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There is not so much romance in the Indian wars. It is a naked winner who survives and loser dies. The poverty of their materials and the difficulty of survival are also not understandable to Mao Xingjian, who lives in the abundant material of Ming Dynasty.

Fortunately, on this trip, Mao Xingjian came to prodigal. When he heard the translation, his eyes lit up, and he immediately clapped his hands. Immediately afterwards, Chen Zao was already prepared and slipped out, took a pot of rice into the Come, put it in the middle of the big cowhide tent, looking at these white things, just like the elders of the Sioux clan, the faces of the red deer are full of doubts.

"This is rice, which is what I gave you to eat the night I let you go. If you are willing to end the war, the Sioux will provide all the winter food for the Confederate tribes, how about it?"

Once again full of confidence, Mao Xingjian's face showed the brilliance of the rich second generation showing off their wealth and picking up girls, but the matriarch showed a more vigilant and puzzled expression.

"You gave us food for the winter, what do you eat? Starve to death?"

"Eh..., we don't lack food!"

Chapter 799. Ideology of the Prince

Later generations watch American dramas, and there is such a scene in "Viking Legend". When the legendary Viking pirate king was hunted down, he hid in his friend's place in desperation. When the friend brought out food, his wife cared and said sorry.

Sorry to eat your winter food!

Even the Vikings in the Iron Age still cherished winter food like life, and it was difficult for even brothers to share it, let alone the Indians who were still in the Stone Age and Bronze Age. Mao Xingjian proposed to share winter food. For red deer and others For the patriarch of the mountain lion tribe, it is simply a fairy tale, incomprehensible!

The ideology between ethnic groups is undoubtedly revealed, and the gifts can't be given away!In order to let the mountain lion tribe accept his gift, Mao Xingjian, who was separated by two translators, gesticulated and spittled. In fact, the food produced is enough to feed the Sioux, Apache, and even more than a dozen tribes such as Cheyenne, Blackfoot, and Huobi.

Even Han Xiaomo anxiously gesticulated with her little hands, showing off how much white rice can be produced in one mu of land, so that everyone can eat freely. Listening to her description, including the red deer, The patriarchal chiefs and wizards of several mountain lion tribes obviously showed envy, but after a while, something happened that made Mao Xingjian vomit blood. Regarding his proposal, the matriarch still shook her head heavily.

"We still can't accept the proposal of the great chief of the Sioux tribe!"

It was really hysterical, Mao Xingjian was completely unbelievable, and asked extremely sadly: "Why?"

At this moment, the setting sun had already shone in through the low curtain, and under the somewhat dazzling sunlight, the originally heroic face of this Indian woman looked extraordinarily peaceful at this moment, yet extraordinarily serious.

"Alms is the most expensive thing. If you accept the alms, you will have to pay back your blood and life. I owe you my life. When you need it, I will work hard for you. But as the patriarch, I cannot let you The whole clan owes you!"

Often free things are the most expensive, and those who are willing will not eat what they come for!This is the truth summed up by the ancient sages of China. Mao Xingjian did not expect that he would be educated by a woman he regarded as a barbarian. Listening to the translation, his radiant and handsome face was inexplicably sluggish.

Although the food temptation plan didn't work, Mao Xingjian laughed after he was stunned for a while. Isn't this kind of friendship between gentlemen what he has always dreamed of?

"Then how about we change the way? I won't let you accept the charity for nothing. I will give you enough food for the mountain lion tribe to survive the winter, but your mountain lion tribe will help me persuade other Apache tribes, as well as those who come from south to north. As many tribes as possible will accept the assistance of the Su people, and will start spring plowing on the south bank of the Snake River next year!"

"What's in it for you?"

Staring into Mao Xingjian's eyes, the matriarch is still full of seriousness and vigilance. There is no free lunch in the world. It seems that Mao Xingjian's proposal is very good, but she will not let go unless she understands the price!

Now Mao Xingjian has learned that if you want to deal with these primitive-minded Indians who don't even understand tricks and selfishness, you have to use this straightforward way, so he also said it without any concealment.

