Jinshan Bay converges with the upper reaches of the east, and the plain along the river is a suitable place for settlement. Therefore, in this vast bay area, there are naturally many aboriginal tribes.

The fleet stationed at Xishan Port, and only two or three days later, there were Indian hunters paddling canoes, watching from afar on the great lake in the east. Zuvalo himself led a longship and tried to make contact with the scout's tribal hunters, but they flew away.

"The tribal hunters here are so vigilant..."

Seeing this scene, Zuvaro frowned, pondering in his heart.

"It seems that the tribes in the Golden Bay may fight each other, and it will not be so peaceful."

In the next few days, hunters with different costumes appeared cautiously from the north and south of the Great Lake. Looking at the fleet from a distance, they obviously belonged to different tribes.

Time was running out, and everyone in the fleet temporarily put aside the surrounding tribes. It was already mid-June at this time, and the planting of corn and beans was already a bit late. Everyone was busy building thatched huts, reclaiming the land along the river, and planting the crops on the boat as soon as possible. Fortunately, potatoes are hardy crops and can be planted later. As long as sweet potatoes can grow, they will be harvested more or less.

After ten days of busy work like this, the rough shape of some camps appeared on the shore. Perhaps because they saw the intention of the fleet to settle down, finally a canoe with five tribe hunters rowed over from the northern bay to meet the landing fleet.

"Ah-hi! What tribe are you from? What are you doing here?"

A strong Miwok hunter stepped out of the canoe and came to the expedition leader Zuwaro. He was wearing short sleeves and trousers made of sea lion skin, and a straw woven hat with some gray bird feathers inserted on his head, indicating his identity as a hunter. Among the several hunters traveling together, only he was wearing an orange fur cloak on his back, which vaguely seemed to draw some kind of animal. And that bright color is dyed with flower juice, which symbolizes his courage and status in the tribe.

"Aha!"

Under the stammering explanation of the translator Deerworm, Zuvaro looked cautious and started the first contact with the Miwok people. And "Aha," a peaceful Miwok greeting, like "Hello."

"We are from the water, from the south, the tribe in the lake! We want to settle down here. What about you? Who are you? What tribe are you from?"

"From the water? Southern tribes? Hmm..."

Hearing this, the Miwok hunter in the cloak narrowed his eyes, and looked at the leather armor on everyone, as well as the big bow on his back. He pursed his lips slightly, and after listening to the words that could translate deer worms, a daze appeared on his face, as if he connected everyone with some other southern tribe.

"Ancestors, they are the Kumeya people who are good at fighting. They migrated here from the sea... Now there is some trouble..."

The Miwok hunter muttered a few words in the tribal language, but everyone did not understand. Afterwards, the Miwok hunter looked solemn and expressed his intention of coming.

"Me? I am the Caped Hunter of the North Bay! My name is 'toho', 'wind' from the north. You may call me..."

The Miwok hunter spoke a long list of words with a proud face. The translator Lu Chong listened for a while in a daze, then touched his head and explained carefully.

"He was explaining his name just now... This is a very powerful tribal hunter! He has hunted wild beasts in the mountains, and he has the qualification of using the tribe as his 'name'. And the painting on his cloak is the prey that symbolizes his courage, the bear ..."

"Eh? Is this a bear? I thought it was a pig..."

Exploration Captain Zuvaro stared wide-eyed, and looked at the fur cloak that the Miwok hunter deliberately turned around to reveal. He looked at the abstract engraving, and then at the material of the fur itself, and then he was sure that it was indeed bear fur.

"So, what's his name?"

"His name is Le Feng. 'Feng' is his name, which represents his agility. And 'Le' is the **** of their tribe, who played the flute and sang songs, and created the world and life...Only the most powerful Miwok Only tribes can call themselves 'Le', a big tribe blessed by the gods..."

"Lefeng?...a big tribe blessed by the gods?"

