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Under the blue sky, in the east of the Brooklyn region of Long Island, North America, lush forests surround the coastal plains or inland stream plains, presenting neat pieces of a geometric puzzle of young greens.

In the vast farm, bounded by a ditch and a hundred acres as a management unit, waves of green wheat are quietly pulling out young ears of wheat, and corn like a grove is also hanging with tender ears. In the field, a few Delaware Indian women are standing on the ridge, looking at the seemingly endless wheat waves and corn forests in front of them, full of anticipation and a kind of confusion.

The friendliness of the Chinese who have settled in the country is something that every Delaware Indian man, woman and child cannot refuse, and their unbelievably bold way of life is too much for those who have experienced thousands of years of traditional fishing and hunting to adapt. These scenes, which symbolize abundance and happiness, make a dreamlike impression on everyone who has been struggling with nature for almost the first year as they did with their ancestors.

Dama was closely accompanied by an elderly Chinese woman walking in the fields with several elders of high status in the village.

Although in the past six months, more and more young Drabe Indians have gradually learned Mandarin through their interactions with the Chinese people, there are still a number of older generations in every village who keep their distance from outsiders. Among them are the elders.

Dama had to work as a temporary interpreter, and it is said that the Chinese paid her something called "money" as a labor payment, which seemed to be the same kind of thing as the "beautiful leaves" that could be exchanged for good things. Just talking can get paid for your labor, which made Dama very nervous all night yesterday.

"Dama, tell your elders, starting tomorrow, I will arrange for a few young men to teach you to spray pesticides, although the amount is not necessarily enough, but as long as you take care of it carefully, you will have a good harvest in two months. Don't worry, I won't ask you to exchange things. ”

Aunt Hai Huifen, a member of the Manhattan Community Council Agriculture Committee, happily looked at the Indian girl next to her who was dressed like a rural girl in the 70s, and liked this child who often ran to the school in the Brooklyn Industrial Area.

After some translation, several older Indian men showed strange expressions.

Pesticide? If it's so precious, why waste it? An elder held back for a long time, but still held back. Hearing that there was no need to pay any additional for the goods, the elders present all smiled.

Before the technical upgrading of the Ministry of Chemical Industry was completed, soil pesticides and soil fertilizers became the only agricultural products that could be used in the field today.

Garlic imported from Europe is mashed and soaked and diluted 20 times, making it a very effective pesticide to prevent wheat pests and diseases. For example, tobacco leaves can be soaked or diluted after decoction, and an insecticide that can kill various pests can also be obtained.

Although the value of 1 kilogram of garlic from its place of origin to Europe and then to North America has been more than ten times or even dozens of times higher, the agricultural group still made all the garlic worth thousands of Spanish silver dollars into a local pesticide after leaving a certain amount of garlic seeds and a share for their own use. Compared to future gains, Hai Huifen will not allow this year's agricultural harvest to be discounted in order to save a little "foreign exchange".

"Ah...... Aunt. Dama struggled for a long time, but still used the more common title taught by the Chinese teacher to treat the elders, "The elder asked, is it that after three years, you will not provide these......

The so-called three years is the terms of agricultural cooperation agreed between the Manhattan Community Council and the surrounding Delaware Indian villages. In addition to their own agricultural districts, the Manhattan community will provide a variety of agricultural seeds and agricultural technicians to help the friendliest Delaware Indian villages in the surrounding area establish their own farms, which will belong to the Indians themselves, and 60% of the agricultural harvest in the next three years will go to Manhattan.

In modern times, this is almost the most shameless and insane labor exploitation and extortion in the world. The initiators are now calling for wind and rain in the European flower world on the other side of the Atlantic, but the North American Manhattan Community Council is left with a huge hidden danger that is approaching the harvest time.

The entire area of Manhattan, Staten Island, and Brooklyn on Long Island has been nominally purchased by the Manhattan Community Council through guò transactions, and as they become more and more connected, more and more Delaware Indian youth have become hired laborers and have entered the marginal areas of life and production for the Manhattan community.

