"The ancient **** (hu), emerged from the deep sea full of thunder. Like a storm, she walked onto the eastern land, and like a storm, her soul scattered in the vast world..."

It was near dusk, and the fleet docked on the east bank of the lagoon, at the Lake Park Department of the Viyotes. For the arrival of the exploration fleet, the Viyotes reacted peacefully, like a lukewarm lake, neither vigilant nor mobilized. Especially when Mickey, the knowledgeable man, presented the token of the cedar shaman, Tu Jing, the old chief of the Lake Garden Department, came forward in person to entertain the leaders of the fleet.

The lake gardens of the Viyotes are located on the edge of the lagoon, on a littoral plain of reeds and long grasses. There are few trees here, and there is no wood for building. In the lake garden department with two to three thousand people, there is not a single complete wooden house, all of them are low "shelter houses" densely spread out by the lake.

This Viyote hut is like a round hat worn on the ground, with a height of about 2-3 meters and a diameter of 3-6 meters. At this moment, the knowledgeable Mickey was sitting in the hut, and he could clearly see that the pillars of the hut were some small logs that were not too thick, and between the pillars of the logs were filled branches, bamboo and reeds. Further to the periphery, there are bark, turf and soil used as insulation materials. As for the roof of the hut, it was the same thin branch roof covered with thick long grass and reeds.

"It's a very simple hut, it's easy to build, and the materials are easy to get!..."

The knowledgeable Mickey raised his head and carefully observed the chimney on the small roof, as if he had to bow his head to get in.

"This kind of small house is very warm! It's also very low and windproof... When we reach the extreme north, it may be useful..."

"Ahaha! Vicney is baked! I added some seasoning from Chief Tuwhale! Come on, let's eat it while it's hot!..."

As he said that, the cloak hunter Le Tian was elated, and took a few skewers of grilled eels from the fire pit, and handed them to the exploration captain Zuvaro, the knowledgeable Mickey, and the old chief Tujing respectively. Then, according to his appetite, he picked up his own, the largest skewer of grilled eels, and ate happily.

"Suck! So fragrant! Whoa! So fresh! Suck! As expected of me baking it!..."

That’s right, what the Viyotes call “Vicney” is a specialty of the north on the west coast, delicious eel! The knowledgeable Mickey couldn't wait, picked up a bunch of grilled eels as thick as arms, and took a bite! Then, the rich aroma, delicious juice, and slightly sweet taste reverberated between his tongue and teeth, making his eyes shine.

"Lord God! It's delicious! Well...it's delicious!"

The knowledgeable Mickey took a big bite, feeling the crispy skin of the eel and the tender and delicious inside. His eyes were filled with happiness, and when he saw the expression of the cloaked hunter Lotte, he became a lot kinder in an instant.

"Praise the Lord God! It's true that you baked Vikney with one hand! It's really the Lord God who blessed you!..."

Chief Tujing of the Lake Garden Department also stopped singing the tribal epic and ate delicious grilled eels. Although he is the chief of the tribe, he doesn't have much power to use the food in the tribe's warehouse. Therefore, he could only take out a little food in his home to invite the leaders of the fleet. And the "shelter hut" he lives in is only slightly larger than others, without any special conspicuous decorations.

In fact, the Viyotes who fish by the sea still maintain a very old and loose tribal structure. The chief has very little power, and even retains many characteristics of the matrilineal clan, in which the mother's origin determines the ownership of the family.

The lagoon plain where they are located is surrounded by mountains to the north, east, and south, and the sea to the west. And their daily life is mainly fishing, supplemented by planting and gathering, and there is not much hunting in the mountains. This isolated fishing life does not have enough pressure, nor does it have enough rich output to make the tribal society go further. Perhaps it is the survival choice of fishing for generations that makes the Viyotes peaceful and patient, unlike those hunting clans in the mountains, who are sharp, decisive and irritable.

"The gods are scattered in the world, so that all things have spirituality! Just like the eel in our hands, it also has a spirit. In order to fill our stomachs, we have to eat it and be grateful for it. This is a natural cycle and gift. ..."

The old Chief Tujing chattered and ate the grilled fish slowly, with a gentle smile on his face. After a while, everyone finished eating a bunch of eels, and leaned against the inner wall of the hut contentedly, grilling a warm bonfire, with a face of comfort and relaxation.

"Tribes from the sea! You bring the tokens of the southern shaman, and you are reliable visitors from afar. You came to the camp by the lake, and to the home of the people by the lake, what do you want to do? ..."

In the language of the Viyot people, the meaning of "Viotte" is "people", or "people by the lake".

"We, exchange, food!..."

The well-informed Mickey stuttered, looked at the translation book, and pieced together a few words. He kept gesticulating, and even drew pictures on the mud floor of the house, his back sweating anxiously.