The primitive tribes had a different view of the land from the colonizers. In the eyes of the colonizers, the acquisition of land was the acquisition of ownership. And the tribesmen who have fished, hunted, farmed, and harvested fruits on a certain piece of land for generations are actually concerned about the right to use the land, not the ownership.

This creates a superficial phenomenon of Indigenous people who seem to be very talkative: Manhattan is a prime example.

Of course, outsiders don't care about the idea of the natives - as long as they are given a place to stay, the natives will soon lose their right to live, and who cares about ownership or anything like that.

Pan Mingzhong and the others are facing the same situation as the Dutch at the beginning: exchanging industrial products for land.

This question is a bit harder.

First of all, the traverser is a descendant, so they don't dig a hole for themselves. You know, in later generations, the story of the greedy and cunning Dutchman who traded a box of glass balls for Manhattan has been told by teachers to children all over the world for hundreds of years, and will continue to tell it - as long as Manhattan is still the most expensive place in the world.

That's the problem.

Later generations would not have cared that Manhattan was desolate at the time, or that the Dutch were actually fair trade: the Indians had voluntarily exchanged the use of Manhattan for glass balls without compulsion. However, the newspapers and textbooks of later generations will only shout: Look, these scoundrels have exchanged glass balls for tens of thousands of dollars in square meters, worth more than a trillion dollars......

There is no solution to this problem. No matter what kind of goods the red hair used to exchange for Manhattan at that time, later generations will incur the same public opinion attacks...... The Dutch are also helpless.

Therefore, the traversal cannot dig a hole for himself. Therefore, before setting off, Pan Mingzhong received a private warning from someone in the big office: In the future, exploration and development should not be made into a Manhattan model. As for how to get it, cough... You can grasp this old Pan yourself.

So Lao Pan is scratching his head a little now.

The mode of exchanging land from the birth, but not exchanging commodities, leads to passivity in the future: this is tantamount to acknowledging the ownership of the land by the indigenous people.

- The soon-to-be-established Crossing Empire, although it will certainly recognize the private ownership of land, but it is aimed at the civilized world, such as explaining people...... The bottom line is that the other party must have words, systems, and contracts.

For these exposed birds, who do not even have a written word, the mainstream voice on the forum is still the "whole world is not the king's land": migration and forced migration to the city to work are the only way out for these natives, as for the land...... Please show a title deed or contract. No? Without you saying Cai Guoqing.

In fact, the main target of this policy is clear to everyone: the vast indigenous people of Southeast Asia, the vast Pacific Islanders, and the vast North American Indians...... Miao Su's raw fan here is collateral damage.

This is the way the traversal treats different civilizations, and although it is difficult to say, it is true.

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Eventually, when he negotiated with the natives, he blurred the concept between trade and land and resorted to delaying tactics: even though in the after-dinner negotiations, it was everyone who could see that the old chief was drawing circles with his arms on nearby land, and then he pointed to the iron pot. However, Pan Mingzhong still rejected the old man's land trade plan for the time being, citing language barriers.

When the two sides agreed to continue the transaction the next day, Pan Mingzhong sent the interpreter from Xingang News Agency to the indigenous village to investigate, which was called 24-hour intensive language training.

When the translator returned the next day, Pan Mingzhong roughly figured out the scale of this group of natives.

Historically, the main ethnic group in Miaoli County was the Daukas ethnic group, and their subordinate communities were the Pengshan Society and the Houyuan Society. According to some scattered materials brought back by the translator today, Pan Mingzhong judged that the person who came to trade with him yesterday should be a branch of the Houyuan Society.

This branch community is about the same size as the Xingang Society. According to the translator, this village alliance called "Touyuan" has three or four villages in the vicinity. This is also the reason why the natives were able to make up 200 warriors yesterday: only with a population base of 1000+ villages, 200 warriors can appear.

When the two sides met again today, the atmosphere was a little more relaxed. From the guide's mouth, I knew that in the indigenous village last night, the shrine maiden even held a large worship ceremony to thank the gods for bringing salt to the village.

Pan Mingzhong nodded when he heard this: These people seem to be no different from the people in the mountainous areas of Fujian and Guangxi, and they all belong to the population that is extremely short of salt.

And the crossing side is a little more confident: the wall is about to be completed. Therefore, according to the established policy, Pan Mingzhong asked the interpreter to tell the old man and the chief of the old man called "Mona" that he needed the old man to send a guide to take him to hunt so that he could prepare lunch.

The right to hunt is a very important right, but the village chief of Mona did not think about it for long before agreeing: yesterday, several villages under the jurisdiction of the Touyuan Society actually held a unified worship ceremony. In the old man's 40 long lives, he could no longer remember the last time a boat carrying salt and cloth came to the depths of Houlong Creek.