In agriculture, in particular, the Manhattan community's agricultural program was limited to manpower, and in 1621 the area of self-owned arable land was limited to about 2,000 acres, but the food security plan demanded more than that. To this end, several of the best-connected Native American villages, including those of the Draare Nation, have been targeted by the Manhattan Department of Agriculture.

Dama's village, which is closest to the Brooklyn Industrial Zone, has become the most beneficiary, and the fertile raw soil has opened up more than 1,500 acres of farms, from the main crops of wheat and corn, to several North American fruits and vegetables, to potatoes, and the village with a population of less than 1,000 people was frightened by the scale of such reclamation agriculture from the beginning.

Almost all the village elders could have predicted what the crops would look like when they were ripe, and perhaps they might not have seen the crazy harvest in their dreams. However, whether these dreams can become reality or not, they will be discounted at some point, and more than half of the harvest will become Chinese.

Hai Huifen did not dare to speculate whether the Indian chiefs, who had been friendly for most of the year, would have other ideas, but even if the first year of cooperation was pleasant, it was hard to imagine that such an unfair trade would last for three years.

Although a happy future is entirely brought about by the Manhattan community, as a poor and backward tribe, will they be satisfied once they enjoy such a convenient and secure agricultural life that has never been before? Will they develop a kind of dissatisfaction after being deceived? After all, including the Manhattan community's own agricultural areas, the vast majority of employees are local Indian employees.

Such a mentality, even Aunt Hai Huifen, who is not deeply educated, has experienced it step by step in the past rural reform.

"Auntie...... Did Dama say the wrong thing...... What the elder means, are we going to buy it in the future......" The innocent Indian girl saw that the expression of the kind Chinese elder in front of her changed a little, and quickly lowered her head.

"Hehe, Auntie is thinking about how to answer you." Hai Huifen secretly wrote down this question, and planned to go back and submit it to the community committee for discussion, but now, she could only give a vague answer, "We are good friends, and in three years, we will provide more things for you to live a better life." ”

The answer was very vague, but the attitude was very sincere. The Indian elders, who had received the answer that was not an answer, all laughed.

Dama also smiled, she really liked these Chinese people who looked almost exactly like her own people, just like the beautiful Chinese female teacher in the school said, in fact, the ancestors of the village and the ancestors of the Chinese people used to come from the same village.

While everyone was enjoying the joy of the pre-harvest period, at the western end of the farm, two young men and women holding hands were walking slowly around a group of Indian children.

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Nada is now wearing a beautiful modern spring girly outfit, and the Korean version of the mid-length coat makes her already good appearance even more cute. If it weren't for the slight bulge in the lower abdomen, the image of strolling in the countryside in the wheat waves would be more like a female high school student and her classmates going on an outing.

"Husband, my dad asked someone to bring a letter saying that he not only wanted to meet you, but also planned to stay with us for a while! My mom has a surprise for you! ”

Na Da, who speaks more fluent Chinese, even though she is four months pregnant, still pulls Li Xiang's tie like a child, and walks towards the village with the children of the same clan who are frolicking around like a child king.

"Uh...... Didn't his old man always refuse to live in the community? Li Xiang was slightly stunned, and he was both afraid and grateful to this old Indian who supported him in all aspects.

"Because I want to live with my mother. There is no reason why a husband does not live with his wife. ”

Na A: I still can't understand why those Chinese families live with the man. The Delaware Indians are one of the few tribes in North America that still belong to the matrilineal society, and basically a family lives or produces around a highest-status family woman, including after the man and woman get married, the man lives in the woman's house.

"Hehe, Na Da, we Chinese people all live with our fathers or husbands...... Li Xiang has repeated these answers many times, but each time Na Da seems to forget jì.

