At the end of September, the kingdom's four longships continued to set off from the camp at Southport, bid farewell to the camp that had just been built with a hut, and also bid farewell to the 50 kingdom crew members on the shore, and a dozen newly joined tribal women. flute

"We came from the north...they went north...we reached the river, that's where the tribes were separated!...in the black forest, on the white sand, in the cold winds of autumn and winter, such a separation, Just like our ancestors!  …”

Elder Woji of the Kuss people, leading more than a hundred people, sang songs about parting from relatives and friends. The muddy accent with stop, fricative, fricative and nasal sounds was full of low and desolate taste. The language of the Coos people is a special Coosan language family (Coosan), which is different from the tribes on the three sides around them. In these ancient ballads, there seems to be hidden some unique secrets, the origin of the ancient tribes... It's just that they all dissipate in later generations and are hard to hear again.

The fleet continued to head north, and there were long white sand dunes along the way, which was more than a hundred miles long. In the sunshine of early autumn, it is fluffy and beautiful, like the long feathers left by the egret bird in tribal mythology, spreading out on the edge of the coast.

In later generations, the name of this dune was called Upqua Beach (Upqua). And the broad Ampqua River is flowing from the upper reaches of the beach, three or four hundred miles inland. The origin of the name "Ampqua" also refers to the Indian tribe hunting in the upstream forest, the Umpqua people. And this word is also the self-proclaimed name of the Umpqua people in the Penutian language family, "people of the land and homeland".

The fleet sailed past the white "homeland" beach, but there was no trace of the Umpqua people. These hunters in the mountains are very good at hiding, they will only look out in the mountains and forests in the east, and they will not rashly appear by the seaside in a small boat. And soon, on the white coast, paddling a small boat appeared, which also belonged to the Perutian (Penutian) language family and spoke the coastal Perutian language (Siw).

The language of the Xiusluo people can be barely communicated with the fleet after two tribal hunters, Lotte and Tou, translated it twice. In the translation book of Cedar Shaman, some simple words are also recorded. The tribes on these coasts respected the sun, and built a large and small village in the peaceful coastal valley in the north. And the ownership of these villages is the same Husrau tribe, called the Chaoyang tribe.

The knowledgeable Mickey never thought that there would be a large tribe of more than 2,000 people in a river valley less than 200 miles north of the various tribes of Coos Bay, which was loose and had at most 100 or 200 people! And when he met the sun shaman of Chaoyang Department, this unexpected feeling became even stronger. flute

"Where are you from? Where are you from? Where are you going?"

"We, the tribe in the lake, come from the far south and are going to the far north!"

"Why do you guys go to the north? You know, there is nothing in the north, it is desolate white and brown. We came here from the far north..."

"Well... for us, the north, with the prophecy and the great gulf... it's the sun's guide!..."

"Oh! Guidance from Chinook, prophet of the tribe..."

Hearing this, Chinook (ook), the shaman of Chaoyang Tribe, smiled. The Xiuslaw people respect the sun, and every shaman in the Chaoyang Department is named after the sun, called "Chinook". He touched his chin and said meaningfully.

"The great sun Chinook rises and sets, and where he is watching is our Sunrise Tribe. Hundreds of years ago, the great shaman Chinook received the guidance of the sun and led the tribe from the extreme north. Here. He led the tribe, on the sunny white sandy beach and the coast, planted the fields with enlightenment, and obtained stable food..." 龠

"However, hundreds of years later, under the guidance of the sun, you went to the cold extreme north... It seems that our sun is not the same..."

"Lord God bless! Dear Chinook Shaman, how can people see the whole picture of the sun? The sun will continue to rise and set, appearing in different positions in the sky. Perhaps our sun, although it has different guidance , but it will be the same!...”

"Oh? The same changing sun? Maybe! For the future guided by the sun, the descendants of the sun will never refuse...as long as he is really full of light and warmth..."

After a meaningful exchange, the elder shaman Chinook smiled and waved his hands again.

"Tribes who came on long boats, thank you for the cloth and metal weapons you donated! You can repair them in the Sunshine Department and exchange some food fairly. Now it is the autumn of harvest, and the food of the tribe is still plentiful... and what we eat Things, the enlightenment from the great shaman Chinook actually exists in other tribes, but not as much as here..."

"Huh? Autumn harvest? Shaman's enlightenment?...The northern tribes here probably don't have potatoes. The temperature is so low, and the coastal land is so salty...What do the Xiuslaw people want to harvest?"

