Compared with two years ago, when Mao Xingjian just drove to the Rocky Mountain and the United States in the future, the shabby of the entire Governor's Mansion can really be described as wealthy, a total of twenty carts, each car is two tame North American bullocks to pull the cart, the car is loaded with a newly fired large pottery urn, the urn is full of grain, a lot of new wheat has only recently been beaten, the last car is the heaviest, the outer wrapped cowhide wheels are pressed out of the soft meadow two deep marks.

These are all buds from last year, and this year's first pot of bud shochu.

Without Chilu being an eyesore here, Han Xiaomo sat triumphantly on the ox cart, with a slender leg still dangling on the side of the car.

This time it was not Mao Xingjian's loser who took out the grain from the granary of the Governor's Mansion and sent it for free, all of it was beaten down from Han Jin's farmland, and the trip to Apache made Mao Xingjian understand that these Indians have strong self-esteem, and when they can rely on themselves, they will never accept other people's charity, if he is not old with Chilu, the prince has attribute bonuses to women, and he may not be able to send them out on his last trip.

What's more, in fact, the six tribes in the north are really not as poor as Mao Xingjian imagined! They really confirmed Mozi's theory that the cold is not suitable for clothing and hunger, don't look at the last meal and the next meal, before competing with the Aztec Empire, which ruled Central America, and then went to plunder the Spanish plantations that replaced them, and the six departments in the north really have a lot of treasures at hand.

Like cups made of silver, kettles inlaid with precious stones, and Aztec gold coins, masks made of various gold, accessories, bird heads, beast statues, these treasures, several tribes as trophies are really a lot, not to mention the artistic value of these precious metals, just the weight of the gold of the Apache tribe, there must be a hundred or dozens of kilograms.

There are more than 17,000 people in the Apache Division, and the price of gold is almost more than 300 yuan a gram, on average, a person has 1,800 yuan in his hand, and then converted into three or four yuan of rice, a person can have more than 500 catties, five stones of grain, enough to eat for two years.

That's not counting the more abundant silver and rare emeralds and diamonds, and the large number of beast furs they hunt are also particularly sought-after, if they were in the Ming Dynasty, these people would have made a fortune long ago, and the Apache people are the typical type of starvation with tickets.

The other tribes are similar.

To tell the truth, Mao Xingjian is the most important farmer and suppresses business, but now, in order to take care of the stinky temper of the southern tribe and stabilize the situation, he, the prince, can only deign to take the initiative to be a businessman and a second-class dealer this time, Mao Jue wants him to learn the compromise most, and unconsciously, Mao Xingjian has been forced to learn.

It's good to have the inner ghost of the Apache Department, under the leadership of a few guides sent by Chilu, the caravan and his party easily found the largest Cheyenne Department, which was almost exactly the same as the Apache Department, and the outermost part of the caravan was stopped by the clan hunting team in charge of hunting, and then the group was taken to the tribe's settlement.

This is only this time, Mao Xingjian saw something different, the Cheyenne Department is actually much more advanced than the Apache Department, and there are more than 5,000 people living in a large camp on the camp, you must know that there is no supply of agriculture and animal husbandry, and it is already quite difficult for the mountain lion tribe Chilu to feed less than 2,000 people on a piece of territory, the old man and the child are hungry and yellow-skinned, and they can gather so many people, and the hunting efficiency of the main tribe of Cheyenne is quite high.

In addition, there are also fences made of wood around to prevent wild beasts from attacking, and inside the camp, simple houses are also built of wood, although compared with the houses carefully built by the Daming wood craftsmen brought by Mao Xingjian, it is still 108,000 miles away, but it is also much better than those Apache who only live in tents made of cowhides.

Not long after the caravan entered the camp, there was a sound of rattling and rattling, and a dozen Cheyenne warriors with tall feathered crowns on their heads returned on Western war horses with great vigour, and the hunters behind them dragged a stretcher made of wood, and it was actually a brown bear that was almost a ton old.

The bear didn't have too many wounds on his body, only a few holes in his head, even if he hadn't played with the gun too much, Mao Xingjian knew that it must be a gun hole.

It seems that the Cheyenne's military strength was superior to that of the Apaches.

Fortunately, thanks to Mao Xingjian's righteous act of releasing the captives, many of the Cheyenne people were also released, and they did not embarrass the prince, but directly brought him and Han Jinnong, Han Xiaomo and his party to a large tent of elders built of wood and covered with cowhide.

This chief of the Cheyenne tribe is the big horn of the Huangsha tribe, and the Indians are really as good as their name, they don't wear a feather crown, and the chief's head is directly half a cow skull connected to two extraordinarily large horns, and he is tied to his fine and messy hair with cow tendons, looking at his face, this chief should be fifty or sixty years old, and it is also the kind of square face common to Indian warriors, with wrinkles on his face, and even a scar from his right face directly to the corner of his mouth, which adds a bit of hideous look to this patriarch.

The crown prince has attribute bonuses for women, but not for men, the big chief is suppressed his anger and roared extremely irritablely.

