to the south People... then the port in this bay is called... it's called Nangang! "

Hearing this, the knowledgeable Miki's eyes jumped and he rubbed his eyebrows. He was keenly aware that according to Zuvaro's naming habits, there must be a "North Port" behind it. Such a name... He was about to speak, but he saw Zuvaro smiling and approaching the first-level preaching priest Keshu, whispering something, and the other party was surprised and hesitant.

"Lord God! Let me manage the port?! Uh, I have to work with the Kus woman..."

"Hey! We leave fifty people and a long ship here to build the kingdom's South Port."

The exploration captain Zuvaro looked serious and ordered sternly.

"Keshu! You have to work hard for the kingdom! Winter is coming, and farming must wait until next year. You have to go out to sea to fish, smoke and dry them and store them. You have to build enough huts in the style of the Kus people. They also have to cut enough wood and store it in the camp..."

"The Lord God is witnessing! You have a lot to do, and you must hurry up! Of course, you must also try your best to respond flexibly and get "help" from the surrounding Kus people to preach. They are very friendly, and the tribes are also very loose. They may migrate in winter. Try to "keep" them... Priest Keshu, do you understand?"

"Yes! I... I understand."

Priest Keshu pursed his lips and nodded heavily. His name is a simplification of Cocoa Tree, symbolizing his identity as a descendant of the nobility.

"Bless the Lord God! The kingdom will definitely take root in this harbor!"

"Good! Very good! As a priest of the kingdom, you should have such determination!"

Captain Zuvaro of the exploration nodded with satisfaction. He glanced at the confused knowledgeable Mickey and whispered again.

"Remember! As long as there is corn, find ways to make cakes and eat them! I have left you beautiful cloth, wine for intoxication, and some herbs... When the time comes, the Kus people will have to recognize you as relatives... Be flexible, flexible, and you must be flexible! Do you understand?"

"Yes!... Captain."

Priest Keshu lowered his eyes, nodded gently, and promised.

"When you come back, the population of Nangang will definitely double..."

"Be braver! Double it! One can have two!..."

Captain Zuvaro looked calm, as if he was explaining something very serious. Then, he looked at the knowledgeable Miki who was walking over with a suspicious look on his face, and said with a smile.

"Miki! Let's stay here for a few days, help build some huts, and then continue to go north! I heard that not far to the north is another tribe that worships the sun?..."

Hearing this, Miki the knowledgeable raised his eyebrows, and his attention was indeed diverted. He nodded, looked to the north, and answered affirmatively.

"Zuvarro, I asked! Continue to go north, walk on land for three days, about 160 miles, and you will reach a tribe that worships the sun, the Siuslaw!..."

I was a bit busy today, so I updated less. I will make up for it later.