"Haha, the prawns here are so delicious! When we get back to the boat, this village will be on the chart, and it will be recorded as Shrimp Village. This delicious lake will be recorded as Prawn Lake!"

The sea breeze is refreshing and the fragrance is wafting in the wind. After the group had eaten and drank enough, they were ready to return to the ship. Pu Apu reached into his bosom, touched it for a while, and generously took out a handful of shining gems in the lake, and was about to pay for the feast that filled dozens of people. Unexpectedly, the grey-haired old village chief smiled humbly, bowed his waist very low, and carefully shook his head to refuse.

"Eh? What does he mean by that?"

Puap was startled, and looked at Tikalo, a Mayan merchant. Ticaro smiled and explained.

"Captain Pu, this fishing village has very little communication with the outside world, and there are no descendants of gods under its jurisdiction. They don't accept gems, only currency that can be used."

"What? A currency that can be used?"

"Yes. Just like the salted fish, cotton cloth and cocoa that the fleet traded before."

"Uh... how much does that cost?"

"Just take two pieces of cloth. If you are satisfied, you can add a basket of salted fish. There are not many people in their village, and they don't have any tools. It is not easy to cut down trees, and it is also difficult to cook salt."

"Okay. Then pull two rolls of cotton cloth and add two baskets of salted fish! This salted fish tastes so strong that it makes the warriors feel dizzy from the smoke!"

Huitu Puap waved his big hand, and two warriors returned to the boat, bringing back snow-white cotton cloth and disgusting salted fish. The old village chief didn't show any expression when he saw the cotton cloth, but his eyes lit up when he smelled the salted fish. He lowered his head, kowtowed to the ground, and thanked repeatedly.

"Praise the Rain God! Aristocrat who is bigger than the sky, thank you for your generosity!... If you leave behind, I will definitely convey it, and I will not miss a single word!"

Seeing the respectful kneeling old village head, Puapu smiled with satisfaction. Then, he was a little puzzled.

"Tikalo, what is he talking about? He's been talking about it for a long time!"

"Oh, Captain Pu. He is saying thank you to the gods, thank you to the noble lord! He also prayed to the rain god, wishing us a smooth journey!"

The corner of Ticaro's mouth curled up, and he translated respectfully. Hearing this, Tomat, the main **** priest next to him, pondered for a while, then stepped forward and lifted the old Mayan village head up with his own hands. Then, under the terrified and bewildered eyes of the old village chief, he took out a sun hummingbird amulet of the main **** and put it on the old village chief's neck.

"Praise the Lord God! She created such delicious prawns, and let me eat them with your hardworking hands! This shows that you are loved by the Lord God. Come, wear this sun amulet, and pray on time every day , the light will come naturally! Praise the Lord God! Vitzilopochtli!..."

While praying, Priest Tomat took out a picture-text "Al-Li Sutra" and stuffed it into the hands of the old village chief. This time, the old village head trembled with fright. He looked at the "sacred" picture and text in his hand, and fell to his knees with a plop.

"Dear Priest! I... I don't have a holy blood, I can still work... I won't accept your things anymore, please don't sacrifice me to the Rain God!"

"First Evolution"

In the Mayan tribes with overpopulation, high and low, when the ordinary people were old enough to continue to work, what awaited them was to be abandoned by the tribe in the rainforest, or directly sacrificed to the gods of all walks of life. And this "aging" age, generally speaking, is under forty years old.

"He...he is this?..."

Priest Tomat looked at the old village chief who was terrified, and was a little surprised. He looked at Ti Carlo, who pursed his lips and translated the other party's words in a low voice. Priest Tomat couldn't help laughing. He laughed halfway, then suddenly lowered his eyes, unable to laugh anymore.

Abandon the old and weak, and sacrifice to the gods, just like the law of the jungle. This is true of the tribes of the Maya, the tribes of the martial plateau, the tribes of the cruel wasteland, and the tribes of the world where the average life expectancy is more than 20 years old, so why not? And in this fishing village by the sea, the lagoon and the tide bring ready-made food every day. The old Mayan village head is really lucky to live until his hair turns gray...

"The Lord God brings light! His Highness, inspired by God, leads all beings!... Priests must study farming and strive to improve production capabilities. There must be more farmland in this world, and more corn must grow in the fields to feed more people. If there are many people, let the elders of all ministries live longer!... This is the greatest benevolence of the Lord God!"

Priest Tomat closed his eyes, facing the sun in the sky, and prayed sincerely for a moment. This scripture was also written by His Highness, but in the High Priests Group of the capital city in the lake, it was not paid attention to by many distinguished priests and elders. But at this moment, Priest Tomat really realized something, and experienced a rare ray of light in this cruel era.

"...the love of the Lord God?"

Hearing this, Mayatikalo frowned and remained silent. Priest Tomat finished praying and lifted the old village head up again. Then, he stretched out his hand, shook the old village head's hair kindly, left scriptures and amulets, and turned to leave.

The sun is westward, and the longship sets sail. The Yucatan Peninsula turns north from here, and the coastline appears to the east of the kingdom's fleet. After a few quarters of an hour, this fleet that came from afar disappeared at the end of the northern sea and sky, like a bubble that never came.

The old village head sat by the sea, watching the warm foam disappear, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Afterwards, wearing the amulet of the sun, he flipped through the "divine book" that he had never seen before, looked at the pictures of gods and spirits inside, and it was evening in a flash.

In the evening, at the end of the west coast, another two "bubbles" suddenly appeared. The old village chief looked at the flat hull for a while, and knew that it was the familiar Mayan fleet. The two Mayan galleys rowed quickly, and soon came to the fishing village on the sandbar by the sea. Then, several Mayan sailors jumped off the galley, came to the side of the old village head, and asked in a deep voice.

"...Reached?"

"...arrive."

"...have they gone?"

"...gone."

"...Anything else to say?"

"...And that's all."

After listening, the Mayan sailors nodded. A sailor took out a small bag of medicinal tobacco from his pocket and threw it at the feet of the old village chief. Then, everyone boarded the boat again, and under the cover of night, they disappeared at the end of the north.

The sun was setting and the night was dark. The old village head bowed ~lightnovelpub.net~ and rolled two tobacco leaves, then took out a flint, and with great difficulty lit the ignition head to light the tobacco leaves. Then, he took a puff of the cigarette, lit a little fire, looked at the portrait of the main **** holding lightning in the scriptures, and continued to remain silent. It wasn't until a cigarette was about to burn out that he sighed, closed the scriptures, and stammered in the ancient Tolteknahua.

"Praise...the Lord God! Vizi...Lobo...Kitley!..."

"The ancient... kingdom of Toltec, perish. The Aztecs... call themselves Toltec. The ancient... kingdom of Mayapan, perish. Tutulsians... Calling themselves Mayapan. Now, the Aztecs, are about to meet, the Tutulsi. And between them, the last, the Mayapan..."

The ancient Tolteknahua language was chanting in the wind, with unspeakable vicissitudes, and was submerged in the sound of ebbing tide. And when the tide comes again, what will be completely submerged?

The old village chief didn't know, and didn't want to know the answer. He just stood up slowly, hunched over and walked towards the village. Perhaps this scripture should be read by the young people in the village, and it may be used for a long time. Today, the salted fish rewarded by the masters must be dried under the leeward eaves, so as not to be damp and spoil the precious salt~