Aztec Eternals

The waves are rolling in the sea, and schools of fish are gathering on the lakeside. From Golden Bay, the kingdom's western port, which was later known as San Francisco Bay, eight or nine hundred miles further north, we arrived at the lake bay where the Viyot people lived, and then to the kingdom's lake port.

This kingdom port, established by the young West Bee priest who heroically sacrificed his life and married hundreds of tribes after marrying the chiefess of Viyot, now has a population of 1,500!

In just one year, the number of people in Huwan Port increased by 700. Among these seven hundred people, there are more than 60 troops supplemented by long ships, four to five hundred local Viyot people who have assimilated and married... and more than 200 meters of Walkers, who were specially dispatched from Xishan Port and took them with them for a year. The grain reserves were replenished by migration.

Such preferential policies are unprecedented among the many kingdom strongholds on the west coast, making priests everywhere red with envy. The reason why Huwan Port receives such preferential treatment is precisely because of the iron ore mountains in the Dongfang Mountain and because of the iron smelting shaft furnace that blacksmith Otani led his apprentices to build before he left! At present, this two-meter vertical furnace for iron smelting has finally accumulated enough seven or eight thousand kilograms of pyrite, and it can be ignited!

"God bless you! Light the fire and start the furnace! More iron will come out!..."

With the cry of the West Bee Priest, the fire burned brightly. The charcoal is burning rapidly, the blower continues to blow in air, and the thick black and gray smoke continues to rise, gradually becoming pungent.

The kingdom's blacksmith apprentices were busy with their heads down, and almost all of them wore simple wet cloths to cover their mouths and noses. In the first few furnaces, several apprentices inhaled too much smoke and fell into coma. One even became seriously ill and died. After careful judgment, the West Bee Priest determined that the pungent smoke was produced by burning pyrite and had an obvious "volcanic smell of death"! Although he doesn't know what sulfur oxide is, according to the knowledge of the tribes on the plateau who use the stone sulfur of the dead, if this smoke with a special temperature is inhaled too much, it will definitely bring about "the loss of vitality and death"!

Based on the experience of various ministries and thinking from a "theological" perspective, the solution to this problem is also very simple. According to the teachings His Majesty left at Shenwei University, "The death breath of the volcano will be dissolved by the vitality of the water god and blocked by the water." So, just use a towel soaked in water and wear it on your face to cover your mouth and nose.

"Praise the Lord God! After two months of digging since the New Year, I have collected enough for a furnace of seven to eight thousand kilograms of ore, and can barely produce two to three thousand kilograms of iron... In this way, at the end of the year, we will only transport iron six times. The ore is smelted into more than ten thousand kilograms of iron, which is just a hair on the tail of a rabbit!

Looking at the black smoke rising from the shaft furnace, the West Bee priest stepped back for a while, with joy and more urgent anticipation on his face. Seven or eight thousand kilograms of iron ore sounds like a lot, but it's actually just over half a cubic meter. And just this bit of iron ore would require more than two hundred tribesmen to work for two months, which is really outrageous!

However, this is the current situation of tribal productivity and transportation. The location of the iron ore mine is not on the nearby seaside, but in the rolling mountains four to five hundred miles to the east. The round trip from Huwan Port to the iron ore mine is nearly a thousand miles, and each person has to carry dozens of kilograms of iron ore and dry food on his back. The journey alone takes more than a month. As for setting up camp under the Iron Mountain, arranging manpower to guard, fish, and hunt, while also sending people to mine, crush, and screen, it would take nearly a month... It doesn't take two months to open the iron smelting shaft. !

"Witness the Lord God! Two hundred tribesmen are mining and transporting, fifty warriors are guarding and guarding, twenty blacksmith apprentices are forging iron, and one hundred people are cutting down trees and burning charcoal... And more than a thousand tribesmen all have to fish and farm. The four hundred people who support this iron smelting...after all calculations, there is still a shortage of people..."

