On the whole of the Big Island, there are no decent castles and bazaars.

In some of the Fusang villages I met on the way, the food stored by every household was only enough to feed their stomachs, and there was not much surplus that could be traded with the outside world.

Therefore, our road to buying grain did not make the slightest progress in the first half month.

With a lot of red gold in hand, they can't buy food, and Brother Lin on Ziyan Island is still waiting for the rice to go to the pot! It's really sad!

If this continues, I am ready to lead my brothers to pretend to be bandits and ransack the camp of the powerful government's mansion.

This kind of errand of eliminating violence and peace, and robbing homes and houses, Qin Chong and I, and the two brothers of the pot helmet, did it in Canaan in the Roman kingdom back then, and it can be regarded as a familiar road.

But in the wild and wild mountains, I walked for four or five days in a row, and I couldn't find a decent official grain depot.

It is rumored on the trade road that the primitive barrenness of the Eastern Ying Kingdom is finally believed.

Just when we were in a dilemma, we came across a Han-style grange in the mountainous area hundreds of miles away from the coast.

The high-walled big house, the blue tile mud brick, at first glance is a big family.

The ridges built along the mountains and rivers are stacked on top of each other and there is no end in sight.

The stubble from the autumn harvest is still green, and herds of goats and buffalo are grazing leisurely.

Such a rural scenery is completely different from other places, if it is not in Fusang, I really think that I have come to the south of the Yangtze River in the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

The winter scenery of Longxi Manor outside Jinling City should be like this.

The owner of the grange claimed to be a descendant of the Han Dynasty and a remnant of the former dynasty of the Three Kingdoms of Eastern Wu.

Back then, the ancestor came to Fusang to settle in Fusang to avoid disaster, and it has been passed down to his generation for three generations.

This fellow of the Han family has now changed his customs and changed his surname to the surname of the Japanese country, and his name is Saigo Jiro.

The ancestry of our ancestors is very similar to our Jincheng Yi family, and the descendants of the Han family are also familiar at first sight.

There are more than 100 Fusang Zhuangzhuang guests in his family's grange all the year round, and the fields and forests in the foothills of the estuary are all their family's territory.

Therefore, 10,000 catties of grain is easy for the Xixiang brothers.

Brother Xixiang inherited the style of the rivers and lakes of the ancient Han family, and personally led dozens of villagers to drive more than 10 ox carts, and sent more than 100,000 catties of rice grain, 1,000 catties of bacon and rice seeds to our seaside boats.

Then they said goodbye to each other in tears and promised to see each other again in the new year.

By the time our sea boat returned to Ziyan Island along the northwest wind, it was already the eve of the Spring Festival this year.

After several days of heavy snowfall, the whole island was like a huge ball of cotton wool, floating on the gloomy and gray sea.

The sea ship slowly approached, and Qin Chong lowered the iron anchor.

Brother Lin and Uncle Tian, who were eager to wear it, had already led everyone to stand on the shore and greeted our return with great hospitality.

"Virtuous brother! You're finally back! If I don't come back as a brother, I will throw myself into the sea and cut myself! Hahaha! ”

Brother Lin and I hugged each other, and after a month, I didn't see his flowing beard and hair turned much whiter.

"Let the eldest brother worry, the sin below! There is no market town on the whole big island, but fortunately we met a Han brother who lives in the country, so we didn't go home empty-handed! ”

I sighed to Brother Lin, and briefly recounted to everyone how I met Saigo Jiro.

"Yizi, Lin He and these boys have been nagging in front of the master all day long, saying that your master and servant have hijacked our merchant ships and have already returned to the mainland with all the gold. Hehe, left us on this lonely island. ”

Tian Bo on the side said happily, Qin Chong and Guo Helmet were directing everyone to carry grain back and forth.

In just one month, dozens of wooden houses of various sizes have been built, scattered along the edge of the soup ponds in the mountains and forests.

The big house closest to the coast must have been our storehouse and living room during our stay on the island.

And I also remembered that when I sailed away from the island, all the 200,000 taels of gold brought back from the Southern Wilderness were still on the ship.

If I, Qin Chong, and Guo Helmet are really greedy for money and vicious people, Brother Lin and them will be miserable!

Not only did he lose all his net worth, but even the ship that returned home was gone, and it was impossible to build a giant ship across the sea on this Purple Smoke Island.

"Hahaha! The rivers and lakes are dangerous and unpredictable, Tian Bo, no wonder Lin He and they have this guess! It's all Jincheng's inconsiderate thinking, which makes the uncle worried! ”

I bowed to Tian Bo to apologize.

"I'm not worried about this, I know the character of the virtuous brother very well! In the days before the snowfall, the sea was stormy, and what my brother was really worried about was that the wind blew our sea boat to the south, hahaha! ”

Brother Lin raised his head and took a sip of the grain wine in his skin, and smiled at me.

Only then did I realize that by the forest next to the big house, the dregs where the sake brewing was brewing had been boiled, and a thick white mist was rising.