Mickey the Knower left the chief's longhouse full of questions. He stood on the edge of the dunes and bushes, staring at the rare wooden longhouse in front of him, silent. flute

According to the experience of the fleet along the way, the appearance of this kind of longhouse proves that the scale of a single tribe is large to a certain extent, and there are one or several chiefs or shamans with high status. Similarly, this also means that the tribes here do not need to migrate. They mainly focus on farming and have a stable food supply, that is, there are many "fields".

"Fields of the Xiuslaws?..."

The well-informed Mickey pondered for a long time, until the exploration captain Zuvalo called out excitedly with a look of surprise on his face.

"Mickey! Mickey! Come here, come here!"

The knowledgeable Mickey heard the reputation and saw Zuvalo standing on a weedy hill, waving to him from a distance. He walked over suspiciously, but saw Zuvalo squatting on the ground and digging out a long "weed" more than one meter high. Then, just watching Zuvalo, he broke off a yellowish root of the weed, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed.

"Uh?! Zuvaro! Eating grass roots indiscriminately? Are you dying?!"

"Haha! The Lord God is witness! Mickey, this time, you know less than me."

Exploration Captain Zuvaro smiled triumphantly and raised his head. He chewed on the sweet grass roots, and tasted like raw sweet potatoes.

"This weed is actually a 'field' planted by Chaoyangbu! This one-meter-high weed is actually their 'sun bean'. Well, it should be a kind of vetch. Both the root and the fruit can be eaten , sweet!"

Zuvaro searched carefully for a while, and picked up a bunch of pods. Then he broke open the pods again, poured the beans into his mouth, and chewed them, but they were still sweet.

"Here! You can try it too. I asked the local tribal people, and they made gestures for a while, and told me that they planted all the plants on this barren hill, and they could eat them all! ... By the way, I also saw They are picking bracken on the ground..."

As he said that, the expedition leader Zuvaro searched and found two kinds of bracken around the vetch. One kind of leaves are curly, like a bear's paw, very fresh and tender. Zuwaro grabbed a few young leaves and chewed them in his mouth, his eyes lit up.

"Huh? It's a bit astringent, but it's delicious!"

Hearing this, the knowledgeable Mickey pondered for a while, and tasted it carefully. This kind of fern has a good taste and is a bear's paw fern intentionally planted by the Chaoyang Department. Like vetch, it is salt-resistant and suitable for vegetable crops in coastal wilderness. Of course, there is a lot of starch in the rhizome of vetch, and if it is grown in large quantities, it can barely be used as a staple food. flute

"Well, what's this last one?"

The knowledgeable Mickey lowered his head~lightnovelpub.net~Looking at the last one in his hand, the thorny fern with triangular leaves, he couldn't help but put it in his mouth, tasted it carefully, and tasted it again.

"It's a bit bitter... a little grassy... well, it's not as delicious as bear's paw fern!..."

The knowledgeable Mickey was thinking suspiciously, but he heard Zuvalo calling him again. At some point, the other party had already gone to the shore, and was staring at something carefully.

"Mickey! Look! These are still the fields of the Xiusilao people, but sea fields! Look, this should be some kind of kelp, and there are bunches of seaweed!...Interesting! What an interesting tribe!"

The knowledgeable Mickey came to the seaside, lowered his head, and carefully observed the seafield of the Huslau people. It is said to be a sea field, but it is actually a small circle of seawall surrounded by wooden poles after a little excavation in the shallow sea. On the periphery of the small circle, there are crude but practical fishing grass cages. In the tidal flats and sea ponds inside, dense seaweed and kelp are planted. Under the clear sunshine of autumn, the crops in the water float quietly and grow quietly, waiting to be collected and harvested by the tribesmen.

"Hmm...it's really interesting! Fields on land are planted with vetch, bear's paw fern, and thorn fern. Fields at sea are planted with seaweed and kelp, and by the way, fishing... This inheritance of the Chaoyang Department is indeed very unusual!"

"Blessed by the Lord God! The tribe led by the sun also has the wisdom of the sun... Sun Shaman Chinook..."

The two were talking, but the knowledgeable Mickey suddenly shook.

"Zuvaro... have you noticed that the sun is moving suddenly?"

"Eh? Mickey, what are you talking about?"

"I say, the sun's moving...uh!...it's going down!...ah?..."

As he said that, the knowledgeable Mickey exclaimed, and then fainted on the beach with a "bang". The warm sun shone on him, like a salted fish foaming at the mouth...