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Without even thinking about it, his eyes were still fixed on the farmers who were threshing grains, Mao Xingjian replied as a matter of course.

Once again, the Indian man lowered his head in contemplation, chewing on the loyalty and righteousness, and on the other hand, pinched his chin and looked at the piles of rice. Pat thighs.

"Nangong Bingwen! Go to the cattle pen and send fifty cows, and then send fifty baskets of rice. Dongfang Meng, go gather the guards!"

Patting the dust on his hands and standing up, tilting his head, the crown prince, who was just lamenting that people's hearts are not in the past, actually grinned a shrewd and treacherous smile, and hummed with a sinister smile.

"Gu! Go out and give gifts too!!!"

Chapter 783. The Teachings of the Witch in the Prince Chapter

Although primitive, the Indian civilization can be called civilized. Naturally, it still has a certain cultural heritage in it. It doesn’t mean that you can visit it by visiting. Besides, Mao Xingjian is also from Ming Dynasty. What did Ming rely on to dominate East Asia? Not just powerful force , and one more thing that is particularly famous is the gold-lettered signboard of the four characters of the state of etiquette.

Although the number plate of this state of etiquette was a little bit broken when Mao Jue arrived, he could hit whoever he wanted, and fuck anyone who didn't like him!But at least Mao Xingjian was still proud of this state of etiquette. He wanted to establish a good relationship with the Su people's Lakta tribe. Mao Xingjian sent envoys first, bringing ten cows and ten baskets of rice as a meeting gift.

It seems that this tribe moved very close to Snake City. This Dongfang Meng came out with Mao Xingjian's gift and Su Yu's tinkering. I don't know the meaning. He returned with three Sioux Indians, and they accepted Mao Xingjian's request for a visit.

He had too many thoughts about the natives of the New World. Early the next morning, Mao Xingjian drove the remaining [-] cows and [-] baskets of rice, which were selected as gifts, with Su Yu, Han Xiaomo, and Dongfang Meng. Several important subordinates of Chen Zao and twenty or so black pearl sailors marched mightily towards the Lakta tribe of the Su people.

At this time, most of the North American Indians lived in the primary stage of slash-and-burn farming in the primitive society. They sowed corn seeds in one place and lived temporarily. Then the women divided the labor to collect, and the men went out to hunt and support their families. Once the fertility of this piece of land is exhausted, they will change it without hesitation, but in general, each tribe still has its own area of ​​activity, just like the Sioux tribe, either in the Snake River Plain, or across the Rocky Mountains, Wandering around the Missouri River, the Sioux at this time is generally in a trend of migrating westward.

The Lakta tribe is really not far from Snake City, only about fifty miles away, and they arrived in the morning on a bull ride. They just abandoned their previous residence and moved to this sheltered canyon with the corn they collected to prepare for the winter. The arrival of the honorable "Prince of the Niu Tribe" is obviously a big event for the Lakta tribe. Most members of a tribe have all sent out to welcome them.

This can be considered a big part. There are more than 1000 Su people who came out to greet them. The front one is a strong man with a wooden spear and wearing animal skin. One of the characteristics is that he is standing in the front. He must be wearing a feather crown on his head. , and the higher the front, the more eagle feathers they wear, which should be a social status symbol of the Su people.

But not all the people standing in front are men, only half a step behind the men, more than 30 years old women are also covered with animal skins, but on the shoulders are wearing colorful linen shawls, the exquisite patterns on them even Mao Xingjian can bear I couldn't help but take a second look.

Unlike the Ming Dynasty, the social status of Indian women is not lower than that of men, and they are even in a matrilineal society on the coastal plains of the east coast and the vast central plains. The social status of farming women is much higher than that of hunting men, and the west coast has just adopted In the stage of patriarchal society, many tribes still have experienced women as wizards, so Su Yu recognized Han Xiaomo as a young great wizard.

I didn’t ride a horse today, mainly because I didn’t want to express a domineering attitude, but riding a huge American bison seems to be more bluffing than riding a horse. Seeing a group of people coming on the cows, the Su people who came out to welcome them were obviously very angry. There was a slight commotion, seeing this scene, Mao Xingjian simply jumped off the cow and led the team over on foot.

Then I felt a little embarrassed. Looking at the leader of the other party, who had a particularly big nose, a straight and honest face, but was full of wind and frost, Mao Xingjian didn't know how to say hello to the Soviet leader who was wearing eagle feathers on his head. Putting his hands together, he howled wolves at the sky for a while, then put down the wooden spear, stretched his hands and bowed to the ground like doing exercises, but this set of movements was really a bit embarrassing for Mao Xingjian.