The smell of wine greeted you, and it was fascinating.

Brown rice, bacon, and wine have all been prepared, and the young and agile Fuso wild girl is accompanied, this year's Spring Festival, on this purple smoke island, it will definitely not be homesick and lonely.

Since the indigenous islanders have become conscious of their family name, the tedious ritual of daily roll call and meal distribution has come to an end on its own.

To be able to complete such a huge construction project in such a short period of time, these natives must have suffered greatly from the forced labor of quarrying and logging.

In addition, without Chunteng-kun in the middle of the translation and mediation, Brother Lin and they must have become tigers and wolves in the eyes of the wild people on the island.

Normally, there is no summons, and the male and female natives have begun to avoid us from afar.

Brother Lin told me that the newly built stone-walled wooden houses on the island are all set up according to ethnic groups, and they are called Kirishima Village, Iwagami Village, Linzhong Village, Quanbian Village, and Chiyun Village.

Each village is five miles apart, and each chooses an older and enlightened man to be the head of the clan.

I am very pleased that this new village of Fuso, which was built according to the traditional customs of the rural village community in Naman County, is very gratifying.

After a night's rest, we gathered the island's male and female natives for the last time and distributed the rice and meat they bought according to their ethnic groups as a reward for their hard work for a month.

At the same time, two rules were also set, one of which was that the daily vegetables, fruits, and sea fish required by the big house were provided by each village on a daily basis.

The other is that in the future, it is forbidden for people of the same surname to intermarry, and it is forbidden to engage in sex with men and women.

Violators were exiled to the outer islands and never allowed to return, and the patriarch was to supervise and execute the king on behalf of the king.

After Chun Teng read and translated the two island rules, all the natives of the five major village communities on Ziyan Island, under the leadership of their respective patriarchs, happily received the bacon of each family

and rice grain, helping the old and the young to return to their respective villages.

They have learned the art of cooking at home with two meals a day, and have taken another big step towards the enlightened and naturalized new Chinese people.

We have also completed more than half of the four major strategies for transforming these Fuso natives.

The rest is to teach them to build acres of land and grow rice and grain.

The rice seeds have also been brought back, and these things can be implemented when the warm snow melts after the Spring Festival and everything recovers.

The next time is a fairy-like day.

At that time, on the shore of Weishui outside Chang'an City, the art of Shanrong Ice Opera learned from Shangguan Yanxi finally came in handy.

Qin Chong and I, the pot helmet and the little girl Incas, rode a homemade skateboard every day, galloping wildly in the thick white snow of Ziyan Island, and finally found a little bit of the feeling of being young and frivolous.

Or drive down from the island's lonely peak and fly directly into the soup pool below.

Or take Brother Lin and Chunteng and go to the wooden houses of the Yanshang and Chiyun clans before stepping through the snow to have a drink with the new patriarchs.

And Lin Qing, Brother Chun, these teenagers, are like fish in water, and those Fusang girls linger in the soup pool all day long.

In this newly civilized borderless land, the fairy Lao Er can't control such a male and female love.

Perhaps for an indigenous woman who has just come out of the wilderness, the first thing that can feel the best thing in this world is the love affair with the children of her beloved.

The men on our ship were all handsome and majestic, far from being matched by the black-toothed and obscene native men of the island.

So these wild girls who first opened their love for Fusang came like moths to a fire.

It was the dry wood that met the fire, and the island of purple smoke in the middle of winter became the Garden of Eden under the teachings of Roman state Christianity.

The boy on the ship and the wild girls became Adam and Eve who stole the forbidden fruit.

After the Chinese New Year, the Kirishima family in the north of the island and the Hayashi family in the south of the island had their first marriage.

Kirishima Koyu, the eldest granddaughter of the Kirishima family, is married to Kazuo Hayanaka, the eldest grandson of the Hashinaka family.

The elder Tian Bo, as the master of ceremonies, presided over the wedding of the couple with the wedding customs of the Han family.

The whole process of hiring, betrothed, getting married, wedding, and candles in the cave room was not missed, and it was all passed through under the witness of all the indigenous islanders.

Marriage, the beginning of the ceremony.

Only after knowing that marriage is an important event in life as important as life and death, will the humanistic style of courtesy, righteousness and shame really take root in the hearts of these natives.

In the early spring of the second year of Yixi of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, the ice and snow melted on Ziyan Island.

Brother Lin and I led all our brothers and 200 Fuso islanders to spend two months digging mountains and burning forests, diverting water and building dams.

On this wild isolated island that was originally overgrown with vegetation, more than 200 acres of rice paddy fields were built to ensure harvest in drought and flood.

Then plant in April, plant in May, take care of the field, harvest in August, lick rice, keep seeds, etc., hand in hand.

After passing through an isolated island, leaving a good fate, it's time to return.

The southeast trade winds on the sea were strong, and we set sail again and rode the wind in the direction of the homeland of the Han Dynasty.

(End of chapter)

Shang and Buddha