Although primitive, the Indian civilization can be called a civilization, and naturally there is a certain cultural heritage in it, not to say that you can visit it, and he Mao Xingjian is also from the Ming Dynasty, what the Ming Dynasty relies on to dominate East Asia, not only is the powerful force, but also a particularly famous is the golden signboard of the four words of the state of etiquette.

Although the number plate of this ceremonial state is slightly broken by Mao Jue, he can hit whoever he wants, and kill him if he doesn't like it! But at least Mao Xingjian is still proud of this ceremonial state, and wants to have a good relationship with the Suren Lakta tribe, Mao Xingjian sent an envoy first, bringing ten cows and ten baskets of rice as a meeting gift.

It seems that the relocation of this tribe is very close to Snake City, this Dongfang Meng took Mao Xingjian's gift and Su Yu to drum it out, I don't know what the meaning is, carved three holes of the horn to go out for a day, and in the evening he led three Sioux Indians back, they accepted Mao Xingjian's request to visit.

There are too many thoughts about the natives of the New World, and early the next morning, Mao Xingjian drove the remaining forty cows and forty baskets of rice that were selected as gifts, and took Su Yu, Han Xiaomo, Dongfang Meng, Chen Zao and several important subordinates, and more than twenty black pearl sailors, and rushed towards the Suren Rakta tribe.

At this time, the North American Indians, most of them were still in the initial stage of slash-and-burn cultivation in primitive society, sowing corn seeds in one place, temporarily staying, and then women divided labor to gather, and the men went out to hunt to feed the family, once the fertility of the land was exhausted, they did not hesitate to change a piece, but in general, each tribe still has its own area of activity, just like this Sioux, or in the Snake River Plain, or over the Rocky Mountain, wandering near the Missouri River, at this time the Sioux people, In general, there is a trend of westward migration.

This Rakta tribe is really not far from Snake City, only about fifty miles away, the bull riding arrived in the morning, they have just abandoned the last dwelling, with the collected corn moved to this sheltered canyon to prepare for the winter, the arrival of the noble "prince of the cattle tribe" is obviously a big deal for the Rakta tribe, most of the members of a tribe, all sent out to greet them.

This is also a large part, there are more than 1,000 Sioux people who came out to greet them, the first one is a sturdy man with a wooden spear and wearing animal skins, one of the characteristics is standing in front, and he must be wearing a feather crown on his head, and the more front, the more eagle feathers he wears, which should be a sign of social status of the Sioux people.

However, not all the people standing in front were men, and the women who were only more than thirty years behind the men were also wearing animal skins, but on their shoulders were wearing colorful linen shawls, and even Mao Xingjian couldn't help but look at them twice.

Unlike the Ming Dynasty, the social status of Indian women is not only lower than that of men, but even in the coastal plains of the east coast and the vast central plain, they are still in a matriarchal society, and the social status of women who cultivate is much higher than that of hunting men, and the west coast has just passed the stage of patrilineal society, and many tribes still have experienced women who hold the position of 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 this riding a huge American bison seemed to be more bluffing than riding a horse, watching a group of people riding a cow over, the Su people who came out to welcome were obviously slightly agitated, seeing this scene, Mao Xingjian simply jumped off the cow and walked over with the team.

Then he was a little embarrassed, looking at the leader of the other party, who had a particularly big nose, a straight face, but full of wind and frost, and a head full of eagle feathers, Mao Xingjian didn't know how to say hello, this one, he first raised his hands high, whined to the sky for a wolf howl, and then put down the wooden spear, stretched out his hands and bowed to the ground like doing exercises, but this set of actions was really a bit embarrassing Mao Xingjian.

"Son of the Lord of a Thousand Oxen, this is the ritual of the meeting of the leader of the Sioux people, putting down the spear represents peace and friendship, and the rest is done according to the etiquette of your own clan, there is no compulsion."

Fortunately, there is Su Yu, an inner ghost, listening to his explanation, Mao Xingjian was relieved, and the horn shotgun on his waist was also removed, put it on the ground, and then bowed slightly, and then, Su Yu's goods wow wow wow a burst of explanation, probably to help him brag, saying that this bow is the highest respect of the cattle department, listening to his explanation, a group of Su leaders hard Bangbang's face showed a smile.

