Compared with the monotonous plains of the East Coast, the West Coast of America is a huge geological museum, with towering mountains, rushing rivers, bag-like mountains, and steep plateaus, spacious and magnificent basins, and endless deserts.

While Mao Xingjian was leading his immigrants to build their homes diligently, another group of people worked tirelessly, trekking hundreds of kilometers away, climbing mountains and lying in the snow.

New World Expedition Troopers!

It was said to be cavalry, but the accompanying horses had already fallen in an unknown accident, leaving only three infantry with burdens.

In front of you, there is a vast desert as far as the eye can see.

"Whew~Whew~ Head, it's over! Let's go back! At the very least, go back to Outpost 25 and get a few horses! ”

Exhausted and panting, the expedition cavalry Lambi spoke as he looked south, beads of sweat rolling down his swarthy forehead like a stream.

Behind him, holding a leather bag, he tried his best to pour it into his mouth, but at the mouth of the skin, only a few drops of water slowly dripped on his lips full of cracks, and he was also panting, and he hung the skin bag back on his waist in a daze, Song Yongzhong raised the telescope violently and looked south.

As far as the eye can see, the large sand dunes are undulating and the waves are blowing with the strong wind, and the sand and gravel are flying all over the sky.

Speaking of which, the colonists of the New World of Daming are lucky, the Xiaoice period is a global natural disaster, causing a brutal thirty-year war in Europe, in Asia, the Daming Dynasty collapsed, in this North America, even the Indians can not withstand a cold winter of a year, the seven major Indian races on the west coast of the Americas, dozens of hundreds of tribes of all sizes stay in the relatively warm south for a lot more than in the north, so until now, Mao Xingjian has not come into contact with any big tribes.

The only known tribe now is the Suliman tribe of the Sioux people, that is, the tribe from which Suluktata was born, the shape of the Snake River Plain is like a huge banana, the area of the No. 22 outpost where Mao Xingjian moved is located at the tail of the banana, which is the coldest side, and the Suliman tribe and other Sioux tribes are at the head of the banana, near the Snake Eye Lake, and the distance between the two is about 200 kilometers.

As for the son of the tribal chief of Suluktata, it was a complete accident, in order to complete the coming-of-age ceremony, he followed several young people in the tribe to track down a bull king, along the river to the north, but on the day of his death, Mao Xingjian ordered a hunt, and the wild cattle herd trampled almost all of his group into meat cakes, so he ran faster and escaped from life.

The Sioux tribe, the New World expedition team has been in contact for a while, although they are also civilized and backward, but they are also a half-farming and half-nomadic tribe, so they don't say that they will pull out knives.

But it's different in front of you, the Cheyenne, the Apaches, the Zuni, the Comanches, these names from the mouth of the Soviets, even among the Indians, are known for their ferocity and good warfare, these tribes have been hunting in the Great Basin, between the Grand Canyon of Colorado all year round, and have also attacked the Inca Empire in the south, sweeping away the coastal strongholds of the Spaniards, it has been three years since they went south, the longer the time, the greater the chance that these tribes will go north again, which is why Song Yongzhong is so jealous.

Fortunately, the telescope looked over, and in addition to the strong wind mixed with salt grains in the desert of the Great Salt Lake, after walking for a few days, there was still no trace of the settlement, and in another month, when the weather cooled down, it would be impossible for these tribes to continue to migrate north!

Putting away the binoculars, in the expectation of the two deputies, Song Yongzhong finally nodded.

"Let's go to the Rock River to get some water and find something to eat, and then, go back to Outpost 25!"

"Okay head!"

These words were like being pardoned, grabbing the burden thrown on the ground, the two boys slid down from the sand dunes under their feet with joy, looking at them, Song Yongzhong couldn't help but shake his head helplessly, habitually glanced back, and then prepared to follow.

But at this glance, he couldn't walk, in the incomparably wide gray sky, some chaotic black dots suddenly came into his eyes, faintly, there were some ugly cries in his ears, he had been in the New World for two years, and he already knew about this phenomenon, hovering vultures, and below, death!

After a few glances, Song Yongzhong waved violently to the two deputies who had already slipped under the sand dune and were waiting for him.

Half an hour later, the three of them had climbed the largest sand dune in front of them, and looked down against the overwhelming yellow sand on the dune.

On the edge of this spectacular sandy area is a large sparkling stretch of water, which is the last remnant of the North American Mediterranean Sea 65 million years ago, the Great Salt Lake, and the famous Salt Lake City is on the other side of this lake.

