"The sun and the moon are two twin ancestors with great spirituality. The sun is day and summer, dry and warm land ancestors. The moon is night and winter, rain and cold sea ancestors...they chase rises from the land and falls from the sea, making the days long in summer and the nights long in winter..."

In the small huts of the Kuss people, the captains of the fleet sat around the firepit, ate the stewed baby fish soup, and listened to the village elder Woji singing the myths and epics of the Kuss tribe. Although the people couldn't understand the language and couldn't understand Elder Woji's chanting, these ancient and vicissitudes epics were narrated in a low and hoarse manner, with a strange feeling of reassurance.

Salamander has a tradition of migrating and spawning in the Shuo River, and these fishermen who live along the river and sea catch the most fish. On an already chilly night, a warm bowl of trout soup and some grilled scallops and crabs that are easy to pick up can make people feel comfortable. The only downside is that these foods are not very high in energy. Apart from a little bean as a vegetable, there weren't any satiating grains.

"The tribes of the Kuss, at least in this bay, are mainly fishing and hunting."

The knowledgeable Mickey observes the situation in the hut through the bonfire. The small huts of the Kuss people are somewhat similar to those of the Viyotes, and they are all like pottery bowls with inverted domes. However, the thatched huts of the Kussians are obviously much smaller. You can stand up straight in the house with your head down. The materials are also lighter and thinner, and the walls are thicker.

The light and thin mentioned here means that the wooden frame is less, and more branches are built. Sniff gently, with the aroma of fir and faint eucalyptus. The thick walls refer to a large amount of reeds, thatch and pine needles filled in, and a thick layer of clay on the outermost lake.

"Low thatched huts, thick walls... the winter here should be very windy and very cold. And the light materials should be for the convenience of chasing catches and prey, and migrating when necessary..."

The knowledgeable Mickey's eyes flickered, and he looked around carefully. He didn't see the tool bowl for grinding corn, and he didn't see the stored pumpkins. Instead, he saw dried berries, dried rabbit meat, and hanging bacon. fish. And in the corner of the room, there is a very fine grass blue, a buckskin blanket, some small bone ornaments, and a grass-woven fishing net. He touched his chin, and had a clearer understanding of the living conditions of the Kuss people.

"Well... The climate here is no longer suitable for corn and pumpkins. Apart from simply growing some beans, the Kuss people are almost a hunting tribe. Fishing, hunting and gathering have unstable food sources, and they cannot afford to raise too many animals. There are many people... No wonder there are only more than one hundred people in this tribe! I am afraid that the tribes in this area are all of this size, and they are very loose..."

Thinking of this, the knowledgeable Mickey pondered for a while, then looked at the hunter Tow.

"Tuo Wu, can you use the communication method of the Northland to make a good gesture and ask him where there are large tribal villages in this area?"

The short night passed in difficult communication, and the morning came in the broad morning light. It was just dawn, and everyone woke up from the huts. The Coos people in the village were already busy, making preparations for fishing in Coos Bay.

Yes, this excellent harbor was named after the Coos people in later generations, called Coos Bay (osbay). However, in the brutal colonial wave, the Kuss lost almost all their tribes, lands and languages, leaving only a few place names to prove their existence.

Five long boats docked in the wide and extended Coos Bay, and many fishermen of the Kus people surrounded the long boats, looking around curiously. They really wanted to know how big a tree was used to build such a big long boat and how many fish it could hold at one time.

At the first encounter, the Coos fishermen were instinctively wary of the fleet they had never seen before. But when the expedition leader Zuwaro presented some practical and warm cotton cloths, the Kuss people showed a gentle and friendly character, and even gave back a few king crabs they picked up. Well, the king crab has no meat, the shell is hard, and it can damage the fishing net. It is one of the catches that the Kuss people look down on. They have few natural enemies in this offshore area, are plentiful and worthless.