This ceremony is regarded as a preliminary peace agreement between the two "tribes", and the atmosphere has become relaxed, the chieftains wearing feather crowns in front of them surrounded Mao Xingjian into the valley, and the members of the tribes in the back, without the coercion of the elders and parents, became scattered, and today, it is the second time they have seen these fierce and powerful North American bison so obediently driven in the hands of humans, some are curious, and sneak up to touch them, and then retract like lightning, and the little girl jumped excitedly.

The sailors who followed Mao Xing's fitness couldn't hold their eyes anymore, and they were still in their primitive consciousness, many bodybuilders and sturdy Indian girls were bare-skinned, and they were not ashamed of it, but this scene made Han Xiaomo's face flushed, and he stepped on Su Yu's instep with a huff, and the small leather boots made of cowhide made him grin, but he looked confused, and he didn't know why the "witch" was angry again.

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

The house architecture of the Sioux people is more similar to that of the Mongols, much worse than their relatives in South America and Central America, and the small houses supported by cowhide and the big mushrooms are erected on both sides of the valley, the bigger the one, the higher the social status, but here, Mao Xingjian is obviously not mixed with the second generation of officials, even if it is the son of a tribal chief, if he is not cowardly, he can only live in a calfskin house or even freeze outside, and the social status of male members is completely obtained by relying on his own bravery and hunting skills.

In the middle of the canyon, there is a clearing, and it is interesting to note that the ten bison sent yesterday actually enjoyed the god-level treatment, and were chained to a big fire in the center of the tribe, surrounded by corn, meat, leather and feathers, and even a few elderly Indian men and women were still kowtowing.

Looking back at more cows being led, the elderly clergy visibly showed even more surprise.

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

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

He couldn't help but say nothing, but Han Xiaomo, a wild girl from the prairie, couldn't help it when she saw it, she shouted in amazement: "Why are you ruining the grain? ”

"Mob!"

This is on other people's territory, Mao Xingjian hurriedly opened his mouth to scold her back, who knew that Su Yu, a guy who was forgetful, had already translated it first, and this guy praised Han Xiaomo again.

"The witch who has the power to cut off the balls and make the mighty sacred cow surrender reproaches you, why are you wasting food?"

The Indians' belief in witchcraft is far beyond Mao Xingjian's imagination, not to mention modern times, in the nineteenth century, the Sioux were brutally massacred by the Americans in the Knee Valley, because a prophet named Wouka predicted that all Indians should dance the ghost dance in order to awaken the heroic spirits of their ancestors, let the bison return to the land of North America, let the white people disappear, and should wear ghost clothes to achieve invulnerability.

In the suppression of the American imperialists, these Indians wearing ghost clothes given by wizards thought they were invulnerable, and then rushed forward with bayonets without fear, and finally most of the tribes were almost slaughtered to the valley of the wounded knees, because the tragic scene of them kneeling on the ground one after another, as if they could not move forward with a broken knee, so this place was also named as such.

Listening to the anger of the "witch" lord, a group of elders and chiefs of the Lakta tribe, even the old wizards and old witches in several tribes were panicked, whispering to each other in Su language and communicating urgently, for a long time, the chief with the most eagle feathers on his head replied tremblingly.

"Venerable Egg-Cutting Witch, it's not that we waste food, the heavens didn't give us this food, so we don't know that it's food, please forgive the Egg-Cutting Witch."

Fortunately, Su Yu didn't translate this title, otherwise it is estimated that the witch-sama would never have forgiven them. I don't even know rice! Listening to Su Yu's explanation, this simple-minded and straightforward girl stared in disbelief, and immediately shook her little brain full of pity, and then Han Xiaomo directly rolled up her sleeves.

"How pitiful! I haven't even eaten rice! Let me teach you! ”

There happened to be a clay pot in the tent, gurgling hot water on the fire, holding a large handful from the rice bucket, and under the staring eyes of those indigenous Indians, Han Xiaomo sprinkled it into the clay pot, and then took this big spoon and gurgled and made it, Mao Xingjian opened his mouth to say something, but after looking at her, he didn't know what to think and kept quiet.

It is estimated that this is the highest moment in Han Xiaomo's cooking career, including the prince of the Ming Empire, everyone in the whole room watched her cook porridge with wide eyes, and she had never had such glory.

After being quiet for more than twenty minutes, the smell of the good rice porridge was still strong in the entire cowhide tent, and the sweet smell made the tribal elders who hooked them all swallow their saliva incomprehensibly.

"It's ready to eat!"

Putting down the spoon, Han Xiaomo smiled triumphantly.

(End of chapter)