Lord of Industrialization

The Bear Claw tribe has more than 3,000 people and covers a large area.

The center of the tribe is a large square square, with the church on the east, the presbytery's house on the west, the tavern on the north, and the hotel on the south.

The hotel was a long wooden house, filled with box beds, toilets at both ends, and a stable at the back.

Larson took Frederick to a yard behind the tavern. In the yard were two wooden houses, one large and one small, connected by porches, and a well.

"This is a place for distinguished guests in the tribe." Larsen led Frederick in. "Every autumn, tax officials from the Sami Federation come to collect taxes, and the circuit court comes here. Tax officials and judges come here. Stay here.”

Frederick looked around at the layout of the room. The door was facing the fireplace. There was a long table and chairs in front of the fireplace. This hall felt like a high-rise hall for handling cases.

There are also decorative paintings hanging on both sides of the fireplace. They are landscape paintings pasted with colorful feathers, which are quite unique.

On the right is the kitchen and dining room. There are some copper tableware and cooking utensils in several cupboards, and the stove is deserted.

On the left is the bedroom. In addition to wooden cabinets, tables and chairs, there is a large box bed and a small fireplace.

There is a small door in the bedroom that leads to the cabin.

Larsen said to Frederick: "There is a steam room. If you are interested, you can try it."

Frederick felt that the weather was still hot and it was not the time to take a sauna.

Larson took Frederick on a tour inside and outside the tribe.

Outside the tribe is a stone wall five or six meters high. Outside the stone wall, there are thorn bushes more than ten meters wide.

Larson said to Frederick: "The thorns of this thorn are poisonous and wild animals will not break in, but the fruit is quite delicious."

Now is the time when the thorn bushes are bearing fruit, and many children aged six or seven are carrying baskets and picking fruits. Frederick picked a fruit the size of a fingernail, which tasted extremely sour and a little sweet.

The two walked into the tribe. They were all wooden houses, with a layer of clay on the inside and outside of the walls to prevent fire. Only a few houses had stone fireplaces, and most people used fire pits.

There are no idle people in the village. Many women and young men are chopping firewood in front of and behind the houses. The amount of firewood determines whether the family can survive the winter.

The eaves of many people are hung with dried fish and meat, as well as bunches of vegetables and mushrooms, which are their winter food.

From time to time a girl passed by with a basket filled with blueberries, currants, raspberries and elderberries, ready to be made into jam.

The girls looked at Frederick curiously. It was not strange for outsiders to come from the tribe. There were occasionally people wearing blacksmith uniforms from the south, but it was really rare to see people wearing brand-new blacksmith uniforms.

Frederick was also looking at them. These girls were wearing headscarves, shirts, vests and skirts. Everyone was armed with weapons, including short swords and daggers, as well as bows and arrows. Some even brought back a rabbit or pheasant. .

The workshop area is in a corner of the town. There is a blacksmith shop and there are several leather tanning workshops.

The two walked and chatted as they left the city and walked to the farmland below, where a circle of berries and thorn bushes were planted outside to prevent wild beasts from coming in.

Larson said to Frederick: "The fact that our tribe has grown so big in recent years has something to do with you."

"Oh?" Frederick was a little curious, "What's the relationship?"

Larson said: "The women here usually grow some crops, and the men go into the mountains to hunt or go fishing, and sometimes they go out to work as mercenaries."

"That year, men from several nearby small tribes went south and died under Hanma City. The remaining people in the tribe couldn't live a good life, so they had no choice but to merge with our tribe."

Frederick asked: "Isn't this kind of tribal merger common?"

Larson said: "Men who hunt sometimes encounter powerful monsters, and sometimes they encounter avalanches. There is a tribe of men who are camping at night and encounter mudslides. Some go to sea and never come back. They are all gone."

"The remaining people in the tribe cannot survive and can only go to other tribes."

Frederick asked him again: "How many people are there in the largest tribe?"

Larsen replied: "Not necessarily. Let's see how many people can be supported in the surrounding area. There will be more on the seaside and much less in the mountains. When the population increases, we will split up and move to other places."

Frederick nodded. The carrying capacity of a place is limited. If there are too many people, it can't be fed, so the family can only be divided.

A one-armed young man walked from a distance, with a thin figure and a trendy shoulder bag hanging on his shoulder. He greeted Larson politely after seeing him.

Larson chatted for a while, and after the young man left, he said to Frederick: "Ten years ago, a wolf broke in. The boy Asen was weeding in the field, and his left hand was bitten off."

"Now he goes to the forest to pick up some beautiful feathers and sticks them on wooden boards for painting, and he can also eat."

Frederick thought about the two feather paintings on the wall of his residence, and said thoughtfully: "Let Peterson and others send some paintings to the south to have a look, and find someone to make a beautiful frame and cover it with a transparent hard plastic board." Live, the content is about the fjords, snowy mountains and forests here, maybe it can be sold for a good price. "

The feathers of some birds here are indeed very beautiful, brightly colored and shiny, which are very attractive to rich people who like novelty when used for painting. The exotic themes of northern nature are also very eye-catching.

Larson learned from the letter sent by his sister that Frederick was very good at making money, and immediately wrote it down.

There was a sound of cursing in the distance. A sheep ran out of the pasture and ran into someone else's field. The peasant woman who cultivated the land scolded the child herding the sheep bloody.

Larson immediately went over, mediating such minor disputes was his daily job.

Frederick learned that a three-bed system is generally used here. In the first year, rye is planted, and in the second year, barley is planted, which is more cold-resistant than wheat. In the third year, pasture is planted and chickens, cattle and sheep are planted in the ground. The fields were planted with beans and vegetables in rotation.

Larson said to Frederick: "We plan to plant another season of Elizabeth potatoes before pasture. I wonder if you have any advice?"

Frederick looked at the pine forest in the distance and said: "The ash of coniferous trees such as pine trees provides less nutrients to underground rhizomes than broadleaf trees. I recommend putting more."

The two walked to the pasture. The cattle and sheep here are mainly used to produce milk and only eat meat when they are old.

The same goes for chickens. They mainly eat eggs. They are only eaten when they no longer lay eggs.

Larson went over and asked an aunt: "Are there any chickens that can't lay eggs recently? We have a distinguished guest from the tribe."

The aunt quickly brought an old hen with snow-white feathers over and said, "This chicken twisted its foot today. You can take it and eat it."

Larsen took the old hen with a smile and said to the aunt: "Thank you, this chicken will be recorded in the account."

He picked up the old hen and said to Frederick: "Tonight, with your help, I can have chicken soup."

Frederick looked at the old hen carefully and had some ideas in his mind.