There are overlapping clouds in the blue sky and sparkling waves in the blue sea. The mountains and forests along the coast are fresh and emerald green, and the long rivers are like jade belts. The scenery of the Northland seashore is like the most magnificent painting of nature, which outlines the colorful future.

The newly promoted priest Zuvaro looked at the mountains and seas along the way and drove all the way home, but his thoughts drifted to the north.

Not long ago, after an unexpected encounter with Torpan, the fleet stayed for a full day. When they met for the first time, the two sides did not reach any in-depth agreement, but only confirmed their friendship and expressed closeness to each other. He gave the leader Visaka ten bales of cotton, ten bags of cocoa, and ten spears as gifts for friends. The Visaka chief gave back two baskets of gold, silver, and amphibole that could not be used, a few bags of fur, and some mineral red dye. As for the gems in the lake, which are all in the south of the kingdom, the leader of Visak said that he could not use them, so it would be better to replace them with a bag of grain.

According to the tribe's tradition, the Torpan tribe will farm at the estuary for a season of corn for the next six months. If the harvest is good, they may establish the estuary of the Torpan River as a stable migration site, returning each spring and moving away in the fall.

"Our merchant fleet will trade regularly to bring you the goods you need."

Priest Zuvaro said this to the Visaka leader with a sincere expression on his face.

"You can consider building a village at the mouth of the river and settling down there. Or, at least leave some of your staff to maintain the existence of the camp."

"Food in the wasteland is always in short supply. In the autumn when farming is not possible, we must expand the scope of the search, find more prey, or fight with other tribes."

The leader of Visaka clenched the bronze spear in his hand, thrust it **** the ground, and inserted it half a foot into the soil. Then, he stared at the obviously sharper bronze spear, thought for a moment, and promised.

"Brothers from afar, if you can come regularly and bring us useful goods and weapons... There will always be people left behind in this camp at the mouth of the river."

"Even if the tribe migrates, it will only follow the Torpan River to the upper wasteland. There are more Huichol tribes there. They also have more fur, dyes, gold stones, silver stones and Amphibole. The tribe will try to bring back as many as possible to trade with you."

The so-called amphibole is cassiterite and yellow tin associated with sphalerite, which also exist in hydrothermal vein-type deposits. These tin ore are abundant in the Huichol territory, just like the silver ore that can be found everywhere in the northwest of Zacatecas, and the gold ore that is not rare. However, this one has tin ore, but no copper. The Red Crows found the copper mountain, but no tin.

Three thousand miles of wasteland in the north, the land is very barren, the rivers and rainfall are scarce, and the mineral deposits are extremely rich but unevenly distributed. The exchanges between the various ministries are often dominated by fighting, large-scale commerce is difficult to carry out, and ore cannot be developed. And the further you go into the wasteland, the more fierce and savage the hunting tribes are, and their migration is uncertain.

Therefore, the use of these minerals by the Huichol tribes is limited to grinding into dyes, or for decoration. They are isolated from the various ministries, and there are no tribes that have established city-states around them, and they have not yet learned to smelt. Or, they once learned, but in the wasteland of expensive spent fuel, they migrated and forgot.

"Deep in the wasteland, the Huichol tribes who speak the ancient Aztec language are located in the mountains in the northwest of the world..."

Priest Zuvaro pursed his lips, looking at the simple eyes and brave tattoos of the leader of Visakha, and also felt the fierceness and murderousness of the wasteland warriors. Many thoughts rose and fell in the hearts of the newly promoted priests. After a while, he nodded and made an agreement with the Visaka leader before saying goodbye.

"Testimony of the Lord God! Brothers of the Torpan tribe in the mountains, I will leave ten crew members to be stationed here. They will help you farm and help you build camps. When you return to the kingdom, repair the ships... two In three months, we will be heading north again, and we will surely meet again before the autumn harvest."

"Okay! The gods are in the red sky, watching the agreement on the ground. Tribes on the ship, we will meet again, trade again, as friends and brothers!"

The Visaka leader nodded and agreed. He did not have as many ideas as the other party, and he was not afraid of the stay of the tribe on the ship. Even if there is a threat at the seaside in the future, it is just a long-distance migration, and it is good to turn a few hundred miles. But at the moment, this kind of trade that is conducive to the continuation of the tribe must always be grasped, and it is worth doing!

