In July, the heaviest rainy season has arrived, along with the hot summer. During the same period of rain and heat, crops in the fields were injected with great vitality. Corn is growing rapidly, beans are climbing up around it, and pumpkins are covering the farmland, blocking the sunlight for weeds to grow.
In agricultural production in pre-industrial societies, large livestock were not only an important source of power but also the main source of manure. An adult cow excretes an astonishing 80 pounds of feces every day. In the famous pasture rotation, fallow farmland is planted with pasture and then grazed by large livestock to effectively fertilize the land.
In the Huzhong Feng Kingdom, due to the lack of large livestock, the compost in the village is very limited, so it can only focus on supplying part of the farmland. Farmers in the Lake District followed the instructions of the priests and filled the compost accumulated for a year into selected public fields to provide "vitality" for the rapidly growing crops. At this point, most of the field management has been completed. The next step is to wait patiently for the power of the Lord God to mature the crops and make the fields harvestable.
As the scorching sun alternates with heavy rain, the busy village gradually returns to calm, giving birth to new vitality. Black Wolf's royal flag patrolled among the villages, from the western boundary of Sakapu State in Hekou County, and gradually came to the hilly eastern boundary. And further forward is the feudal kingdom of the glorious noble Tepopolo.
The summer sky is high and the sun is shining. Black Wolf's royal flag stopped again. This was a canine village near the border. In the midst of the killing, three hundred bodyguard warriors, wearing bronze armor, holding shields and axes, dispersed to guard inside and outside the village. Beside the king were Bertad, Toltec, Ozoma, and Coca, four brave generals. Wearing bronze helmets and heavy armor, they followed in the footsteps of the king and were always on guard.
In the village, hundreds of canine men lowered their heads in silence and crouched quietly in the corner, like turkeys frightened by wolves. Among the young men, Ashulote, the former chief of the Red Salamander, was dressed as an old farmer. He looked at his nose with his eyes, his nose at his heart, his head lowered, huddled in the corner of the village, silent and unobtrusive.
"Not bad, very good! Priest Taiya, I have visited more than 20 Guakili villages along the way, and you are the only one who does it best!"
After looking at the farmland in the village and then at the altar of the main god, Shulot finally smiled on his solemn face.
"As a newly established village of Guakili just a few months ago, you actually completed the farming requirement of 8 acres per ding, which really amazes me! The two villages next door have only completed half of the farming tasks!"
Having said this, the king became more and more satisfied and nodded to the old priest Taiya. The other party quickly returned the courtesy respectfully.
"Most of the village priests complained to me that the canines were unruly, lazy and slippery, and unwilling to work peacefully. Many young men went out privately to hunt birds and beasts in the mountains and forests, and also went to Prepecha village to steal chickens and dogs... .”
"I sent people to investigate and found out that what the priests said was right. I didn't punish them, but I was always unhappy. It wasn't until I got here and saw the village under your governance that I breathed a sigh of relief."
Shulot paused and asked with a smile.
"Priest Taiya, what experience do you have in governance? Can you tell me so that I can promote it to all villages? Tell me with confidence, I will not ignore your achievements, haha!"
The old priest Taia took a sneak peek and confirmed that His Majesty was very happy. He said with the same smile.
"Your Majesty, everything is the blessing of the Lord God! The light of the Lord God guides me and I work tirelessly to spread the faith! The light of the Lord God also illuminates the hearts of believers and influences the Guakili tribe in the village! When they believe in the Lord God, they will Listen to the sacred voice and consciously obey the guidance. Then, the believers will lead the rest of the tribe to work day and night to complete the task of spring plowing!"
"Believer? Guakili tribe?"
Hearing this, Shulot raised his eyebrows. He looked at the old priest's expression, thought for a moment, and nodded slowly.
"Yes, Priest Taiya. You have indeed done a good job in spreading faith and should be rewarded! As for what you just said, who are the devout believers in the village?"
Hearing this, Priest Taiya showed a confident smile. He said solemnly.
"Your Majesty, there are many devout believers in the village. But there is a Guakili believer who is favored by the Lord God the most! He is the most pious, does the most farm work, and often prays to the Lord God. In just one month, he taught himself writing and mastered He has learned the Ali Sutra and can even recite it! With the gift of the Lord God, he already has the qualifications to become a priest!"
"What? One month to study writing on your own? Recite Ali Sutra?"
