The songs of the Taino people, ancient and cheerful, accompanied by bursts of leather drums, reverberated inside and outside the chief's hut. The old militia Chiwako listened patiently, with a peaceful smile on his face. Until the singing stopped, and the ceremony of informing the gods and ancestors, it came to an end.

When the hut was quiet again, the old village chief of Yukamu stretched his hand into his arms, took out a Cohiba tobacco "spear" again, and handed it to Chiwako. Soon, the two were puffing up, smoking the most primitive cigars, and talking frankly under the translation of Kuba.

"Respected Yukamu Village Chief, our fleet needs food and water. I am willing to take out the fleet's cargo and exchange it with you!"

The old militiaman Chiwako looked sincere and frankly stated the purpose of his trip. Hearing this, the old village chief of Yukamu was stunned and replied with a smile.

"Tribes in the lake, friends from far away! The gods and ancestors look at the village, you are our guests. You can directly share our food and supplement what you need."

"Uh..."

Hearing this, Chiwako scratched his head. He thought for a while, then shook his head.

"Praise the gods, thank you for your kindness! However, our fleet is large and we need a lot of food. We can't take your food for nothing. We have enough goods to exchange, whatever you like. ."

Having said this, Chiwako beckoned and shouted to the mountain bird with the bamboo basket on its back.

"Mountain Bird, bring something up!"

Soon, there was a small bag of cocoa, a slap cotton cloth, a small bag of lake gems, a small bag of gold and silver, and a few bright feathers in front of the old village chief of Yukamu. These are the most common trade items of various ministries along the way.

The old village chief of Yukamu pondered for a while, then pointed to gold, silver and feathers, and waved his hand. The tribes of Taino did not produce gold or silver, nor did they see any use in these stones, which could neither be eaten nor worn.

As for feathers, Taino departments need them, as headgear or as decoration in the house. But Yukagi itself produces a lot of bird feathers. They use domesticated finches, which emit crisp calls, to trap brightly colored wild parrots. They also set traps and place bait to catch coastal seabirds.

Afterwards, the old village chief of Yukamu looked at Hui Keke, a little confused, and seemed to remember something. He shook his head slightly, pointed to Coco, and waved his hand again.

Crops on the island of Cuba include cassava, tobacco, maize, beans, squash, cotton, peppers, peanuts, pineapples, gourds (Cucurbita)... but also palm fruit, guava and zeme. The Cocoa that the plateau and the Mayan tribes respected was not in the daily food of the Taino tribes. It was only the Mayan caravan that had brought such commodities many times before the old village chief recognized it.

Seafaring priest Mekkat sat not far away, watching this scene thoughtfully.

"Cocoa is a common sacrificial drink for the Nahua religions and Mayan religions. Since the Taino people don't drink cocoa, their polytheistic beliefs probably have completely different origins from the tribes of the plateau and the rainforest!"

Then, the old village chief of Yukamu touched the soft cotton cloth, nodded with a smile on his face. The Taino tribes also grow cotton for weaving, but both the quality of cotton output and the quality of cloth weaving are much worse than those of the Nahua and Maya. In fact, in the whole of Central America, the centers of various civilizations are located in the Mexica Valley on the plateau and the Mayan Basin on the lowland.

Finally, Yukagi Village Chief opened the small bag of gems, and the bright light reflected into his eyes. He was obviously stunned for a while, a bright smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he reached out and grabbed a white gem in the lake.

"This! This is good! It can be tied into a necklace, worn around the neck, or offered to ancestors!"

Seeing the shining white beads in the village chief's hand, the old Tainuo man in the thatched hut was surprised for a moment and smiled. The necklace around their necks is a medium for communicating with gods and ancestors, and it is also a guarantee for the reincarnation of their souls after their death. According to ancient legends, the whiter and brighter the bead, the more it can attract the attention of the ancestors of death and lead their souls.

"Okay, the Lord God's testimony! Dear Yukamu Village Chief, then we will use the gems and cotton cloth in the lake to trade your food!"

Chiwako breathed a sigh of relief, and a relaxed smile appeared on his face. There are many more gems on the ship, and even more white ones.

"Every tribe in the wasteland likes green and blue, and the Mayan tribes like green and red. I didn't expect the Taino people to like white and translucent. It's strange that the gems in the lake created by Your Majesty can travel all over the world!" .."

"Good! This bead is good!"

The old village chief of Yukamu smiled honestly and nodded in agreement. Holding a shining white bead in his hand, he gave a few words to the nearest villagers. Soon, someone came with a basket of food and placed it in front of Chihuaco.

"This, cassava cake, eat on the road, it can last for four or five days. This, dry cassava pieces, have been soaked, peeled and dried. Don't get wet, it can last for ten or twenty days. This, dry corn, can last for a long time. A long time. This, tapioca leaf powder, can be drunk in water or added to rice..."

The old Yukamu village chief picked up the food one by one and explained it for a while. Chiwako looked serious and nodded again and again.