"Son of the Lord of the Thousand Bulls, this is a meeting ceremony for the leaders of the Su people. Putting down the spear represents peace and friendship, and you can follow the etiquette of your own tribe for the rest, there is no coercion."

Fortunately, there was Su Yu, the inner ghost. Listening to his explanation, Mao Xingjian felt relieved, and untied the trumpet shotgun from his waist, put it on the ground, and followed him with a slight bow. Immediately afterwards, Su Yu This guy explained for a while, probably bragging for him, saying that this bow is the highest respect of the cattle department. Hearing his explanation, a group of Sioux leaders showed smiles on their hard faces.

This trip can be regarded as the two "tribes" initially reaching a peace agreement, and the atmosphere has also eased. The chiefs and chiefs with embroidered feather crowns in the front surrounded Mao Xingjian into the valley, and the tribe members behind were without elders and parents. Their coercion has become looser, and today, it is the second time they have seen these ferocious and powerful North American bison being driven so obediently in the hands of humans. It retracted like lightning, and the little girl jumped up and down excitedly.

After exercising with Mao Xing, the sailors couldn't keep their eyes closed, and they were still in the primitive consciousness. Many fit and strong Indian girls showed their upper bodies, and they were not ashamed of it. This scene made Han Xiaomo's face flush, Angrily, he stepped on Su Yu's instep, and the small leather boots made of cowhide made him grin his teeth, but his face was stunned, and he didn't know why the "witch" got angry again.

Compared with his low-interest and vulgar subordinates, Mao Xingjian, the prince, is obviously much more noble, and his eyes are more on the valley.

The housing architecture of the Su people is more similar to that of the Mongols, and much worse than their relatives in South America and Central America. Small houses supported by cowhide are erected on both sides of the valley like big mushrooms. The bigger the house, the higher the social status. But here, the second generation of officials like Mao Xingjian is obviously inseparable. Even if the son of a tribal chief is worthless and cowardly, he can only live in a calfskin house or even freeze it outside. The social status of male members depends entirely on Acquired by his own bravery and hunting skills.

In the middle of the canyon, there is an open space. What is interesting is that the ten bison sent yesterday actually enjoyed god-level treatment, and were tied to a big fire in the center of the tribe, surrounded by corn offerings. Meat, leather feathers, and even a few elderly Indian men and women kept kowtowing.

Looking back at more cattle being brought over, these elderly priests showed even more amazed expressions.

The sailors brought their cattle and stayed in the open space full of totem poles. Mao Xingjian, Chen Zao, Su Yu, and Han Xiaomo were invited into the largest cowhide tent next to the open space.

Entering here, Mao Xingjian was depressed to find that these Indians were really uneducated. The crystal clear milled rice they sent yesterday were actually regarded as decorations by them and scattered around the tent.

He could still hold back, but Han Xiaomo, a prairie girl, couldn't help it after seeing it. She shouted angrily and astonished, "Why are you wasting food?"

"Xiaomo!"

This was on someone else's territory, and Mao Xingjian hurriedly opened his mouth to scold her back. Who knew that Su Yu, a ungrateful guy, had already translated it first, and this guy gave Han Xiaomo a high praise.

"My lord witch, who has the magic power of cutting off the balls and making the mighty bulls surrender, blames you, why waste food?"

Indians’ belief in witchcraft is far beyond Mao Xingjian’s imagination. Not to mention modern times, in the [-]th century, the Sioux people were killed by Americans in the Wounded Knee Massacre, because a prophet named Wauka predicted that All Indians should dance the ghost dance to awaken the spirits of their ancestors, let the buffalo return to the land of North America, and make the white people disappear, and they should wear ghost clothes to achieve invulnerability.

It’s quite a bit of magic, the spirit of the Boxers, and the result is as tragic as the Boxers. During the suppression of the US imperialists, these Indians wearing ghost clothes given by the wizard thought they were invulnerable, and then rushed towards the guns and bayonets without fear. Going up, most of the tribes were almost slaughtered in the Wounded Knee Valley in the end, because the tragic scene of them kneeling on the ground one after another, as if they were injured knees and could not move forward, so this place was named so.

Hearing the "Witch" getting angry, a group of elders and chiefs of the Lakta tribe, even a few old wizards and old witches in the tribe, panicked, and communicated with each other in Su language in a low voice. Only then did the chief with the most eagle feathers answer tremblingly.

"Honorable egg-cutting priestess, it's not that we wasted food. God didn't give us this food, so we didn't know it was food. Please forgive me, Mrs. egg-cutting witch."

