Later generations watched American TV series, there was such a detail in "The Legend of Vikings". When the legendary Viking Pirate King was hunted, he hid in a down-and-out place with his friend. When his friend took out the food, his wife said sorry.

Sorry, I ate your winter food!

Even the Vikings of the Iron Age still cherish the food for winter like life, even brothers are difficult to share, let alone the Indians who were still in the Stone Bronze Age. Mao Xingjian proposed to share the food for winter, which was simply a fantasy for the patriarchs of the Red Deer and other mountain lion tribes, and was incomprehensible!

The ideology between ethnic groups is undoubtedly revealed, and the gifts cannot be given out! In order to allow the Shanshi Tribe to accept his gift, Mao Xingjian, who was translator, pointed and spitted through the stars. I don’t know how much he said, so he explained clearly that relying on the advanced Central Plains irrigation agriculture he brought, on the rich land of the Snake River, the grain produced was enough to feed more than a dozen tribes such as the Sioux, Apache, and even Cheyenne, Black Feet, and Huoji.

Even Han Xiaomo was anxiously gestured with his hands, showing off his wealth, saying how much white rice can be produced in a mu of land, so that everyone could eat it with their stomachs. Listening to her description, including Chilu, the chiefs and wizards of several mountain lion tribes clearly showed envious expressions, but after a moment, Mao Xingjian vomited blood happened, and the female chief still shook his head heavily for his proposal.

"We still can't accept the proposal of the Sioux chief!"

He was really hysterical. Mao Xingjian was full of incredibleness and asked incredibly sadly: "Why?"

At this time, the sunset had already shone in through the low curtains. Under the dazzling sunlight, the Indian woman's originally heroic face seemed particularly quiet, but she was particularly serious.

"Alms are the most expensive thing. When you accept the alms, you will have to pay back your blood and life. I owe you a life. When you need it, I will fight for you. But as the patriarch, I cannot let the whole clan owe you!"

Often free things are the most expensive, and those who are determined do not eat the food they give to you! This is the truth summarized by the ancient Chinese sages. Mao Xingjian did not expect that he would be educated by a woman he regarded as a barbarian. Listening to the translation, his glorious and handsome face was incredibly dull.

Although the plan to tempt food did not work, after a long time of stagnation, Mao Xingjian himself laughed again. Isn’t this kind of gentleman friendship the same thing he has always dreamed of?

"Then how can we change the way? You won't accept the alms for free. I will give you enough food to spend the winter with the Mountain Lion Tribe, but your Mountain Lion Tribe will help me persuade other Apache tribes, as many tribes from south to north, to receive assistance from the Su people, and start spring plowing on the south bank of the Snake River next year!"

"What's the benefit for you?"

Staring at Mao Xingjian's eyes, the matriarch was still full of seriousness and vigilance. There was no free lunch in the world. It seemed that Mao Xingjian's proposal was very beautiful, but she would not let go without knowing the price!

Now Mao Xingjian has learned that if you want to deal with these Indians who are primitive in their minds and even do not understand tricks, you must use this straightforward way, so he said without hiding it.

"First of all, we avoid war and can kill many people. As I just said, every living Su people can cultivate enough food for more than a dozen people to eat. Every time I die, it will be a great loss for me."

This was very convincing. Listening to the translation, the clans behind him couldn't help but nodded, but these seemed not enough for the Red Deer. 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 I represent. You have accepted my assistance. After the autumn harvest, each tribe will offer 30% of the harvest to the three gods of corn! As a sacrifice!"

"I am in charge of these grains. The more people I teach the farming, the more harvests I will get in autumn. With these excess grains, I can go north to find my fellow tribes and merchants from the Ming Dynasty to exchange for wealth, such as gold, silver, beautiful and thick clothes, and more delicious food."

A piece of shiny gold was circling between Mao Xingjian's fingers. The women seemed to be a giant dragon. This thing made Chi Lu's eyes lit up. It seemed that it finally moved the stubborn female leader. 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 just plow the fields every spring and autumn. In summer and winter, you can continue to hunt according to your traditions. And with the harvest in autumn, you don't have to worry about starving and freezing in winter and killing many tribesmen. This is a win-win outcome!"

Given that the red deer just now was not a sign of food given by pity, Mao Xingjian also bowed heavily this time with great sincerity.

"Agree! Please!"

To be honest, even if we say it, the strategy that Mao Xingjian had to implement remained unchanged. Just like using food to train dogs and flies, we used food to erase the wildness of these Indians, and after they were full, they actively integrated into the mainstream social life of the Ming people. The only change is that the mountain lion tribe has been passively receiving help from the beginning and passively helping Mao Xingjian implement this plan, and has changed to receiving rewards now, and has also paid a clear price to actively help the plan.

Chi Lu was obviously moved.

At this time, no matter which tribe, the Indians implemented a clan democracy. It is said that the later American political system was influenced by these Indians, and then the later federal system was formed. Turning his head, the matriarch and several elders and wizards in the tribe started to talk in a low and rapid manner.