Is Nada really forgetful? Probably not, she may be constantly hinting at herself...... Li Xiang was a little apprehensive in his heart.

"Husband, I won't force your ......" Seeing that her husband's expression changed a little, Na Da quickly changed into a cute smile and hugged the other party's waist tightly.

"Haha, we're husband and wife, what are you talking about! You can always go home and see the elderly. However, we will wait until the child is born safely! ”

As he spoke, Li Xiang picked up his little wife and strode forward, and the blushing Na Da buried her head in the young man's arms. The Indian children around them burst into louder laughter.

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Not far to the east of the farm, an Indian village in a small plain by a stream and a forest, is dotted with large and small triangular tents, and occasionally a dozen rectangular earthen huts. Smoke rises from the smoke of the stove, clay pot stands mixed with potatoes and flesh smoke from the fire, and sparse men, women and children walk slowly around the village or work in a serene and serene manner.

In an earthen house, an old, exaggeratedly dressed Indian woman sat on a central straw mat with her eyes closed and her lips squirming, as if in a personal act of prayer. Beside the old woman, an old Indian man who was also dressed in high status was also sitting, holding a cigarette in his hand.

In the smoke, the village chief, Kenraton, looked at his wife, who was the village wizard, and then turned his gaze to the path outside the earthen house.

Today was the day when Nada and her Chinese husband went back to the village, and it was a day that had been urged many times, but finally got an answer before the wizard's wife got angry.

Since Na Ta married the Chinese named Li Xiang, life in the village has changed with each passing day, not only a large number of young people from the village have been working in the factories run by the Chinese, and every month they can bring back good things that make the whole village happy, but more importantly, the foreign invasion that once threatened the village has hardly happened.

The neat and murderous hordes of warriors of the Chinese, the terrifying weapons that could roar and fire from great distances, were no match for almost any ferocious beast or brave Indian warrior.

The Chinese have fine white pottery (white porcelain), transparent pottery (glass), strange and delicious sweet water, hard and durable tools, extremely sharp arrowheads, and earthenware (bricks) that spend a lot of charcoal to burn and are extravagant enough to build a house...... Almost everything shocked the conservative old Indians.

It seemed that life was getting better and better, but Kenraton felt more and more uneasiness in his heart, and he didn't know where this uneasiness came from. After slowly looking at the qiē in the earthen house, I was stunned to find that there were Chinese things in almost every corner, could this uneasiness come from this?

Now the young laborers and even the warriors of the whole village no longer run around the forests and river beaches just to find food for the next meal. Even the rudimentary farmland and vegetable patches around the village itself are no longer tended.

Young Indian men and women poured into the factories, farms, and docks of the Chinese, taking pleasure in wearing the old clothes that the Chinese had changed, and trying to get their hands on the "pretty leaves" that were called "money."

In order to get these things that would make their lives better, they had to learn the Chinese language, and even when they returned to the village, they gathered in twos and threes to see who knew more Mandarin.

The number of young men and women participating in the monthly prayer rituals of the village shaman's wives is decreasing, and although they have not rebelled to the point of scattering, it seems that everyone is less attentive. When a hunter brought a small game of "colored leaves" into the village, the daily activities of the warriors and hunters changed from a hunting competition to playing with leaves around a small stone table.

"Daddy, Mommy! I'm back! ”

The daughter's crisp voice finally entered the earthen house through the blue mist of the cigarette. Before Kenraton could come back to his senses, the wizard's wife beside him was the first to open her eyes and jump up, hugging her daughter, who was dressed in beautiful Chinese clothes, to her side.

"Daddy, Mommy......"

Li Xiang stood at the door of the earthen house, watching his little wife being doted on by his mother-in-law, while his father-in-law was still sitting on the straw mat and looking at him motionlessly, so he quickly bowed slightly and said his greetings in Indian.

"Well, God bless you, my child, Nada seems to be living well."