Shulot was greatly surprised. He glanced at Hei Lang subconsciously, and Hei Lang lowered his head in shame, while Koka remained silent.
"Exactly! Some time ago, I listened to him reciting scriptures, and I was greatly shocked! It turns out that as long as faith and prayer come from the heart, the light of the Lord God will naturally fall into the hearts of devout people, opening up their wisdom and washing them His heart, let them obey His Majesty's will! This is definitely a manifestation of the power of the Lord God. Perhaps it can be used as an example to spread in the major dioceses, so that all Guakili tribes can learn from him..."
The old priest Taiya looked pious, and while holding the amulet around his neck and praying, he told His Majesty in detail.
Shulot's eyes flashed and his face became clear. He nodded knowingly.
"Very good! Priest of Taiya, if there is such an intelligent believer, he should spread the word to the kingdom and even the entire alliance! Not only will he himself be reused by the priests, but the people who discover him will also be promoted and can be directly promoted. Level one!"
"Praise Your Majesty! Thank you for your generosity!"
The old priest Taia immediately knelt on the ground and saluted His Majesty. Then, he stood up and shouted to the crowd impatiently.
"Arno the Devotee! Come here quickly! Your Majesty has summoned you!"
Hearing this, Ashulote in the crowd trembled. He raised his head carefully and saw hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at him. With an envious look on his face, the canine-born men in the village consciously moved to both sides to make way for the leader. In just a few breaths, he was exposed to everyone like a fish caught by a fishing rod.
Ashulote looked around, seeing three hundred armored warriors and several brave generals. There is absolutely no hope of escaping at this time, and you will only be chopped into pulp. He took a deep breath, looked calm, and walked slowly towards the king, holding a sharp bronze hoe in his hand.
One hundred steps, fifty steps, thirty steps, ten steps... As Ashulote got closer and closer, Bertard suddenly frowned.
"Um?"
He quickly took a step forward, stood in front of His Highness, and held the bronze sword at his waist.
"Put down your hoe and take off your cloak."
"yes."
Ashulote paused, bowed his back, and nodded in agreement. He threw away his hoe and took off his cloak, revealing his striking red hair and a dark, dusty face.
"Huh?! Red-haired hunter?"
Bertard pulled out his bronze sword with a "dang" sound and held it diagonally in front of him, ready to launch a fatal attack at any time!
"Your Majesty, Arnold is not a red-haired hunter! All the red-haired elites in the village have been recruited by the legion."
The old priest Taiya quickly explained. Then, he pointed to the crowd and said with a smile.
"You see, there are no ferocious jaguars in the mountains. The bobcats have taken charge of their own affairs! After the tribe was completely dispersed, the strong men in these villages all found ways to dye their hair red and pretend to be red-haired hunters who are good at fighting."
Bertard heard the news and saw that among the hundreds of men in the village, one or two hundred had indeed dyed red hair. He relaxed his vigilance slightly, but still stared at Arnold closely.
"Ha ha!"
Shulot took one look and laughed out loud. He looked at the two chiefs beside him and said jokingly.
"Ozoma, Miwa, I didn't expect that there are so many red-haired people here with only a thousand people! We have recruited many elites from your soldiers before, why don't we just supply you with these red-haired people?"
Hearing this, Miwa grimaced and shook his head.
"Great Chief, these young men are not even warriors. What use do I have with them? Look at their red color, it's a mess. It's not pure at all. It's not the dye from the wasteland!"
"Dear Chief, the warriors of the tribe have all been recruited into the legion. These people are just ordinary men."
Ozoma agreed aloud, but felt a little sad in his heart. After seven hundred miles of migration, the tribe was disintegrated. The tribesmen were organized into flag teams and settled in villages. The rules in the wilderness also collapsed. If young men dared to do this in the wilderness, they would definitely be sent to the hunting grounds among the tribes and would not survive for more than a year!
Hearing Ozoma's voice, Ashulote's hair stood on end and he shivered nervously. Only then did he realize that among the generals wearing bronze helmets in front, there was actually the damn Red Monkey Chief! The shameless red monkey is not dead, and is still following the Death Chief!
"Arnold, why did you come here to meet His Majesty with such a disgraced look? Why don't you go to the well and wash your face clean!"
The old priest Taiya glanced at Arnold and scolded him. Then he bowed respectfully to the king.
"Your Majesty, please forgive Arnold for his rudeness..."