Listening to their low-key negotiations, Mao Xingjian was not in a hurry and just sat there and waited quietly.

After talking for a few minutes, it seemed that there was still a quarrel. The two clan tribes were full of worries, while the remaining people lowered their heads silently. Just after Mao Xingjian thought there was a result of discussion, Chi Lu suddenly turned around, and the flint knife he carried into the pot. The sharp stone blade was easily cut into the meat, peeling off the legs of unknown things, and carrying the exposed bones that had been cooked, the matriarch handed the leg soup to Mao Xingjian with both hands.

To be honest, not all wild game is delicious. I don’t know if it is raccoon or rodent meat. I just boiled it in white water. The smell is very bad, but this action is obvious. After enduring the nausea, Mao Xingjian took the animal’s legs with a numb scalp, and forced himself to bite it and ate it into his mouth.

Fortunately, just as he was gritting his teeth and suppressing his disgust to bite the second bite, Su Yu hurriedly took it off and reached out to Chi Lu. It was not as reluctant as he did. The female matriarch naturally tore off a piece of meat to swallow it, and finally threw the remaining meat bones into the flames. As the fire burned, Mao Xingjian and the Shanshi Tribe had made a covenant like this.

Today seems to be a lucky day for the Shanli Tribe. The conditions were negotiated. Several clan leaders and old wizards of the tribe walked out of the large tents used by the council. Under their shouts, the people of the Shanli Tribe who were originally full of surprise, doubts and timidity surrounded the Snake City sailors gathered at the mountain pass.

Dongfang Meng put down the basket with a little distress. Just now he opened it. A young boy was already scared but expected to grab a handful of rice, held it in his arms and turned around and ran away. He was already hungry and cold. With this lead, thousands of people from the huge tribe crowded over, and his dry hands reached for the rice bowl. After a fight, a bucket of rice was cut in a blink of an eye. Then Dongfang Meng drove another bucket helplessly.

In the evening, the long-lost smoke finally floated in the tents, and the long-lost aroma of food was also filled with the air. Through the cowhide tent, you can see that the crowds of people in the house were swallowing the pot. It was too difficult to feed a tribe by relying solely on hunting. No wonder the Cheyenne and other tribes launched such a reckless attack. Even if so many people died in one formation, they were crushed into broken limbs and broken arms under the overwhelming herd of bison, and they wanted to continue fighting! Survival forced these tribes to fight to the point of sacrificing their lives.

Just like the Ming Dynasty, where land annexation reached its peak.

Maybe this is the balance method of nature. When will the natural environment fight to support the remaining people, and when will the New World not be stained with blood?

However, at this time, Mao Xingjian did not see the law of balance in nature. He only saw the scenery in front of him, his thin arms, his haggard face, exhausted old men and children, and after eating in the tent, people showed a little long-lost satisfaction and relaxation!

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

Mao Jue is not a good father, and Mao Xingjian doesn't agree with him, but in so many conversations, there are a few words that deeply remembered by Mao Jue, one of which comes from Mao Jue saying that he once watched a few conversations called "The Movie" by Aquaman.

What is greater than the king?

hero!

The king only fights for his own kingdom! And the hero fights for everyone!

This is in line with the Confucian idea of ​​governing the world with great harmony! Educate all directions and make the world public. Looking at the changes caused by the Shanli Tribe due to its arrival, Mao Xingjian felt that he was a hero at this moment!

Now there is no Song Yongzhong who is always disappointing, but there is an extra matriarch. Mao Xingjian was feeling good about himself. When she was feeling good about herself, her words that didn't understand but had a little magical smell suddenly rang in her ears. She turned around and changed to another one that seemed to be wider. The big Indian cloak embroidered with the sun and the mountain eagle behind her was holding a heavy Spanish steel-breaking spear in her hand, and was quickly saying something to herself.

"Crown Prince, the Chief Chilu Clan said that he would set out now and arrive at Weiling, the gathering place of Apache tribe before dawn tomorrow!"

Su Yu's translation did not make Mao Xingjian care more, but his attention was placed behind Chi Lu. More than twenty mountain lion tribe hunters who were gathered up than they encountered during the hunting today. Each of them held a steel weapon seized from the Spanish. Some of them were even wearing a piece of metal armor. As the patriarch, Mao Xingjian could understand that these people were carrying some guards, but the murderous aura and the expressions of their families when they parted made Mao Xingjian feel that things were not that simple.

"Don't we set out for negotiations? Is it necessary to bring so many people?"

Mao Xingjian couldn't help but wandered to Chi Lu's side and asked in surprise. Su Yu also translated it with all his heart, but Chi Lu did not answer this sentence. He just took off the feather crown made of mountain eagle black feathers and handed it to another tribe's tribe's face full of vicissitudes and wind and frost. In the hands of an old Indian man who was about forty, he immediately held his spear in a hurry and trotted to the dark mountain in the night.
Chapter completed!