Kenraton muttered the name of the god that Li Xiang still didn't understand, and finally a smile bloomed on his wrinkled face, which calmed down the anxiety in Li Xiang's heart a little.

The mother and daughter on the side were muttering quietly, and Na Da also touched her lower abdomen from time to time, and her little face was red. The witch, who had a snarky expression before, has now reverted to a loving mother, gently holding her daughter's hand and combing the other party's long silky hair.

After a while, the rest of the family entered the mud house, and a group of people sat on straw mats and ate various foods. Li Xiang, who was already accustomed to tableware, basically didn't have much appetite, but secretly took advantage of the meal to look around at the big earthen house where he had lived during the wedding.

It seems that they have become dependent on all kinds of small things produced in the industrial zone...... After Li Xiang counted it briefly, he was secretly proud in his heart.

"Hey, my mother asked you, when do you plan to go back to the village to live......" At this time, the little wife Na touched Li Xiang's arm. At this time, Nada changed into an Indian girl's outfit, the only difference from other women in the family is that Nata's long-term shampoo-moisturized hair is exceptionally smooth and black, and her skin is more red and smooth.

"Mom, work is very tight right now, I have to go to the southwest next week to visit a new village in Wèn......" Li Xiang began to get nervous again, and opposite him, the old witch woman with a wrinkled face that couldn't tell her real age was quietly looking at her.

The old woman's expression did not change, she only nodded slightly, but there was a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

"My child, the place where God is is our paradise, take care of the people around us, and God will be tolerant of us." Kenraton took the god on his back again, and handed a cigarette in his hand to Li Xiang.

Cigarettes are one of the most powerful magic weapons that Li Xiang used to bribe his father-in-law, and now in the entire village, only a few highest-ranking chief-level men and women are qualified to smoke such cigarettes that can make the whole body feel comfortable. Compared to the coarse tobacco leaves that were traded from the farther south, the feeling of smoking tobacco wrapped in "snow-white leaves" is like whispering to a god.

"Dad, it's better to smoke less cigarettes, your body is more important......"

Seeing the burnt face of the Indian father-in-law, Li Xiang suddenly remembered his parents, and couldn't help but feel a liquid flow in his eyes. Feeling a little out of shape, he quickly bowed his head slightly, but a tear still fell unstoppably on the straw mat.

Li Xiang's appearance was almost seen by the Indian couple.

"Well, you Chinese people call your wife's parents parents too, and I am surprised! I'll get used to it. The old man kindly stretched out his hand and patted Li Xiang's face, full of joy.

"Dad, you just said that Mom would surprise Li Xiang, what is it?"

At this time, after drinking the soup, Nata hugged the waist of the old Indian father, and looked back at her mother, the village witch who had never spoken much.

The old witch stood up and took a small spear from the wall not far behind her, the head of which was sharpened with a large wolf tooth.

The old witch's actions made dozens of Indian men and women in the family exclaim. Even Nada opened her mouth in surprise.

After some obscure muttering, the witch patted Li Xiang's head, then made an exaggerated arm gesture to the surrounding family members, and finally handed the wolf tooth short spear in her hand to Li Xiang.

"Na answer......" Li Xiang faintly felt that this family ritual had an extremely important meaning, but his scarce knowledge of Indian customs made him completely incomprehensible.

"Husband, mom declares that you will be the next patriarch of our family, or the future candidate for the head of this village! The next village chief, you will represent our family in the selection ......"

Na A's eyes flashed with excitement, and she was a little slurred.

I'm dizzy, I've become the next patriarch of a family in a village of the Delaware Indians? Or even the future head of the entire village who is qualified to elect the leader?!

Li Xiang held this wolf-toothed short spear that didn't know whether it was a trouble or a gain, and his heart was trembling.

"Child, I've decided, let's stay with you and see how it's different from the village......"

Kenraton calmed the surprise in the earthen hut at this time, stood up with a smile, and turned his gaze in the direction of the distant farm outside the earthen house, as if thinking of something.

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