"Zwaro, this bay is very long, extending for forty or fifty miles. There are three very long rivers, which meet from the north, east, and south respectively... and the long river in the south goes upstream and south for sixty to seventy miles. , is a wind-shielded river valley. There is only a large tribe of the Kuss people with a scale of 1,000 people, the River Valley Department."

Mickey the Knowledgeable stood by the bay, looking around at the green hills and plains, and at the brown mountains far to the northeast. This is a natural port with convenient transportation, and there is a large area of ​​fertile riverside land that can be reclaimed. It's cold and windy, but as long as they bring potatoes...

"God bless! We can open up this harbor without going to the south to compete with the Kuss for the warm inland river valley. The big Kuss tribe there doesn't know what their attitude will be. And the Quss fishermen here , most of them are friendly!…”

"Praise the Lord God! Then here it is!"

The exploration captain Zuwaro nodded, reached out and pointed to the south of the harbor where the rivers meet, and said with a smile.

"Here it is! There are bays, rivers, and freshwater lakes. Here we are, setting up a new port. Well, its name... Elder Waukey said they were the people of the South, who migrated from the North to People in the south...then the port of this bay is called...the Nangang!"

Hearing this, the corner of the knowledgeable Mickey's eyes twitched, and he rubbed his brows. He was keenly aware that according to Zuwaro's naming habits, there must be a "North Harbor" behind it, such a name... He was about to speak, but saw Zuwaro approaching the first-level missionary priest with a smile on his face. Shu, ordered something in a low voice, and the other party was surprised, and there was some hesitation in the surprise.

"Lord God! Let me manage the port?! Uh, with the Kus woman..."

"Cough! We left fifty people and a long boat to build the kingdom's south port here."

The exploration captain Zuvalo looked solemn, and ordered sternly.

"Kashu! You have to work hard for the kingdom! Winter is coming, and you have to wait until next year for farming. You have to go out to sea to catch fish, smoke them and store them. You have to imitate the style of the Kuss and build enough Huts. They also cut down enough wood to stockpile in the camp..."

"Witness of the Lord God! You have a lot to do, you must hurry up! Of course, you have to do everything possible, respond flexibly, get 'help' from the surrounding Kuss people, and carry out missionary work~lightnovelpub.net~they They are very friendly, and the tribe is very loose, and it is possible to migrate in winter, so we should try to 'stay' them... Keshu Priest, do you understand?"

"Yes! I...I see."

Keshu Priest pursed his lips and nodded heavily. His name is a simplification of the cocoa tree, which symbolizes his identity as a noble descendant.

"Bless the Lord God! The kingdom will definitely lay a solid foundation in this harbor!"

"Okay! Very good! As a kingdom priest, you should have such determination!"

Exploration Captain Zuvaro nodded in satisfaction. He glanced at the bewildered knowledgeable Mickey, and whispered again.

"Remember! As long as there is corn, try to make pancakes first and eat them in your mouth! I leave you some beautiful cloth, some drunken wine, and some herbs... At that time, the people of Kuss will have to Admit it, you relatives... Be flexible, be flexible, be flexible! Do you understand?"

"Yes! ...Captain."

Keshu priest lowered his eyes, nodded slightly, and promised.

"When you come back, the population of Nangang will definitely double..."

"Be more courageous! Turn twice! One can have two!..."

The captain of the exploration, Zuvaro, looked calm, and seemed to be explaining some very serious affairs. Afterwards, he looked at the knowledgeable Mickey who was approaching with a suspicious face, and said with a smile.

"Mickey! Let's stay here for a few days, help build some huts, and then continue north! I heard that not far to the north is another tribe that worships the sun?..."

Hearing this, the knowledgeable Mickey raised his brows, as he was distracted. He nodded, looked to the north, and replied in the affirmative.

"Zuvalo, I asked! Continue to the north and walk on land for three days. After about 160 miles, there will be a group of tribes who worship the sun, the Siw people (siw)!..."