So, these outsiders are guests who need to be taken care of.

Soon, Pan Mingzhong was fully armed and ready to set off with four members of the exploration team, and they were guided by seven or eight indigenous warriors.

Seeing Lao Pan Tsai carefully tying M9 pistols to the outside of his two thighs, the oilman Ning Wei was puzzled at this time: "Can the pistol hunt?" Why are you bringing so much? ”

"Pistols are used to beat natives." Lei Jian next to him explained to him with a smile: "Lao Pan's target is people. If there is anything wrong with the native guide, Lao Pan will kill someone. ”

"Understood, demonstrations."

"Yes, you must show your muscles first, so that there will be peace."

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The gunfire of the hunting party soon came out in the silent valley. The people in the camp didn't actually need walkie-talkies to know where they were going: large numbers of birds would fly up from the dense forest from time to time.

Pan Mingzhong and the others set off at 9 a.m., and by 11 a.m., the hunting party was fully loaded.

"There's so much of a fucking species, it's all over the place." A tired and panting man said as he threw the black bear on his shoulder in front of the camp gate.

All the people of the hunting party carried more than one prey.

Sambar deer, Taiwanese black bear, mountain qiang, wild boar, and about 10 black long-tailed pheasants and blue pheasants - these are used to make flower chickens.

Unlike the elated prospectors, the Native Guides were generally fearful and silent. This state of affairs continued until they began to describe to the village chief the terrible iron pipe: as soon as the outsider raised his hand, with a loud roar and smoke, the prey hundreds of meters away, including the pheasant that had flown up to the treetops, died......

The rest of the natives finally had a basic idea of the force of these outsiders after hearing the guides' descriptions of the muskets...... As a result, relations between the two sides became more peaceful: the indigenous warriors quickly put away their rebelliousness.

Force is useful after all.

The natives, who had become much more honest, then watched the outsiders use metal knives to skin animals, and then they got the leathers.

After giving the natives what was theoretically their own, the outsiders treated them to a feast of boiled meat.

After the meal, the play meat came.

Pan Mingzhong sat across from a group of natives with a grin, an iPad in hand, and began to slowly move the screen in front of the natives.

At this moment, what is displayed on the LCD screen is a picture of a group of natural oil wells. There are thick puddles of bubbling sticky oil in it; There are also black sand floors with obvious color contrasts that do not fit in with the surrounding environment.

In fact, without waiting for Pan Mingzhong to play the video again, several people, including the Tagan siblings, reacted on the spot when they saw one of the images: they screamed in their mouths and pointed in the direction of the distant mountains.

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The package agreement between the exploration team and the Touyuan Society was formally reached later in the day.

After the old village chief of Touyuan Society became a backstabber, he happily agreed to the request to take outsiders to the "black sand" to explore tomorrow.

At the same time, the old village chief also agreed to transfer the right to use the land on the embankment to outsiders. Of course, this agreement was verbal, and it was mixed with the labor employment condition of "hiring natives to lead the way in the exploration with iron pots".

...... In the end, Pan Mingzhong reached an agreement with the natives on land ownership in a way that covered his ears and stole the bell. As for how to frame the textbooks in the future, it is not up to him to manage the old man.

After another day, the wall was completely completed, and the exploration team was ready to enter the mountain at the same time. After discussing that Pan Mingzhong would lead the team, Ning Wei would be in charge of exploration, and after Lei Jian guarded his home, a 10-person exploration team entered the mountain with tools and the Turen team.

In the Miaosu Mountains of later generations, most of the vegetation was secondary forest: new trees were replanted after the original forest was cut down by later generations. In fact, since the Japanese occupation era, Taiwan has carried out the great cause of deforestation, and in later generations, except for a few forest parks, most of the vegetation is secondary forest.

And at this moment, Pan Mingzhong's team, which is following behind the vigorous aborigines, shuttling through the dim primeval woods, to tell the truth, if it weren't for the radio station on the team's back and the positioning instrument in their hands, they would have been lost in the endless forest.

The only good news was that the location of the "black sand" was not far in a straight line: directly in front of the camp, in the col between the two mountains.

"Well, is that the place we're looking for?"

After finally walking to the ground, panting for breath, Pan Mingzhong asked nervously as he looked at the black sand land in front of him, which was surrounded by no grass and about 50 square meters.

Ning Wei didn't answer, but squatted down first and grabbed a handful of sand and looked at it carefully: "There is a play, dig it." ”

In four simple words, it was the beginning of the labor: the team members began to take turns digging in the center of the black sand with shovels.

Fortunately, there are natives on the side.

When someone notices that the natives are interested in the shiny shovels, the rest of the excavation is done by the enthusiastic natives.