The torrential rain in July came from the Caribbean Sea, crashing and sloping on the coast of this northern land. Outside the small Vastec village, the long river swelled. And the small lakes close to the seashore also converged to form a large lake of tens of miles.

"What's the name of this lake in the rainy season?"

The old militiaman squatted at the door of the village chief's hut, watching the heavy rain outside the house, while chatting with the wrinkled village elder. The village elder looked down and replied cautiously, with his head down.

"Master... this is Mangrove Lake."

"Don't call me Master... Call me... Forget it, don't be afraid, do as you please! Say, Mangrove Lake?"

"Yes! It's called that because there is a large mangrove forest around it."

"oh!"

The old militiaman smiled kindly. He didn't feel resentful because of the village elder's previous report. On the contrary, he was even a little grateful. If it wasn't for the village elders who attracted the dog-born warriors, he wouldn't have had the chance to meet his son.

"Then, what about this long river? What's its name?"

"My lord, this long river is called the Heron River. There are many herons staying by the river. From the uppermost reaches to the mouth here, there are all these big white birds... That's why it's called the Heron River."

"Is that also your name?"

"No, it's not. The original tribe in this area, the Jananburi people, called it that. Some people seem to call it the 'River of Flowers'. Because there are many flowers by the river, spring and summer are all flowers..."

"Heron River... River of Flowers... What a beautiful river!..."

Hearing this, the old militia Chihuaco nodded. He recalled the scene by the river, the large wetlands, flowers and birds, with a smile on his face.

"How long is this river? Where does its upper reaches go?"

Hearing this, the village elder had a wrinkled face, thought for a while, and then said in a low voice.

"My lord, this river is very long, long, long...Drawing upstream to the west for many days, it is Warrior Lake. I heard that it flows down from the wilderness further west...As for the specifics, I don't know. ah!…"

"Warrior Lake..."

The old militiaman pondered for a while, then nodded again. He did not embarrass the village elders, but quietly watched the heavy rain outside the house, and the long river in the heavy rain.

In fact, the name of this long river in later generations is the Sotto La Marina River (), a long river in the northeast of Mexico, originating from the highland wilderness in the west. Near the estuary of the river where they are now, is the Sotto La Marina Wetland Delta, which is famous for its beautiful scenery and abundant birds. The flourishing flocks of birds have stayed for a long time, and natural fertilizers have been swayed for thousands of years, which has brought extremely fertile land.

In other words, this is a suitable place for farming, and the entire Heron River is hundreds of miles up and down!

The old militiaman looked at the wide river, moved his eyes, and looked at a highland near the river. There, two acres of cassava fields have been reclaimed, and a new branch has emerged. And the vigorous vitality, and the crops that can nourish the entire land, are taking root and sprouting there.

"Do you remember how to grow cassava?"

"Remember, sir."

The village elder replied in a low voice with a bitter face.

"The villagers in the village also remember it."

Hearing this, the old militiaman smiled with satisfaction. He grabbed his son and planted the field for two days. As a result, the kid couldn't bear it anymore, and called the villagers directly to plant along with his father. The old militiaman tried to beat his son, but Chippewa retorted as he ran.

"Father! I am a dignified elite centurion. If you let me farm, you will make the tribal warriors look down on me! Besides, I am not such a material, and it is easy to forget after learning it. If you remember it wrong, don't you?" Did you teach it for nothing?...I asked fifty men from the village to learn with you! If you teach them well, it means I know it!..."

"Ah, that's right!...I want to take the soldiers to Warrior Lake! I have to tell Sister Alan personally about your news, and then get your longboat back. She doesn't like the Mexica, but For my sake, I will definitely help you!..."