The sun rises and sets, another day. The merchant fleet sailed into the sky, and the estuary returned to calm. From south to north, after the town of Zongshi of the Nantes, the Sanhe City of the North, and the mouth of the Torpan River, where the Huichols migrated, is the third node of the northward route.

Continuing to the north, the fourth node is the Yushan Village of the Totomei people, which can replenish food and Danshui, and trade gold and stones on a small scale. When the merchant fleet returned, it also left more than a dozen sailors stationed here. Six or seven hundred miles to the northwest is the fifth node, the Yorem tribe of the Mayo people.

Priest Zuvaro sat on the bow of the boat, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching when he remembered what the Yorem had heard.

When the kingdom first explored, there was a Prepecha warrior left in the Yorem Ministry, the gray cat Putu. Last month, the gray cat Putu saw the arrival of the Kingdom Merchant Fleet. He was so excited that he could not help himself, and even tears welled up in his eyes.

"Blessed by the Lord! You are finally here! Respected priest Zuvaro, please take me away. I can't live like this anymore!"

Seeing each other again, the gray cat's body has obviously lost a lot of weight, and his face has become vicissitudes. As a tribal warrior in exchange, his most important task is to save seeds to improve the bloodline of intermarriage within the Yorem tribe. On weekdays, he would be haunted by the women of the tribe, and he hardly ever stopped. In less than a year, he already has four confirmed children. As for the uncertain ones, I am afraid there are more...

Putu's request was naturally rejected by the Zuvalo priest. The kingdom needs emissaries who are familiar with the North, and reside among the tribes of the North. He chatted with the hard-working Prepecha warriors, learned more about the situation of the large Yorem tribe, and laughed, watching Putu being dragged away by several strong women.

Next, there was a secret conversation between Zuvaro, the new priest of the kingdom and captain of the merchant fleet, and the leader of the Yorem tribe, the chief of Karan.

"Ancestral testimony! Friends from the sea, your weapons are very useful, very good! We need more. Well, gold stone, silver stone, copper stone, flint, all can be exchanged, all acceptable."

Wearing the iconic deer head, Chief Karan has a sincere smile on his face. He had long learned from the grey cat Putu the strength of the big southern tribe, and his attitude became more and more kind.

"The Lord God witnesses! The divine will guides our meeting, which is the reunion of brothers. This distant route connects us and brings light and prosperity!"

Priest Zuvarro looked sincere and communicated with Chief Karan on an equal footing.

"Respected Chief Karan, your copper stones are very good, gold stones are good, and they are of high quality. The fleet will trade with you, and will also leave some people to be stationed in the Yorem Department. In addition, the ships that came with you , and two priests and apprentices of the Lord God, who will stay in Yoremlo to guide the tribe's cultivation, construction and smelting..."

"Besides that, Chief Karan, I hope to acquire a piece of land belonging to the kingdom around the great Jorem tribe to build a shrine for the Lord God and enshrine the symbol of the Lord God. Likewise, a warehouse will also be built. Storing traded goods."

"Oh? Stay on the staff, get a piece of land in the kingdom, and build a sanctuary and warehouse?"

Hearing such a proposal, Chief Karan raised his brows and pondered. After a while, he replied with a smile.

"In the eyes of our northern tribes, land is a divine gift from heaven and earth, and it can only belong to heaven and earth, not people. Therefore, we Mayo and Yaqi tribes do not occupy land, but only use it. , to obtain the gift of the Mother Earth... Tribes from the sea, you can use the idle land to build the warehouse for the sacrifice, but it cannot be fertile soil suitable for farming by the river."

"Praise the Lord God! Thank you for your kindness, Honorable Chief Karan!"

Hearing the promise of the deer head chief, Zuvaro nodded with satisfaction and showed joy. The minerals in this area are so rich, and the quality of copper and gold is very high. The Kingdom has the intention to be here, gradually laying its foundations and spreading the faith. Of course, the high-quality coal mining areas further north, the Yomei tribe of the Yaki people, cannot be ignored either.

"The ancestors are watching us! Friends and brothers from the sea, the Yorem Division is willing to be kind to you, and hope to receive goodwill in return."

Chief Karan put away his smile and looked serious. He stared at Priest Zuvaro, his voice became low, and there was chill in his words.

"I have a bolder proposal, related to the great tribe of Yomei in the north..."

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