"First of all, the war is avoided, and many people can be killed. As I said just now, every living Su can cultivate enough food for more than a dozen people. Every death is a great loss to me."

These words were very convincing. Listening to the translation, the patriarchs behind couldn't help nodding their heads, but it seemed that these were not enough for Chilu. Her big brown eyes were still fixed on Mao Xingjian's face.

"I don't help you in vain. I represent the three gods of corn, rice and wheat. After you accept my aid, after the autumn harvest, each ministry will offer [-]% of the harvest to the three gods of corn! As a sacrifice!"

"I am in charge of these grains. The more people in the church plant, the more harvests will be obtained in autumn. With these surplus grains, I can go north to find my fellow clansmen, merchants of Ming Dynasty, in exchange for wealth, such as this kind of gold, silver, Nice thick clothes, better food."

A piece of shiny gold was twirling around Mao Xingjian's fingers. Women seemed to belong to giant dragons. This thing made Chilu's eyes shine, and it seemed that this stubborn matriarch had finally been impressed. Mao Xingjian hurriedly continued to rush negotiating.

"You don't lose out on this exchange. You just need to plow the fields in spring and autumn every year. You can continue to hunt in summer and winter according to your tradition. And with the autumn harvest, you don't have to worry about starving and freezing in winter, and many people from your tribe will die. , this is a win-win outcome!"

In view of the performance of the red deer just now that it was not a cheap food, this time, Mao Xingjian bowed very sincerely.

"Yes! Please!"

To be honest, Mao Xingjian’s strategy remains the same even if he puts it another way. Just like taming dogs and falcons, he uses food to obliterate the wildness of these Indians. After feeding them, he will actively integrate into the mainstream society of the Ming people. In life, the only thing that has changed is that the mountain lion tribe has changed from passively accepting help and helping Mao Xingjian to implement this plan at the beginning, to accepting rewards and paying a clear price to actively help this plan.

Red Deer was visibly moved.

At this time, no matter which tribe, the Indians practiced clan democracy. It is said that the political system of later generations of the United States was also influenced by these Indians, and the federal system of later generations was formed. Turning around, the matriarch and several elder wizards in the tribe whispered And hastily chatted.

Listening to their whispered conversation, Mao Xingjian was not in a hurry, just sat there, waiting quietly.

After talking for a few minutes, it seemed that they had also experienced a quarrel. The two patriarchs were full of worries, while the rest bowed their heads in silence. Just after Mao Xingjian thought that there was a result of the negotiation, Chi Lu suddenly turned around and walked with him. The flint knife pierced into the pot, the sharp stone blade easily cut into the meat, and cut off the leg of the unknown thing. Holding the boiled bones exposed, the matriarch poured the leg meat into the soup with both hands. The juice was dripping and handed to Mao Xingjian.

To be honest, not all wild game is delicious. I don’t know if it’s meat from raccoons or some kind of rodent. It’s just boiled in plain water, and the stench is very unpleasant, but this action couldn’t be more obvious. With his scalp numb, Mao Xingjian took the animal's leg, tore it up and ate a piece into his mouth.

Fortunately, just when he was biting the bullet and suppressing his nausea to take a second bite, Su Yu hurriedly snatched it away and returned it to the red deer, not as reluctantly as he was, the matriarch tore it naturally He took a piece of meat to swallow, and finally threw the remaining meat and bones into the flames. As the fire crackled, the covenant between Mao Xingjian and the mountain lion tribe was concluded in this way.

Today seems to be a lucky day for the mountain lion tribe. The conditions have been negotiated. The patriarchs of several clans and the old wizards of the tribe walked out of the big tent used by the council one after another. Under their shouts and orders, the mountain lion tribe was full of fear The clansmen swarmed tremblingly towards the Snake City sailors gathered at the mountain pass.

Dongfang Meng put down the basket with a bit of heartache, and just opened it, a brat grabbed a handful of rice in panic but looked forward to it, held it in his arms, turned his head and ran away, he was already suffering from hunger and cold, and had With this leader, thousands of people from the huge tribe crowded over one after another. Pairs of withered hands stretched out to the rice bucket. One bucket of rice was emptied in the blink of an eye, and then Dongfang Meng opened another bucket helplessly.