But what is there in the future, Song Yongzhong can't think of it and doesn't have the heart to think about it, his attention is completely under his feet at this time, a few puffs of green smoke are steaming up against the sky, and several fires are burning below, by the fire, the corpses of four North American bison are hoisted, these are the targets coveted by the vultures above their heads, and at this time they are enjoying them are some North American natives wearing animal skin clothes, wearing animal skin hats, and two extraordinarily long braids hanging down.

Just when Song Yongzhong's telescope was looking hard, a native chief with two horns of bison on his head and a wooden spear in his hand suddenly looked back with a feeling, the advantage of technology was reflected here, in his eyes, the sand dunes in the distance were just a small black dot.

At this time, Song Yongzhong had already put away the binoculars, turned over and hid back to the other side of the dune, pinching the cold telescope tube blown by the wind and sand, he couldn't help but shake his head heavily.

"Cheyenne!"

At this time, although there is only a small tribe and a population of a few hundred, this is a sign that several Indian tribes that have gone south to escape the cold have moved north again!

"Let's go back, we have to hurry!"

..........

While Song Yongzhong was eating the sand in the wilderness, Mao Xingjian sat comfortably on the second floor of the newly built hall of his prince's yamen, looking down at his small kingdom.

This is definitely a copy of any northern county town of the Ming Dynasty, his yamen is located at the northeast end, sitting north and facing south, behind him is the towering Rocky Mountains, under the view of the prince's yamen, the whole snake city is like a huge chessboard, more neat than the fishy Haizi Port, rows of two-story small buildings densely packed in the city, a total of more than 830 households relocated, so it is also more than 830 houses.

The two houses lean together, the house is the most common adobe house in the Ming Dynasty, the interior is supported by strong primeval forest planks, and then rammed earth with triple soil into a wall, the entire roof and the internal building are all wood, and even the roof, the tiles covered on the insulation straw are also wood, who makes this group of mountains, is more wood!

There is a garden in front of and behind the house, and you can give full play to the strongest skills of the Chinese and grow vegetables! Then one by one, one by one, the entire Snake City has eight interlaced streets that extend in all directions.

However, at this time, the snake city was still a semi-finished product, the streets had only been trampled by immigrants, the bricks had not been rammed, and the most important city wall of the city had not yet been built.

However, at this time, the progress of the construction of the city came to a standstill again.

The rice is ripe!

Under the sweet irrigation of the Snake River, after more than four months of sun and rain, the first batch of rice crops in the New World has fully stretched its body, and pulled out heavy ears, from the original vigorous green, to a golden, gratifying gold!

Once again, it's farming season!

Just when Mao Xingjian was basking in the sunset and looking at the golden rice fields under the hillside, a burst of laughter like silver bells came from under his feet.

"!! after school"

"Goodbye, teacher, goodbye, His Royal Highness the Prince!"

Carrying a small schoolbag, more than 200 children, no matter which ethnic group, all ran back with a smile in the standard northern official dialect, and some waved their little hands back, saying hello, looking at the scene in front of them, even if Mao Xingjian, who was cold, couldn't help but show a smile on his face, waving his hand and saying hello.

At that time, Confucius's highest ideal was to have education without class, he realized the ideal that Mao Jue did not realize, in his own jurisdiction to popularize compulsory education, all the children of immigrants got him the prince's private school to study, in order to encourage enthusiasm, he Mao Xingjian also managed the children's three meals.

To be honest, this benefit is not of much significance now, after all, the staple food eaten in the entire immigrant town is still sent by Chen Jiao for Mao Xingjian, but with the autumn harvest is imminent, after the autumn harvest, this kind of free supply of three meals has come to an end, and each family needs to eat their own rice, so the significance of reducing the burden is obvious.

However, just when Mao Xingjian was intoxicated with his masterpiece, there was a rapid shout downstairs.

"Prince! Prince! ”

Sweating hotly, the leader of the sailors of the Black Pearl, who can also be regarded as Mao Xingjian's guard captain Dongfang Meng, actually gasped and rushed in from the gate of the prince's yamen, and shouted loudly at Mao Xingjian, who was standing upstairs.

"Something's wrong, Prince! On the edge of Dongtan, it seems that a group of natives suddenly appeared and robbed our cattle, Zhao Lao Da and Jin Lao Liu, and led people to fight with them!! ”

"Turen?"

Hearing this, Mao Xingjian's heart tightened, but he became excited again, coming to this new world, in addition to Sulukta, this is the second time he has heard the news of the locals, carrying a wide robe, Mao Xingjian is hurried downstairs, while shouting loudly.

"Gather the guards, and go alone!"

(End of chapter)