"It doesn't matter!"
Shulot smiled and waved his hand. He looked at the Guakili headman dressed as an old farmer in front of him and said gently.
"Arnold, don't be nervous. I heard that you believe in the Lord God and learn to write. In just one month, you can memorize the Ali Sutra?"
"Your Majesty, I praise you! I, I can only memorize part of the chapter..."
Ashulote deliberately kept his voice hoarse and spoke carefully.
"Oh? Then recite the passage you memorized."
Shulot smiled and nodded, feeling fond of the honest and simple leader in front of him.
"...The sky and the earth are dark and yellow, and the universe is vast. Those who obey the gods will ascend to heaven and enjoy eternal peace. Those who disobey the gods will sink into the abyss of the earth and turn into gold and stone, never to be liberated... You must believe in my god Huitzilopochit Li, His power is infinite, from the past to the future, controlling all existence until the end..."
"...the sun and the moon are waxing and waning, and the stars and constellations are arranged. The Lord God controls the changes in the heavens, gives the world the sunshine to survive, uses the moon and stars to reveal the truth of the world, and then teaches the truth to God's servants..."
Ashulote stammered, trying his best to look ordinary. After reciting two paragraphs, he quickly shook his head to indicate that he couldn't do it anymore.
"Arnold, why do you only carry so much!"
Seeing this, the old priest Taiya was a little anxious. He stretched out his old hand and grabbed Arnold's arm, as if grasping the only hope.
"The last time you saw me, you memorized more than a dozen sections!"
"I... saw His Majesty... nervous... forgot... couldn't remember..."
Ashulote replied tremblingly, looking awkward and embarrassed.
"Um..."
Shulot frowned slightly and remained silent. Arnold's performance is obviously far from the gift of the Lord God. However, the kingdom really needs a devout canine priest who can serve as a role model for propaganda and create a breakthrough in the canine faith. After weighing it for a moment, Shulot made up his mind. He said to Taiya with a smile.
"Wisdom can be taught, and talent can be supplemented by education. But only piety, only devout faith, is the only way to the light of the Lord God! Priest Taiya, the devout man Aluo you recommended is very good. In the Lord God It seems that he is fully qualified to become the kingdom’s second-level preaching priest!”
"Ah! Your Majesty, thank you for your generosity! Arnold will definitely dedicate his life to the Lord God!..."
The old priest Taiya looked delighted and quickly knelt down on the ground. Arnold, as a role model among the Guakili dog descendants, was the second level just after becoming a priest, standing directly at the end of his struggle. However, at this moment, he didn't feel any jealousy, only full of joy. With a smile on his face, he stretched out his hand to pull Arnold who was standing still.
"Arnold, why don't you kneel down and salute His Majesty!"
"Well..."
Only then did Ashulote react. He just memorized two paragraphs and ended up becoming a second-level priest of the Cactus tribe? The rules of the Cactus tribe are really difficult to understand. While thinking hard, he knelt down and repeated the old priest's words.
"Praise Your Majesty! Thank you for your generosity! I will definitely dedicate my life to the Lord God!..."
Shulot smiled and looked at Arnold who was kneeling with satisfaction. Although the other person may not seem to have a bright mind, he is honest, simple, pious and obedient. It is rare for Taiya priests to find such a person. Well, Taiya Priest's village management is very good, and with the merit of recommendation, he can indeed be promoted to the second level. Thinking of this, the king cleared his throat and announced.
"Priest Taia, you have done a great job. The light of the Lord God shines on you. From today on, you are the second-level preaching priest of the kingdom..."
Not far away, Ozoma frowned. He stared at Arnold kneeling in front of him, always feeling an inexplicable familiarity. The red monkey chief's eyes glanced over Arnold's body repeatedly, finally settling on the other's red hair. His expression gradually became serious.
"This hair...this color...this, this is the dye in the wasteland! He is a real red-haired hunter!"
Ozoma was horrified. An elite red-haired hunter pretended to be stupid and sneaked within three steps of His Majesty. He was still kneeling on the ground, unable to see clearly what he was doing... What did he want to do? !
Thinking of this, Ozoma trembled and made an instant decision. He suddenly took a step forward, and in the surprised and wary eyes of the warrior commander, he kicked Arnold to the ground. Then, he pulled out the battle stick from his waist with a bang and pointed it directly at Arnold's throat.
"Your Majesty, he is an assassin!"