Hearing such a name, the knowledgeable Mickey fell silent. Judging from the other party's narration, the Beiwan Department should be very powerful among the surrounding departments. And the tribal myths they inherited, and the honor of hunters wearing cloaks, proved that the size of this Miwok tribe has been able to support the priest and warrior class...

Thinking of this, the knowledgeable Mickey stepped forward, glanced at the translator Lu Chong, and said in a deep voice.

"Ask carefully, how many cloaked hunters like him are there in their tribe? How many ordinary hunters?"

The deer worm nodded, and communicated with Le Feng, the cloaked hunter, for a while. Everyone saw Le Feng gesticulating with his fingers and proudly saying a lot. After the deer worm translated it, there were only a few simple sentences.

"Uh... I don't understand much... Their tribe occupies a very large hunting ground on the north side of the Great Bay. This is also one of their hunting grounds, but there are very few prey... and the cloak hunters of their tribe , only fingers and toes, about 20 people... As for the ordinary hunters, there are 20-20-20-20-20-20-20 boats..."

Deer Chong said six or seven twenty in one breath, not sure if he said something wrong. But upon hearing such an answer, the expression of the knowledgeable Mickey suddenly became serious.

"If it's six 20... That's one hundred and twenty boats, with five people on each boat... What is this North Bay, there are six hundred young and strong tribal hunters?"

With that in mind, the exploration captain, Zuvaro, and the knowledgeable Mickey looked at each other. Based on this estimate, this is likely to be a large northern tribe with four to five thousand people, which has almost reached the maintenance limit of a half-fishing and half-farming tribe in the cold north. Even, this may be the biggest tribe they have encountered since they went north!

"Ask again, what is his intention when he comes here?"

The translator Deer Worm continued to chat with the cloaked hunter Le Feng for a while, until the other party turned sideways and pointed to the canoe behind him.

"Uh...he said...this land is one of their hunting grounds in the North Bay..."

The translator Deer Worm cautiously looked at the faces of the two leaders and replied.

"We want to settle down here, and their hunting grounds will be handed over to us..."

Hearing this, the warrior leader Tsakapu Shi Jian's eyes turned cold, and he pulled out the copper ax from his waist and shouted sharply.

"This is the place predicted by His Majesty~lightnovelpub.net~ and it is also the will of the Lord God! They want to drive us away? Then let them come over and fight us!"

"Well…"

Deerworm swallowed, looked at the angry warrior leader, and then looked at the other side. Although he didn't know what happened, the Miwok hunters who were obviously vigilant explained carefully.

"A strong leader... that's not the case. Although the hunting grounds in the Northland belong to them, they are not the root of the tribes... The migration of tribes is a common thing, and the hunting grounds will also be transferred between tribes. In addition to the sacred ancestral land, planting There is no land other than the farmland, it really belongs to a certain tribe, to a certain person... The whole vast land is a great spirit, a gift to all the ministries..."

Hearing such knowledge of the land, the leaders of the fleet looked at each other with surprise on their faces. This idea of ​​sharing the fruits of the land and sharing the great spiritual gifts is like the oldest tribal story in the legend. On the Mexica Plateau, such an ancient concept has long since disappeared...

In fact, later generations of Yankee colonists signed contracts with local tribes and "purchased" vast lands, sometimes for only a small gift. This is actually not that these aborigines are stupid, nor is it their original intention. Their original intention was to follow the ancient tradition and share the output of the land with the white-skinned tribes. Because, land is a gift of great spirits, not belonging to tribes or individuals.

After a while, the exploration captain Zuwaro gave a light "cough" and ordered.

"The Lord God testifies! Go ahead and talk. What is he doing here?"

"Oh! Oh... He said that the elder, the wise, the healer, the Miwok shaman, the chief of the North Bay tribe, Cedar Puyati, had heard of the arrival of the Longship tribe. He wanted to invite the chief of our tribe , to be a guest in Beiwanbu..."

(end of this chapter)