"If the port is sufficiently populated and a new village is built at the foot of Dati Mountain, where we can farm and hunt, mine and smelt iron, and then transport the smelted iron out... it will definitely be much more convenient, and the iron output will increase several times. ! ...What a pity, what a pity! We have to consider the attitude of the dozens of 'singing tribes' in the mountains. After all, the area around Iron Mountain has always been the hunting ground for these tribes. For the sake of friendly gifts, we reluctantly agreed to open the mine..."

Thinking of the semi-hunting, singing-loving Kahosadi people in the mountains, who were also known as the "Shastan people" by later colonists, the Western Bee priest touched his smooth chin, a look of deep thought on his face. These mountain tribes love to sing and are not particularly aggressive. However, each tribe has been in the mountains for a long time, is familiar with the mountain terrain, and has a large number of people. It is difficult to use the force of Huwan Port to forcibly conquer them.

In fact, Western Bee priests have always disliked the use of force, preferring gentle methods of assimilation and marriage. The kingdom was mining and cutting rocks in Iron Mountain, which caused quite a stir. It also attracted some "singing tribes" and sent tribal scouts to investigate. The West Bee priest greeted these tribal scouts in a friendly manner, treated them to food and drinks, and gave them some newly made iron axes for cutting trees. The tribal scouts were very happy. They gathered around the Xifen priest and each of them sang a "Hundred Birds Song" that they did not understand but was very shocking.

The song was extremely cheerful and special, with dozens of vivid bird sounds, and the pitch was so high that it almost reached the limit of human beings! If these songs that imitate birdsong can be passed down to future generations, it is estimated that each one of them will be a "high-pitched divine song" that can be sung with a broken voice. And every Kaho Saadi scout who sings can probably dominate the stage of The Voice! This kind of innate racial talent has gone through natural selection and inheritance for hundreds of generations. It cannot be caught up with the short-term efforts of the day after tomorrow...

"O Lord God! I don't know how many singing tribes will agree to the request for marriage and trade that I asked the scouts to bring back? Unfortunately, the kingdom's priests are limited. If we want to send people to the mountains for marriage, we can only send out young warriors. Slowly increasing the impact on the tribes in the mountains..."

Converting to a distant mountain tribe is destined to be a long process, which may even take several years or more than ten years. What the Western Bee Priest is eager to do is to first reach a consensus with the tribal chiefs around Iron Mountain and establish a kingdom village there dedicated to mining. Then, send dozens of devout tribesmen to stay there to dig iron ore, and transport food supplies there at one time, or exchange them with the surrounding singing tribes. As for the remaining 100 or so tribal people, they were specifically responsible for transporting ore and clearing out half of the waterways and mountain roads...

"Witness the Lord God! By the end of this year, I will definitely increase the production of iron materials by half! And with this confidence, I can ask the chief priests of the kingdom and the Xishan Port in the south for more manpower and food support. Let Huwan Port truly become a big town!…”

"Supreme Lord God! I will definitely work hard to preach and let your glory spread throughout the lake and under the iron mountains in the east! And please guide me and let the lake port that I am in charge of become the Iron Mountain of Black Rock. An important town in the kingdom like a mine! ...As for my two new sons, please let them grow up healthily and inherit this kingdom with unlimited potential that I have personally developed, and even ascend to a higher position..."

The young priest of West Bee opened his eyes wide and stared at the bright eastern mountains under the morning sun. He prayed devoutly in his mouth and his heart was filled with hope and desire. He has settled in Huwan Port for three years and has truly taken root. Tulan, the tribal leader who was good at raising children, not only gave him three adopted sons, but also gave birth to two more children, allowing him to have a continuation from then on...

Just before our eyes, a brand-new West Bee family, a fusion of the bloodlines of the northern and southern clans, is about to separate from the Crow Lord's family and be established in this vast northern land! And the long and bright future of the family has been bound to the infinitely vast Northland. Rising from the growing Huwan Port to the rolling red-topped iron mountains, the beginning is a vast land of five hundred miles, full of vibrant lakes, seas, and mountains and forests! …