"Cowardly Sioux people, what are you doing in the territory of our Cheyenne people?"

In the entire North American region, there are more than one million Indians, but there are more than 30 languages, but between languages, pronunciation and meaning are similar, and the interval between the two is somewhat similar to dialects.

"First of all, this territory under your feet belongs to the Sioux people! The cowardly and insignificant Su people in your mouth have just beaten you at the mouth of the Snake River, and secondly, this time, Lone is the representative of the three gods of corn to save you! ”

As soon as these words came out, a group of Cheyenne chieftains and wizards buzzed into a mess, many people were quite annoyed and angry, but there were also many people who showed panic, and there were even people here who were begged for eggs by the Su people according to the gourd painting, and the power of thousands of cattle to charge together was indeed terrifying.

After arguing for a few words, Dajiao stood up directly in annoyance, pointed at Mao Xingjian's nose and roared.

"The Cheyenne Ministry is the master of this hunting ground, or it won't be long before the Cheyenne Ministry will make a comeback and return the kindness and cruelty of the Sioux people to the Cheyenne people, and we will also castrate half of your warriors, put nose rings on the noses of half women, and then expel you from this land! Take your cowardly corn god and go back to the Sioux tribe!"

Let's click~

Didn't answer his irritability, Mao Xingjian only made a small move, but it quieted down the chiefs of the entire Cheyenne Department, and the kerosene lighter, which had already made meritorious contributions several times, jumped with dazzling small flames in his hand, which was exceptionally bright in the dim elder's tent, and his eyes were staring at the tap fire, and the eyes of those rough and manic hunters were straight.

The wizards of his own tribe who claim to be able to communicate with the dead and summon heavy rain and wild sand do not have the ability to conjure fire out of thin air with one hand, and a pair of eyes, as if they have been hypnotized, beat with the fire in Mao Xingjian's hand.

With a click, the lighter was extinguished by Mao Xingjian again, and as soon as the light was extinguished, the fascinated Cheyenne patriarchs were also like being awakened, and they couldn't help but tremble, and this hand shook the entire aura, shaking the lighter in his hand, Mao Xingjian snorted proudly.

"Don't talk too much, Great Horn Chief! You and the Apache have not crossed our Snake River, and now that the Apache have joined the Sioux alliance, how sure are you that you can defeat the Sioux? And now the autumn prey is still abundant, once it is winter, the sky is cold and the ground is freezing, and everything is cultivated, how much prey can you have to satisfy your hunger, even if you have prey, what about the black-footed people? What about the Shoshone and the Zuni? If the Sioux provide them with food for the winter, do you think they will lean on the side of our Sioux people, like the Apache Ministry! ”

Pulling the Apache tribe into the alliance is indeed a clever move, which tears through the fragile alliance between the southern tribes, and the strength of the other also makes Mao Xingjian more confident in renegotiating, sure enough, listening to his sneer, the big horn that is as thick as a bear is actually dumbfounded for a while, and after a while, the other Cheyenne clan patriarchs once again launched a fierce discussion.

For a long time, this time the big horn did not speak again, and the one who spoke out to negotiate was replaced by a rattlesnake similar to the chief of the Sioux arbitration and the great wizard of the Huangsha tribe, worthy of being called a rattlesnake, this is almost fifty years old, and the old wizard whose entire head is covered under the black robe The voice was harsh like the molt on the tail of a rattlesnake, and it reached Mao Xingjian's ears unpleasantly.

"The wizard from the Sioux tribe, what conditions do the Sioux want you to bring? Let the Cheyennes get out of the Snake River? ”

"No, on the contrary, the Sioux welcome the Cheyenne people to settle down in the Snake River, the only requirement, in spring and autumn, the Cheyenne people also need to cultivate corn, rice and wheat like the Sioux, and hand over thirty percent of the harvest to the messenger of the three gods of corn, that is, me, and the rest, you can enjoy it yourself!"

"You want us to turn our backs on the Hunter?"

The voice suddenly became a little sharper, but Mao Xingjian shook his head when he heard it.

"How the Cheyenne people sacrifice to the god of hunting, the Sioux people don't care, and even you don't need to have respect for the three gods of corn, all the Sioux people need is your offerings, every summer and winter, you can still hunt, and this winter, the Sioux people will also provide you with food until the end of spring ploughing next year."

"This winter, you don't need to starve anyone to death!"

At this point, Mao Xingjian had already stood up in a chic manner, clapping his hands lightly, and said indifferently.

"You don't have to give an answer immediately, there are nearly two months before the snow falls, you can slowly consider whether it is better to pay half of your time in exchange for food and clothing throughout the year, or to pay half the price of the population and be driven out of the Snake River Plain by the Sioux!"

At the end of the words, the prince had already gone out in a dashing manner, leaving a group of tribal patriarchs of the Cheyenne people with their heads bowed and whispering about it, but what Mao Xingjian didn't notice was that the black eyes of this group of people were mixed with a pair of blue eyes, and the beating pupils were full of excitement......

(End of chapter)