Watching American dramas in later generations, there is such a detail in "Viking Legend", when the legendary Viking King was hunted down, he hid in a friend's place very down, and when the friend took out the food, his wife said sorry for the concern.

Sorry for eating your winter food!

Even the Vikings of the Iron Age, the winter food is still cherished like life, even if it is difficult to share with brothers, let alone the Indians who are still in the Stone Bronze Age, Mao Xingjian's proposal to share the winter food is simply a fantasy and incomprehensible for the patriarchs of the Red Deer and other mountain lion tribes!

The ideology between ethnic groups is undoubtedly revealed, and gifts cannot be given yet! In order to let the mountain lion tribe accept his gift, Mao Xingjian, who was separated by two translators, pointed and spat and spat on the stars, I don't know how much to say, so I explained clearly, relying on the advanced Central Plains irrigation agriculture he brought, in the rich land of the Snake River, the grain produced was enough to feed the Sioux, Apache tribe, and even more than a dozen tribes such as Cheyenne, Blackfoot, and Huobi.

Even Han Xiaomo was anxiously painting and gesturing her little hands, showing off her wealth and talking about how much white rice can be produced in an acre of land, so that everyone can let go of their stomachs and eat, listening to her description, including Chilu, the chiefs and wizards of several mountain lion tribes obviously showed envious looks, but after a while, something happened that made Mao Xingjian vomit blood, and the female patriarch still shook her head heavily for his proposal.

"The Great Chief of the Sioux Clan, we still can't accept it!"

It was really a little hysterical, Mao Xingjian was full of incredulity, and asked extremely sadly: "Why?" ”

At this time, the sunset had shone through the low curtain, and under some dazzling sunlight, the Indian woman's originally heroic face seemed extraordinarily quiet at this moment, but it was extraordinarily serious.

"Alms are the most expensive things, accept alms, and when you pay them back, I will give you back your blood and life, I owe you a life, when you need it, I will work hard for you, but as the patriarch, I can't let the whole clan owe you!"

Often the free stuff is the most expensive, and the people who are willing to eat the food that comes to them are not eaten! This is the truth summed up by the ancient sage of Huaxia, Mao Xingjian didn't expect that he was actually educated by a woman he regarded as a barbarian, listening to the translation, his brilliant and handsome face was incredibly stunned.

Although this plan of food temptation didn't work, but after being sluggish for a while, Mao Xingjian himself laughed again, isn't this kind of gentlemanly friendship exactly what he has always dreamed of?

"How about we do it another way? I will not let you accept handouts in vain, I will give you enough food for the mountain lion tribe to survive the winter, but your mountain lion tribe will help me persuade the other tribes of the Apache, as well as as many tribes from the south to the north, accept the assistance of the Sioux people, and start spring ploughing on the south bank of the snake river next year! ”

"What's in it for you?"

Staring at Mao Xingjian's eyes, the matriarch is still full of seriousness and vigilance, there is no free lunch in the world, it seems that Mao Xingjian's proposal is very beautiful, but if she doesn't figure out the price, she won't let go!

Now that Mao Xingjian has learned, if you want to deal with these primitive and selfish Indians who don't even know how to trick up, you have to use this straightforward way, so he also said it without concealment.

"First of all, the war was avoided, and many people could die less, as I just said, every living Sioux person can cultivate enough food for a dozen people to eat, and every person who dies is a great loss for me."

These words were very convincing, listening to the translation, the patriarchs of the clan behind couldn't help but nod, but these didn't seem to be enough for Chilu, and her big brown eyes were still staring at Mao Xingjian's face.

"I will not help you in vain, the three gods of corn, rice and wheat that I represent, you have accepted my aid, and after the autumn harvest, all the departments will offer thirty percent of the harvest to the three gods of corn! As a sacrifice! ”

"I am in charge of this grain, and the more people who cultivate the church, the more harvest there will be in the autumn, and with this surplus grain, I can go north to my kindred, the merchants of the Ming Dynasty, in exchange for wealth, such as this kind of gold, silver, beautiful and thick clothes, and more delicious food."

A piece of shiny gold swirled in circles between Mao Xingjian's fingers, and the women seemed to belong to the dragon, this thing made Chilu's eyes obviously brighten, and it seemed that he had finally impressed this stubborn matriarch, Mao Xingjian hurriedly struck while the iron was hot, and continued to negotiate in a hurry.

"You don't lose money in this exchange, you can plow the fields in spring and autumn every year, and you can continue to hunt according to your tradition in summer and winter, and with the autumn harvest, you don't have to worry about starving and freezing in winter, and many people will die, this is a win-win ending!"

In view of the fact that Chilu was not a food just now, this time, Mao Xingjian also bowed heavily with great sincerity.

"Say yes! Please! “

To be honest, even if it is said in another way, Mao Xingjian's strategy to implement has not changed, just like taming dogs and falcons to use food to wear out the wildness of these Indians, so that after they are full, they will actively integrate into the mainstream social life of the Ming people, the only change is that the mountain lion tribe passively accepted help from the beginning, passively helped Mao Xingjian implement this plan, and now accepted remuneration, and also paid the price clearly, and took the initiative to help this plan.

Chilu was visibly moved.