In the evening, the long-lost cooking smoke finally wafted from the tents, and the long-lost smell of rice filled the air. Through the cowhide tents, one could see the people in the house, who were devouring the pot. It was too difficult to feed on hunting alone. It's no wonder that the Cheyenne and other tribes launched an attack so recklessly, even though so many people died at once, and they were crushed into stumps and broken arms under the overwhelming herd of bison, they still wanted to continue fighting!It is survival that forces these tribes to fight to the death.

Just like Daming where the land was merged to the extreme.

Perhaps this is the law of balance in nature. When will the natural environment be enough to feed the remaining people, and when will the New World not be blood-stained?

But at this time, Mao Xingjian, the law of balance in nature, did not see it. What he saw was the scenery in front of him, the thin arms, the haggard face, the exhausted old people and children, and the people showing their faces after eating in the tent. That long-lost satisfaction and relaxed expression!

Just a little food, just a little food!Just enough to feed them!Why do you have to fight to the death?

Mao Jue was not a good father, and Mao Xingjian didn't agree with him, but in so many conversations, there were still a few words that Mao Jue remembered most, one of which was from Mao Jue saying that he once watched a movie called A few words of dialogue from Neptune in No Ghost Stuff.

What is greater than a king?

hero!

The king only fights for his own kingdom!And heroes, fight for everyone!

This is in line with the Confucian thought of governing the world!Enlighten the Quartet, the world is for the public, seeing the changes caused by the mountain lion tribe because of his arrival, at this moment, Mao Xingjian felt that he was a hero!

Now Song Yongzhong, who is always a disappointment, is missing, but there is an extra matriarch. When Mao Xingjian was feeling good about himself, her incomprehensible but magical words rang in his ears again. The red deer, who wore a larger Indian cloak with the sun and eagle embroidered on the back, was holding a heavy Spanish broken steel spear in his hand, and was saying these things to himself in a hurry.

"My lord, the Red Deer Patriarch said to set off now and arrive at Weiling, where the Apache tribe gathers, before dawn tomorrow!"

Su Yu's translation didn't make Mao Xingjian care too much, but his attention was placed behind the red deer. More than 20 hunters from the mountain lion tribe that he met during hunting today were assembled, each holding a Some of the steel weapons seized from the Spaniards were even covered with a piece of metal plate armor. As the patriarch with some guards, Mao Xingjian could understand, but the murderous aura of these people, when parting with their families The expression on his face made Mao Xingjian feel that things were not that simple.

"Didn't we set out to negotiate? Is it necessary to bring so many people?"

Unable to restrain himself, Mao Xingjian wandered to Chilu's side and asked in astonishment. Su Yu tried his best to translate, but Chilu didn't answer this sentence. He just took off the crown made of mountain eagle black feathers from his head. , and handed it over to another old Indian man in his forties with a face full of vicissitudes and weather, and immediately trotted towards the dark hilltop in the night with a spear in his hand.

Touching a soft nail, Mao Xingjian thankfully rubbed his nose, which seemed to have risen a lot, and immediately followed and pulled a steer, and trotted into the night.

Chapter 800. Apache for the Prince

There is no clock, no watch, but the Indians' timekeeping records are simply magical and outrageous. They say they will arrive at dawn the next day, and they will arrive at dawn the next day. When the sun tilts and shows half a smiling face, the Apache people The holy place for temporary gatherings of various ministries appeared in front of Mao Xingjian.

And what is even more admirable is the skill of these people. No wonder Chilu is called Chilu. She takes the lead to lead the way. She is as nimble and quick as a mountain adult elf. Pingdi, having seen the skills of the Su people, has already made the black pearl sailors of the professional army feel inferior, and the red deer made Dongfang Meng feel a little inferior.

It’s no wonder that the American emperors of later generations are so strong. They have been fighting life and death wars with these indigenous Indians for a mere one million people. It is a nightmare to fight these Indians in the mountains.

But after arriving at the place, Mao Xingjian was a bit disappointed by this holy place. It was just an ordinary valley with no one there, and there was a burnt mark on the top of the valley. Totem pole of animal bones.