The main food of the Taino departments is cassava, which is highly productive. Cassava can be grown in the mountains or in the plains, and is best suited to climates that are warm all year round and have average rainfall. However, this crop is not very picky, drought-resistant, barren and heat-resistant. Even if there is insufficient rainfall and high temperature in summer, it can still have a good harvest. It is extremely viable, able to cope with competition from weeds and requires low field management. The staple food of the African continent in later generations, the raw material of pearls in pearl milk tea, is all cassava.

"Respected Captain Chiwako, this is the cassava of the Taino people. It is more filling than pumpkin, and about the same as corn!"

Seeing the food brought out by the village chief, the Mayan merchant Tikalo raised his brows and added with a smile.

"Of course, the taste of cassava is much worse than that of corn. Even cassava cakes are only slightly better than cassava cubes, which can barely be swallowed. It is poisonous and needs to be peeled and soaked in water for two or three days before cooking. Cook and eat. In the lowland Maya, there are also ordinary civilians who plant cassava lakes on the mountains, but the nobles generally do not eat it. However, the leaves of cassava, as long as they are soaked and washed, are very good vegetables to eat!”

"What? This cassava can be planted in the mountains just like sweet potatoes?"

Hearing this, the old militiaman Chiwako's eyes lit up and asked carefully.

"This kind of cassava, how many fruits can be harvested from one acre of land in the alliance?"

"Oh! After cassava grows, it looks like a low tree, and the edible part is the tuber buried in the ground, not the fruit. As for the yield..."

Tikalo stretched out his hand and touched his divine head. He thought about it, but never paid attention to the yield of the crop. The old militiaman looked at the old village chief again and asked Kuba to translate.

"Cassava is Yukahu, the **** of white. In the southern rain forest, it is a gift to our ancestors! Cassava nourishes the Taino people. Whether it is heavy rain or flood, it will bring us precious food! A cassava dwarf tree can grow There are five or six roots, each of which is at least the size of a fist. You see, on the mounds in the nearby fields, cassava grows, and those buried in the mounds are roots!"

"Ah? A cassava can produce five or six roots?"

Chiwako stretched out his hand and weighed the cassava roots in the basket, which weighed about a pound or two. He looked outside the hut and estimated the density of the cassava mound, and the expression on his face turned into shock.

"You can plant one cassava in 2-3 steps, 240 steps per mu of land. Each tree will bear 5-6 roots, and even if each root is only more than 1 catties, the yield of that mu of land...is... that is..."

"At least 500 jin per mu. If the skin is removed and the water is over, it will be deducted. Moreover, the harvested cassava is easily damaged, and the storage time is shorter than that of corn and pumpkin. However, I remember that this kind of crop can It grows in the ground for many years, and it can be harvested at any time, and it can be harvested at any time..."

Seeing the calculation of the old militiaman pinching his fingers, the Mayan merchant Tikalo smiled secretly and answered casually. Then, he touched his chin, looked at the old militiaman's wide-eyed and disbelieving expression, and asked suspiciously.

"Dear Captain Chiwako, what's wrong with you? Is this output very high?"

"Ah, praise the Lord God! Damn it! Whoever is blind has finally done something right!"

Chiwaco gritted his teeth so hard that he almost bit his tongue. He blushed and replied through gritted teeth.

"High, very high! This yield is higher than that of the Lord God! It is even higher than sweet potatoes and pumpkins! We must bring these cassava back to the Alliance for farming!"

"If you encounter a famine year, this is like a pumpkin and sweet potato, it can save your life..."

The old village chief of Yukamu looked curious. He didn't quite understand what these tribes in the lake were talking about pointing to the most common cassava. This common crop has been domesticated for thousands of years by the ancestors of the Taino, the Avakans in the southern Amazon jungle, and is the most common food on the entire southern continent.

"Cassava is Yukahu, the **** of white, in the southern rainforest, a gift to the ancestors, raising the Taino people!  …"

Thinking of this, the old village chief of Yukamu held the shining white beads again, looked at the woodcut with the divine pattern, and praised silently for a while. Until Chiwako looked solemn, saluted him solemnly, and asked again.

"Respected Yukamu Village Chief, thank you! I have some more requests... Our fleet, with three longboats, is scattered along the coast of this piece. I would like to ask you to send envoys to ask the surrounding villages and villagers. ..."

"In addition, we will drive the damaged longboat to the village and repair it nearby. If we can get the help of the villagers, it should be much faster... Of course, we will send white The gem of the lake, as a gift."

"Gods and ancestors bless you and bless us! No problem, my friend. We are willing to help you as we help our brothers and sisters. We also like your shining white pearls, which are for the gods and ancestors, the most Great gift!"

The old village chief of Yukamu smiled kindly. Without hesitation, he nodded in agreement.

"Come on, friends! Please come to our village and live for a while. The women in the nearby villages are all welcome to come. We have not injected new blood for a long time to maintain the vitality of the ethnic group. .."

"The flower welcomes the butterfly, and the butterfly makes it strong. Cassava welcomes the bird, and the bird spreads the seed. We welcome you, come to our village, take the cassava of the white god, leave behind the gem of the tribe of the lake, and continue Brother's blood!"

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