Fortunately, Su Yu didn't translate this title, otherwise, it is estimated that the witch will never forgive them.I don't even know rice!Listening to Su Yu's explanation, this girl with a simple mind and a straightforward heart widened her eyes in disbelief, then shook her head full of pity, and followed Han Xiaomo to roll up her sleeves.

"It's so pitiful! I haven't even eaten rice! Let me teach you!"

There happened to be a clay pot in the tent, and hot water was gurgling on the fire. He took a handful from the rice bowl, and under the wide-eyed gaze of the native Indians, Han Xiaomo sprinkled it into the pot. Then he took the big spoon and gurgled and messed around. Mao Xingjian opened his mouth to say something, but he looked at her and kept quiet for some reason.

It is estimated that this is the brightest moment in Han Xiaomo's cooking career. Everyone in the room, including the prince of the Ming Empire, stared at her cooking porridge. He started to sing, and while stirring the porridge pot, he hummed a prairie tune in Mongolian. The melodious and mysterious singing sound, to a group of Indians, was like reciting a spell, and they were even more focused on it with trepidation.

After more than 20 minutes of silence, the fragrant smell of the good rice porridge still lingered in the entire cowhide tent. The sweet smell made the tribal elders swallow their saliva involuntarily.

"You can eat it!"

Putting down the spoon, Han Xiaomo smiled triumphantly.

Chapter 784 The Temptation of Rice Porridge in the Prince's Chapter

The most important contact between the Chinese civilization from East Asia and the Indian civilization on the other side of the continent started with this pot of rice porridge.

This pot is not big, and it can cook more than a catty of rice porridge in total. He took a big spoon and took a sip to see if it was done. Han Xiaomo stretched out his small hand excitedly to say hello.

"Eat while it's hot!"

However, a group of Indian elders were a little hesitant. Wizards don't eat casually, especially Han Xiaomo, a "wizard" who can cut off the balls and has great control over the North American bison.

Can you not eat?Neither good nor dare! After meeting their eyes for a long time, the clan chief Amalu, who was an old acquaintance with Su Yu, took the lead and sat over with his buttocks moved, took the spoon, and took a mouthful for himself.

Rice can defeat millet, millet, sorghum, and beans. Even the northern area of ​​later generations will be reduced to its fan area. It naturally has its own unique charm. It is completely different from the rough taste of corn. The smooth and smooth rice porridge can be eaten in one bite. , this old Indian hunter in his 40s immediately had bright eyes, snorted with a spoon and filled his mouth again.

This action of his obviously startled the Indian elder next to him. The same two clan leaders directly held him down, and the others showed hostility towards Han Xiaomo who had a puzzled expression on his face. He got it in front of the respected old witches of the two clans.

Just like seeing her colleagues, the old witch took a deep look at the innocent Han Xiaomo, silently recited a few spells, and then took a spoonful to herself.

As expected of a great witch, the way she chewed slowly was completely different from the way Amalu gobbled it up.

The two old witches of the Sioux tribe are really good enough to eat. You have a spoon and I have a spoon. Under the staring eyes of the clan leaders, the two of them just ate a pot of porridge and left nothing. Under the anxious eyes of the leaders of the Lakta tribe, the two big witches came to a conclusion together.

"good to eat!"

"I haven't eaten two bites yet!"

Looking at the layer of white rice soup at the bottom of the empty jar, Amalu, who was held down on the ground as an evil spirit, muttered sadly.

Fortunately, ten baskets of rice are enough to eat, and I don’t know how many pots of rice porridge. Without letting the dignified "Mistress" do it himself, the chief of the Lakta tribe, Dalatda, ordered the people outside to bring in water again, and added water to the pot by himself. Mi, and then sat down cross-legged again.

Then he was embarrassed again, polite and a bit ostentatious, Dalatda came out with his big cigarette pouch, and wanted to ask Mao Xingjian to take a sip, who knew that almost at the same time, Chen Zao also took out a box of cigarettes, which was also a habitual respect When they came out, the pipe and the cigarette came together, and both of them were a little dumbfounded.

"Son of the King of Thousand Bulls, toasting cigarettes is the chief's traditional etiquette, which represents friendship and respect. You should share a puff of cigarettes!"

In Mao Xingjian's ear, Su Yu explained hastily again. This really made Mao Xingjian a little embarrassed. Mao Jue is a promoter of cigarettes, but he doesn't smoke cigarettes. Under his strict tutoring, Mao Xingjian, let alone smoking He still hates cigarettes, a non-Confucian cultural tradition.