At this time, regardless of the tribe, the Indians practiced the clan democracy, and it is said that the political system of the United States in later generations was also influenced by these Indians, and the federal system was formed in later generations.

Listening to their whispered discussions, Mao Xingjian was not in a hurry, just sat and waited quietly.

After talking for a few minutes, it seemed that they had also experienced a quarrel, the two clan patriarchs were full of worries, and the rest of the people lowered their heads silently, just after Mao Xingjian thought that there was a result of the discussion, Chilu suddenly turned around, and the flint knife he carried pierced into the pot, and the sharp stone blade easily cut into the meat, shaved off the leg that he didn't know what he didn't know, and carried the bones that had been exposed, and the matriarch handed the leg broth to Mao Xingjian with both hands.

To be honest, it's not all game delicious, I don't know if it's raccoon or rodent meat, it's just boiled in plain water, the fishy smell is very unpleasant, but this action couldn't be more obvious, endure the nausea, Mao Xingjian's scalp was numb and took the animal's leg, and he grabbed the next piece and ate it into his mouth.

Fortunately, just when he was stubborn and forced to endure the nausea and was about to take a second bite, Su Yu on the side hurriedly snatched it down, stretched out his hand and returned it to Chilu, but it was not as reluctant as him, the matriarch naturally tore off a piece of meat to swallow, and finally threw the remaining meat and bones into the flames, and with the crackling of the fire, the alliance between Mao Xingjian and the mountain lion tribe was concluded in this way.

Today seems to have become a lucky day for the mountain lion tribe, the conditions have been negotiated, the patriarch of several clans, the old wizard of the tribe has walked out of the big tent used by the council, under their shouting and shouting orders, the originally full of fear and timidity of the mountain lion tribe tribesmen one by one trembling to the Snake City sailors gathered in the mountain pass.

Dongfang Meng was still a little distressed before putting down the basket, just opened, a hairy boy was already frightened but looking forward to grabbing a large handful of rice out, holding it in his arms and turning his head to run, already hungry and cold, with this lead, thousands of people from the huge tribe crowded over, a pair of dry hands stretched out to the rice bucket, a bucket of rice in the scramble was empty in a blink of an eye, and then Dongfang Meng was helpless to open another bucket.

In the evening, the long-lost cooking smoke finally floated in the tents, and the air was filled with the smell of long-lost rice, through the cowhide tents, you can see the people in the house, gobbling up the pot, it is too difficult to feed a tribe just by hunting, no wonder the Cheyenne people and other tribes launched such a reckless attack, even if so many people died at one time, they were crushed into stumps and broken arms under the overwhelming herd of bison, and they still want to continue fighting! It is survival that forces these tribes to fight until they forget to die.

It's like the Ming Dynasty, where the land was annexed to the extreme.

Maybe this is the balance of nature, when the natural environment is enough to feed the remnants, and when the New World will not be blood-stained with swords, right?

But at this time, Mao Xingjian, the law of balance of nature, did not see it, all he saw was the scenery in front of him, the emaciated arms, the withered face, the exhausted old people and children, and after eating in the tent, people showed a little bit of long-lost satisfaction and relaxation!

Just a little food, just a little food! It's enough to feed them! Why do you have to fight to the death?

Mao Jue is not a good father, and Mao Xingjian does not agree with him, but in so many conversations, Mao Jue still remembers a few words the most, one of which is from Mao Jue said that he once watched a movie called Sea King.

What is greater than the king?

Hero!

The king fights only for his kingdom! And heroes, fight for all!

This is in line with the Confucian idea of governing the world with great harmony! Educate the Quartet, the world is for the public, looking at the changes caused by the mountain lion tribe because of his arrival, at this moment, Mao Xingjian felt that he was a hero!

Now there is less Song Yongzhong, who is always disappointed, but there is an extra matriarch, Mao Xingjian is feeling good about himself, her words that she doesn't understand but have a little magical taste suddenly sounded in her ears again, turned around, and changed into a big Indian cloak that seemed to be more wide, with a large Indian cloak embroidered with the sun and mountain eagles on her back, Chilu was holding a heavy Spaniard steel broken spear in her hand, and was hurriedly saying these things to herself.

"Prince, the Red Deer Patriarch said to leave now and arrive at Weiling, the gathering place of the Apache Tribe, before dawn tomorrow!"

Su Yu's translation didn't make Mao Xingjian pay more attention, but his attention was on the back of Chilu, more than twenty hunters from the mountain lion tribe that he met during today's hunting were assembled, each holding a steel weapon captured from the Spaniards, and some even wore a piece of metal plate armor on their bodies.

"Didn't we go out to negotiate? Is it necessary to bring so many people? ”

couldn't help but Mao Xingjian wandered to Chilu's side, and asked in amazement, Su Yu also tried his best to translate, but Chilu didn't answer this sentence, just took off the crown of feathers made of mountain eagle black feathers on his head, and handed it to another Indian man in the tribe whose face was full of vicissitudes and wind and frost, and was about forty years old, and immediately took the spear in a hurry, and trotted towards the dark mountain in the night.

Touching a soft nail, Mao Xingjian rubbed his nose that seemed to be a lot taller, and then he also followed and pulled a bullock, and trotted in the night.

(End of chapter)